#it's not but i'm tagging it that for organization

[celerydays]

long time no see…

Hey, hi, hello~

I don't know if anyone is still around this little blog o' mine or if I'm just showing up suddenly on the dash and whoever is seeing this might not recall ever even following me lol.

But – whether you remember me or not – I'm just dropping by to say that...I've missed you and that I truly hope you're doing well 🫂💗

I...have not been doing so well. But I've been working on it.

In a way, it's been healing to reshape my approach to things like journaling and capturing photos. I've been taking the time to develop a practice in documenting daily life – the people I care about, the places we visit, and all the random little moments in between – with more intentionality and care than I have in recent years.

(tw: grief and loss/death under cut)

I lost my mom very suddenly last November – and things have been unbearably hard the last few months.

In a lot of ways, 2024 was one of the best years: my partner and I traveled to Japan for the first time ever, my family had a small reunion in our hometown to watch the total solar eclipse together, my best friends got married, and we went on so many amazing trips and had the type of experiences that made me so inspired, optimistic, and excited about life and the future.

But in so many other ways, it was also one of the worst years I've had in a long time: starting with a hard-learned (but perhaps overdue) firsthand lesson and reminder on how scary and fanatic strangers on the internet are capable of being and also how mean and catty peers can be, spending the majority of the summer being sick with chronic illness flareups, and – of course the hardest of all – losing both my grandfather in the spring and then my mother just before the winter holidays.

I'm not particularly good when it comes to emotions– forget about even processing grief or putting into any sort of meaningful words how it all feels. But I guess all of this has made me shift my mindset when it comes to wanting to just...remember. To not forget.

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On documenting life through journaling...

I had always journaled in some way or another all my life, but I only really started considering it a serious practice and hobby sometime around 2020. But I had lost my way with it in recent years, treating it solely as some kind of aesthetic-only venture, and only dedicating the time if I knew that I could make it "pretty" and "palatable for sharing".

And so, many entries were missed; days and weeks lost to fuzzy recollection, months bled into each other, and little moments only existed as vague and passing snapshots on my phone gallery (if I even remembered to take a photo).

But I now wish I had just written it down; whatever it was – big, small, angry, funny, sad, happy – just wrote it all down. It didn't have to be an aesthetically collaged spread or artful doodle or drawing. I wish I had documented some of the last times I had seen or spoken with my mother; what she had said, did, or how she reacted to silly news or quips I told her. I barely remember anything even just from the last year.

So now I write it all down, day after day: I'll write what's on my mind, what we did before, what I'm doing currently, what I'm planning to do. If someone calls or my partner walks in to my studio while I'm working and tells me something that has me reacting in the moment I'll jot down a little "omg!!" or "lol" or "holy shit" next to whatever they said or did.

If I get little scraps from the day – receipts, tags, tickets, wrappers – I'll paste it in wherever it happens to fit in my journal, with a little note of the date or what the outing was. And every so often, I'll print out photos to paste in with notes relating back to past entries or junk journal spreads.

Is always pretty? No, but it's pretty in its chaos. Is it always even chronological? Not at all, but I've embraced the organic nature of pages and dates that sort of jump around, just as long it gets recorded. Does it always make sense? Not really, but it makes sense to me and that's really all that matters. And I love every page so, so much more than anything I had carefully curated before in my previous journals.

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On documenting life through photos...

I had once carried a camera with me everywhere before phone cameras became decent enough that I didn't feel the need to have a dedicated tool for just taking pictures anymore.

It wasn't until we were all looking through our collective family photos to use for my mother's memorial service and headstone that it hit me that I just don't take as many pictures as I used to– and even when I did, they just don't compare to the ones that I took years ago when I did carry a camera with me on every outing and trip.

We ended up choosing a photo of her that I had taken on my once-beloved dSLR camera I used to haul around with me almost 10 years ago; she was smiling, strong, radiant, beautiful– and it was just a random moment I took my camera out in a Taiwan hair salon while she was waiting for me and my sister to get our hair done for our cousin's wedding.

A bit indescribable – and not even something I realized was missing – but there's something about having an actual camera on hand that pushes me to take more photos, and somehow better and more mindful photos at that.

And so I made the decision to invest in a new camera. An absolute necessity to take photos? No, of course not; I do still have my phone camera after all. But they say (apparently) that "the best camera is the one that you actually use"– and I was most definitely not using my phone as much as I could have been.

This new camera though? Only time will truly tell, but the past has shown that I've worked better with a dedicated camera on hand and already I can't begin to explain the difference it's made in the last week alone since I picked up the habit of carrying a camera around with me again.

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This was a crazy long post that sort of got away from me. Not sure where I want to go from here – I guess I just want to say that if you ever felt called to document your life in some way, it's never too late to start; you'll only wish that you had begun sooner.

If you're still here– I love you. I hope you're taking care of yourself.

And thank you for reading along with my incredibly longwinded life update of what was essentially just "I'm grieving so I started journaling more and also bought a camera" lol.

💗

[e-the-village-cryptid]

love having disabilities with directly conflicting needs. my autism, ADHD, and hearing loss are all at war with each other like that three spidermen pointing guns at each other meme

[butts-bouncing-on-the-beltway]

Watching the politics tag fill up with exhausted liberals talking about how they're too drained to keep resisting and no one should blame them for that and like. Yeah, you're right this sucks and you shouldn't be forced to do it to be treated as human and you shouldn't need to be able to be on and in activist mode all the time either and ALSO

I've been doing this since 2002. My mother did this from 1981-2015. My auntie marched in Alabama during civil rights and my childhood minister has been in resistence since the Vietnam war and has shown no signs of stopping as she collects civil disobedience arrests across all 50 states like badges of honor.

And you all are burnt out after 8 yrs of some of the biggest (and therefore LEAST DEMANDING ON YALL PERSONALLY) movements we've ssen in decades because you feel too poor and tired???????

My mama would go around to every grocery store she had friends working at in the valley and collect all the food they were gonna toss, then host educational salons where she fed everyone in the neighborhood and performed innoculation work. She was a single mom raising a deeply disabled child ALONE on a salary half that of her male coworkers you think she had money? You think she had TIME????? NO!

If you are tired now, I'm sorry to be harsh, but it is BECAUSE YOU DID NOT LISTEN when you were told you needed to settle in for the long haul. You DID NOT LISTEN when organizers shared with everyone their practices around self-care, specialization, community care, and communication, and you spent the last 8 years burning the candle at both ends in person and online with no regard for the actual WORK only for your own fear and feelings of reassurance.

This will never sustain change. I'm sorry. I truly am. I never wanted this for anyone who came after me and I have so much grief that it's here. But I also do not have time to force yall to fucking listen to us when we talk.

Stop trying to assert that only the wealthy and energetic resist. Anyone I see doing so will be bitten repeatedly until fucking dead.

[averagewriter-inthedark]

Super Strength & Super Love 💪 | Johnny Storm Headcanon

Marvel Masterlist

note: I have a full length imagine planned with this same concept but Johnny x 40s!super soldier reader whereas this one is different.

content warnings: slight suggestive/nsfw

Johnny Storm in a relationship with a super soldier would look like:

Johnny and the Fantastic Four had resecured you from the organization you'd been kidnapped and experimented on where you were injected with their own attempt at the super soldier serum. Having been the only successful asset, you were highly valuable to them and forced to do their bidding. That's how the FF stumbled upon you and worked to put an end to the organization. From there you were an associate of the FF and remained at Baxter Building alongside them.

The relationship between you and Johnny progressed following months of flirting, lingering glances, saving each other from psychos, etc. The Four were betting on how long it would take before one of you caved in and asked the other out. Sue won, naturally.

First of all, Johnny is amazed by you. Everything about you really is captivating to him but he is just so attracted by the fact you can stop a speeding car with your bare hands, casually throw him and others over your shoulder, and take on Ben in a sparring match.

You're the first person the Four go to when they need help moving something 💀 "Y/n, could you please lift the couch for me while I vacuum?" "I need this machine next to this one if you don't mind." Even Ben is coming to you for assistance when he's working on the car and will have you lift the vehicle so he can slide underneath.

Along with super strength you also have super reflexes. Johnny loves how you don't even have to look at him to know he tripped passing by you and you're instantly reaching to grab the back of his t-shirt to pull him upright. He'll get all flustered, look at you like you're the embodiment of a God/Goddess and go, "You're so hot, you know that?" "That's very flattering coming from the man made of pure fire."

You two are the life of the party at events. Johnny will show off his flames and you'll display your strength---sometimes lifting Johnny on your shoulders which causes people to stop and stare in amazement.

During missions you'll tag team--him usually in the skies while you cover the ground. Then when you get cornered at a dead-end and need to break through an opened window he'll be like, "Wanna give me a boost, babe?" as if he needs one but you'll squat anyway with your fingers interlaced for him to push off of.

Johnny will watch you work out even if you don't need a spotter. Placing more weights as you bench press, timing your sprints, replacing the punching bag when you send it off its hinges. And when he's feeling naughty Johnny will sit his perky ass on your back as you do pushups while counting as you go. Or he'll lay his whole body as you plank, trying to distract you with cheeky kisses to your neck and shoulder. "Baby, I'm sweating and gross, can you not?"

When Johnny says he loves your strength, he loves it. Especially when you two are making out and your hand comes up to the base of his throat. It'll make all the blood rush down and heat rise as you teasingly grip him as an act of showing how strong you are even in the most vulnerable moments. Of course he knows you'd never intentionally hurt him but just knowing you can roughhouse him turns him on so bad. "Do that again." "Oh Johnny, Johnny, Johnny. You have no idea what power you've given me."

Speaking of roughhousing he fucking loves when you take control by pushing him against the wall, door, bookshelf, whatever flat surface you can find. Like the hand on his throat it gets him all hot and bothered. Once he's had enough of the teasing he'll display his strength by picking you up and throwing you on the bed.

[pinkmoondoll9shihtzu]

tagged by @driftingintomysolitude

List fifteen bands/artists you love, and name your favorite song by each. No need to rank, just fifteen artists you love and what is THE SONG for you by each.

(THIS IS REALLY HARD OMG. *Through Gritted teeth*)

Bladee - Frosty The Snowman Strawberry Switchblade - Let Her Go Alex G - Gnaw Broadcast - America's Boy Animal Collective - Loch Raven Joanna Newsom - En Gallop New Order - Dreams Never End Aphex Twin - 28 organ Cut Copy - Midnight Runner Teen Suicide - the same things happen all the time, even in my dreams Duster - Gold Dust Elite Gymnastics - Omamori Toro y Moi - My Touch Deerhunter - VHS Dream The Smiths - Well I Wonder This is lowkey E,mbarrassing Exposing me for my secret sniveling millenial melancholic wet-cardboard-box heart That I allow myself to fully behold Only when i'm Very alone. Ah Well can't be helped I Am a product of My time :)

i tag - @haibane @possiblyabug @redironoxide @fresh2definitely @ice--ocean @lovehael @pangeasoftware @christpussy @icegrillz @carmine @funeralcity @falsepleasuresbreedgenuinepain @lipstickonit @maybetomorrowyoullknow @ancientwhispersofbabylon @funbil @epithalamia @blluish @dream-emoji @somafalls

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I am quite new to Tumblr and while I know that this isn't what you usually post you are one of the only rpf writers that I actively know of and you seem to know the community so I thought I would just ask you

But no pressure to answer if you don't want to

I am writing a nsfw fanfic of rpf Arizona Dads but it is reader insert and I have no clue how to tag these types of things on Tumblr. (Ex Twitter-User here 😬) especially since that recent discourse I am just afraid of tagging stuff incorrectly but since my blog is entirely new I don't think anyone would see this, if I don't tag it, right?

I'm just a little confused and thought I would ask, really hope you don't mind

Hello darling anon!!!! Welcome to Tumblr! I'm actually thrilled you reached out to me with this question cause I'm like a broody chicken where I want to tuck everyone under my feathers and keep them safe!

Tagging for MCYT fandoms has been a learning curve for me, so you're definitely not alone in your confusion. The advice I give is just from personal experience, so I welcome anyone reading this to offer corrections if need be!

Also, when I say maintag, I mean it's a tag on a new post you've created. Adding tags on something you reblog doesn't put that post in the tags for others to see, it's just for personal organization on your blog. (I've had people get mad at me for reblogging something with a "maintag" and honestly they can suck my dick to the base. That's not how Tumblr works.)

So, from what I can tell, if it's NSFW content, don't maintag "hermitcraft" or any CCs/characters. For example, if you're posting a fic about giving Tango the big time sloppy head he deserves, don't tag it with "tangotek". You should instead use a tagging system for your own blog. In this case, you could use the tag "t.angotek". It will stop the post appearing in Tango's maintag, but would be easy to navigate on your own blog.

RPF is a whole other can of worms, cause people don't like if you tag that with "hermitshipping". I tend to use "hermitshipping rpf", and I haven't been yelled at so far LOL

Ship tags are much harder when you get into multiple pairing territory. I think in your case, I might just be tempted to use an "arizona dad" tag. Maybe run a search and check what kind of content is in that tag first and decide if you want your post to show up there.

Then because it's reader insert fic, I'd use "reader fic" and/or "reader insert fic" tags.

Basically, sharing NSFW RPF content in this fandom is impossible in the maintags, so basically no one will see it, like you said. It really sucks. If you want it to be found, the trick is to make friends with The Perverts of the fandom, cause we all just reblog posts amongst ourselves lmfao

Start following RPF friendly blogs, cause we're a pretty small community but everyone is VERY friendly and willing to boost content.

[lonewolflupe]

Happy Valentine's Day from Fox! Read messages below the cut

To: @lonewolflupe

Hi, you‘re one of my favorite people on Tumblr! I have no idea how to fit my thoughts into one message but I‘ll try my best. First of all, I love your art, like the way you draw clones? They‘re just perfect! Also the meme redraws make me laugh a lot of times because memes with clones are just amazing. My personal favorite one is the one you drew for me with Fox drawing 25 and also The WHAT also with Fox. I have a soft spot for that guy. You've also been really nice to me and as an introvert who is often scared to reach out I appreciate that. I hope you don't mind me tagging you in every tag game / challenge I participate in because I'm always curious about your response. To sum this whole message up, thanks for being my mutual. Yeah and also thanks for organizing this event and giving me the opportunity to say this.

From: Kote ( @kotemf )

(Note from Lupe: Thank you so much for this wholesome message, Kote <3)

To: @aknightreaderr

First off, thank you for all your support of my writing and I’m so thankful that we’ve gotten to be friends. Also, thank you for introducing me to crack fics with your amazing imagination. Happy Valentine’s Day, my friend!

From: Misty 💙 ( @tealmisthams )

To: @peggy7447

If you're ever in need of company, comm me and I'll sit down with you over some caf. I'll be there.

From: Fox

To: @kotemf

Dear Kote,

Thank you so much for being here with us! You're such a kind person, and your support means so much to me! Thank you for always participating in my events and for always thinking about me with tag games. I absolutely love your writing and I can't wait to dive into more of your stories! Thanks to you too for being my mutual! <3

From: @lonewolflupe

To: @ghostymarni

Sending you love and hugs and Marshal Commander kisses!

From: @returnofthepineapple

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To: @ghostymarni

Marni!! Happy Valentine’s Day!! You are such a gift and light in this community and you deserve all of the love. 🫶🏼 Your art never fails to make my jaw drop every single time you post! Thank you so much for creating the most beautiful TechxSarad piece, I stare at it everyday in absolute awe. 🥰 You’re amazing and I can’t wait to see what you create next.💙

From: Anne ( @baddest-batchers )

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To: @ghostymarni

I know you're trouble, but you're my trouble now. You're stuck with me for the long run; better spend it together with some caf breaks.

From: Fox

Heart divider by @/saradika-graphics

[paracosmic-murdock]

vigilante like me

chapter four: takes one to know one

pairing: matt murdock x black widow!vigilante!reader

summary: nights and nights of playing the hero as if that could redeem you that easily ended up taking you to new york, where you accidentally met the man who would turn your world upside down. a vigilante like you.

warnings/tags: angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, injuries, phd in applied flirting and ma in yearning studies, some smut (minors dni), takes place sometime during the blip, when born again comes out we might find out if my decisions of who were gone were right, spoilers/references of stuff and themes from daredevil (2015); avengers: infinity war (2018); avengers: endgame (2019) black widow (2021); and hawkeye (2021), but y'all must've watched all of those already so idc, yelena belova and the themes and events from the black widow (2021) movie are very relevant in this plot, song: cowboy like me (taylor swift)

word count: 3K

✰ chapter one | chapter two | chapter three

✰ mila's anthology (main masterlist)

The way to your apartment was an experience you would rather not repeat ever again.

With Matt more dead than alive, making your way home through the alleyways proved to be more difficult than you had anticipated. You thanked whatever deity as soon as you had him lying against the walls despite knowing you would have to clean the blood off of the almond-white paint.

“Come on, let's get you cleaned up,” you said in a low volume.

“You don't have to, I'll just-”

You exhaled tiredly. “Those men are looking for you, and if you leave this place like that, them or anybody else from whatever organization they come from are gonna find you and fucking kill you. Not to mention me, who might've killed two of them.”

“You don't have to worry about me.”

“I'm not worried about you,” You chuckled, sarcastic. “I just don't want a dead man in my living room.”

He nodded. “I get that, but I have to leave.”

“You are not leaving,” you stated, almost threatening. “Unless you live in this very same building, you won't make it to your place alive.”

“I take it you're not a woman of faith,” he commented, giving you what seemed like a smirk interrupted by the pain from his split lip.

You frowned, making a confused grin. “You're a weird guy, Daredevil.

“It's the catholic in me.”

You pursed your lips.

“Take off your clothes.”

He chuckled, a tired laugh slipping from his lips. “Usually, we'd go for dinner first.”

“I can order something, but you'll pay for it.” You rolled your eyes.

“Hey, you're the one who wants me naked.”

“You're too chatty for someone who's bleeding to death in my apartment,” you noted, taking him to your bathroom. He was hesitant to let you but ended up complying.

As soon as you were in the bathroom, you sat him on the toilet.

“Take your suit off. And keep your underwear, alright?” you ordered him. “I'll turn around.”

The last thing you saw before you did as you promised was his smirk. You scoffed, almost regretting helping him.

Though, in the end, you've known he was a cocky bastard since you first talked with him at Josie's.

“You don't have to do this,” he insisted.

You sighed, turning around. “I know that.”

He had taken his suit off and only had his briefs and helmet on. Also, he was clearly about to pass out from exhaustion in your bathroom.

You cupped his face and began taking off his helmet, but his hand held your wrist, stopping you from it. “Wait-”

“I don't know if this has worked with anybody else, but I know what your voice sounds like, Murdock,” He turned his focus to you, not knowing what to expect. “And you know mine, so we're even.”

Matt stayed silent and let you take off his helmet. As soon as it was off, you noticed he had a cut in his right cheek under the border of the helmet, a split lip, blood down his nostrils, and a bruise in his jaw.

You don't really know what got over you, but you used your thumb to touch his face as if you had to use your skin to catch what your eyes couldn't. That was probably because you couldn't take your eyes off of his own to look anywhere else.

They were a greenish brown and completely mesmerizing, directed to your nose instead of your eyes. His pupils were dilated, and you identified the insecurity in them.

“I know what you must be wondering,” he muttered.

“What would that be?” you inquired, your thumb softly tracing the shape of his lower lips. Matt exhaled with his eyes closed as you imagined things that had never crossed your mind before about anybody else, but now they were and with the person you wanted as far from you as humanly possible.

Maybe not anymore.

“Whether I'm actually blind or not.” He opened his eyes, and now they were on yours as if he could see how appealed you were by them.

You shook your head lightly. “I wasn't wondering about that, but now that you mention it, I have my questions.”

“Well,” he chuckled. “There is more than one way to see.”

“Yeah?” You tilted your head, now touching the open wound in his cheek. Matt winced but didn't pull away.

“Yeah,” he confirmed, his hands, all bloody from his bruised knuckles, going to your arms and softly caressing them. He kept on touching, now feeling the goosebumps in your skin. “I can use my other four senses: I can touch, I can smell, I can taste, I can hear…, but there's more than that. I can feel everything, from a shift in the air to the temperature of this place.”

“That explains it.”

He chuckled lightly. “What were you really thinking about, then?”

“Nothing.” you lied. Of course, you were not going to tell him you found his eyes fascinating and that you just imagined how nice it would be to kiss him.

“Nothing?” He tilted his head, trying to detect a lie in your heartbeat, but it was steady as ever. “You should teach me how to stop thinking.”

“You have to focus on something else and imagine you're in a beautiful place where nobody talks.”

“What were you focusing on?”

“You're not cute enough for me to tolerate your nosiness.”

“Well, noted.”

There was silence again, and you couldn't bring yourself to say anything else, so you helped him stand up and get inside the shower.

As soon as you turned it on and got ready to leave, you noticed all the water was bright red once it hit the floor and that Matt was struggling to stay on his feet.

“It's okay, Matt,” you said, trying to comfort him. “Sit down, I'll help you.”

Matt doubted for a long second but did as you told him.

When you got in, you were only in your underwear, just like he was.

You took shampoo and soap and left them on the floor, and then you sat in front of Matt, who rested against the tiles and couldn't keep his eyes open.

“Come here,” you asked, and he approached you instinctively. “I'll wash your hair first.”

Just like you said, you got some shampoo on your hands, rubbed them, and then massaged his scalp.

The smell of the product, though pleasant, took Matt by surprise, and the soft movements of your fingers on his scalp made him associate the scent with comfort. The cold water hitting his skin contrasted with the warmth of his flushed cheeks, and the sting for each drop that fell in his wounds made him suppress uncountable groans.

“Let me know if I hurt you, okay?” you murmured. Matt nodded.

You held him by his shoulders and pulled him closer to you, also directly under the shower.

The water washed away the shampoo, which fell slightly red to the floor due to the blood in his hair and his skin. Then, you washed his face delicately, trying not to get soap inside his cuts.

“Do you want something from me?”

“I do,” you replied calmly, now washing the blood off his chest. “I want you to stop asking around about me. I never did anything to harm you or your city, and I certainly never approached you. I have no idea what I did to make you want to stalk me, but I want you to back off.”

He sighed, asking himself what part of you showering him gives away the fact that you want him out of your life. How can you say something like that while the tip of your fingers traces the curves of his body with such tenderness? Your words make no sense to him as you keep his right hand in yours and wipe away all the dried blood as if he were an antique porcelain doll that could break if you rubbed too harshly.

“I can stop asking about you,” Matt agreed, his voice still weak. “I'm sorry, I was just worried about you after that night at the bar.”

“You don't have to worry about me.”

“I'm not worried about you,” he shot back, almost making you smile. “I just don't want a dead woman in my city if I can help it.”

You tried your best not to laugh. “Oh, you know I won't be the dead one, don't you?”

“I do now, I swear.”

“Good,” You looked at him. “We're done here, let's go to the room.”

“Whose room?”

“The guest room,” you lied. You don't even have a guest room.

But Matt would never know, since your heartbeat didn't change with your dishonesty.

“Okay.”

You gave him a towel. “You should cover yourself. I'll meet you outside.”

Before joining him, you took your own quick shower so you could patch yourself up too. Soon, you were both sitting on your bed as you stitched him up.

“I'm not used to someone else doing this,” he commented. “It's not too often that another person patches me up.”

You put butterfly bandages on the cut in his cheek. “Yeah?”

He hummed. “And you have a knack for it. I can barely feel your hands.”

“I have my experience,” You gave him half a smile.

“Oh, God, was that a smile? You can actually smile?”

You gasped, offended. “I sure can smile! And laugh!”

“You never do. This is so weird.” he joked.

“Shut up.”

“You must have a nice smile.”

“I can't tell you that because nobody has ever complimented it.”

“How could they? Says the legend that nobody has ever seen it.”

You smacked his shoulder. “I inform you that I have many weapons in this apartment and I won't hesitate to use them if you keep mocking me.”

“I know you have many weapons. I bet there's a few of them underneath this bed and they're loaded.”

“How do you know it?” You raised your eyebrows.

“Gunpowder.”

You hummed in confirmation. “There's a gun here. One to spare in my closet. There are knives in my bathroom, a gun near the door, one in the fridge, and some knives all around.”

“Inside the fridge?” he questioned.

“My enemies might think it's milk, but you and I both know it's not.”

“Oh, do you have many enemies?”

“Only a few. And add those guys I saved you from today.”

“And thanks for that.”

“You're welcome, Devil.”

Matt nodded and the room fell silent. You finished patching him up.

“Your turn.”

“I can only guess so.”

You guided his hands to where your injuries were, and it almost surprised you how he clearly didn't need you as he found wounds you hadn't realized were on you. Matt was skilled, and it was obvious he had done this to himself —and maybe to someone else— numerous times.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“You can ask me anything, but I decide whether I answer or not. I could also lie.”

“I'll know it if you lie.”

You scoffed, incredulous. “Will you, though?”

“Give me your hand,” he told you. You did as he asked, and he put it where his heart was. “What's your name?”

“You already know that,”

“Just answer.”

You told Matt your name and he nodded.

“Mine is Matthew Michael Murdock,” he said. “Feel my heart as I speak. If it beats quicker, it means I'm lying… I'm a lawyer.”

“It's steady,” you noted.

“Ask me something.”

“What's your drink of choice?”

He smirked. “Something serious.”

“That is serious.”

“Okay, nothing too fancy. A Macallan 18.”

“That's a lie,” you concluded after feeling his heart jump ever so slightly.

“You're right, there's nothing I love more than a cheap beer at Josie's.”

You smiled. “True.”

“Now, can I ask?” he inquired. You nodded. “Are you a Black Widow?”

You sighed. “You had to ask.”

“You are free to not answer.”

“I know.”

Then, there was silence.

Until you spoke. “I am. Or I guess I was, though something inside me makes me feel like you never cease to be something you were turned into like that.”

“True,” he muttered. “But I think you've been something different from that lately.”

“Yeah? Like what?”

“A hero.”

You chuckled dryly. “I am no hero, I just make sure that whoever fucks around also finds out.”

“Well,” Matt smiled. “That's kind of an entry-level requirement, you know? You do that and protect others without expecting anything in return.”

“I'm pretty sure that the kids nowadays call that being a vigilante,” you corrected him. “I don't think I'm one; I'm just a mad woman with nothing to lose.”

“I'm afraid it takes one to know one,” Matt commented. “I might be one of those too.”

“But you do have a lot to lose: the city you love, your career, you might even have friends and a family, a community… And you still do all of this,” you countered. “You do this from love and goodness, selflessly. That makes you some sort of martyr, not a madman with nothing to lose or a simple vigilante.”

“I'm not sure I'm that selfless,” Matt said. “Most times, it's my wrath that does all of that.”

You tilted your head, showing interest in his words. “What does wrath have to do with saving those who need it?”

“The Bible says about the wrath that it is only the wrath of God that will serve justice upon those who trespass against us because it does not come from immortality, but from the rejection of sin,” he began. “Whereas, men let their wrath take over them and turn to evil… and harm others like I do every night. It is not up to us humans to seek vengeance and bring punishment but to God.”

“You are quite the believer, aren't you?”

Matt shrugged. “I've had my crises of faith, I must be honest.”

“Matt,” you called for his attention. Once his focus was on you, you proceeded. “How could it be pure evil when it all is for the greater good?”

“While it is all for the greater good at the end of the day, I think it comes from guilt, and it's released in the form of wrath and violence.”

“Is that why you're the Devil?”

“I told you before that my father was a boxer: Jack Murdock,” He took the gauze and started covering the wounds he had just cured. “And my grandmother, she used to say us Murdock boys have the Devil in us.”

“Do you dare the devil in you every time you put on that suit?”

Matt lifted your face by your chin and stroked it softly. “What's your name?”

“Beyoncé.” you joked.

Matt noticed there wasn't any sort of alteration in your heartbeat, so he just put his hand on your chest. “How was it like being a Widow?”

“Every day felt like running in a field of flowers under the most beautiful of sunsets.”

It also felt like the truth, but Matt knows better now.

“That was a lie.”

You just went with it. “It was the kind of place that made you prefer not being in control of yourself. Either way, you do what they want you to do; you have no other choice but to be ready to comply.”

“I think the Devil is that part of me I can never get rid of,” he answered your old question. “If I wanted him gone, I would have to be born again.”

“Someone has been practicing.”

She nodded. “I sure did, coach.”

“That's nice, Karen,” you complimented her, finishing cooling down. “And you're doing very well. Soon, I won't want to get in your way.”

“Thanks,” She looked down and blushed.

It was your fourth class with Karen and it was clear that she was quite committed. You liked that.

“Hey, would you like to join me for drinks after our class?”

Ever since you met Karen, you have felt like you should be cautious with her. It isn't like she did anything in particular, or the lack thereof: it's more like the alarms your trust issues once set went off when she was there. There is something you can't quite place, but you would never doubt for a second that there is. However, you wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt sometimes.

Being far from you is actually a favor if you think about it.

“Thanks, but I have a date,” you declined, trying to be cordial. “Maybe some other time.”

She nodded. “Yeah, some other time.”

You rushed to leave before she finished, so she wouldn't talk to you and maybe insist on hanging out tonight. Going home is your number one priority, but when have you ever been able to go home just like that?

“I can't believe my eyes…” Fyodor spoke as soon as he had you in front of him.

“Me neither,” you replied, debating how you felt about encountering your old friend again after two years without any kind of warning. “How have you been?”

“Well, well, kotik,” he said. His accent was quite thick, and he couldn't hide his origins even if he tried. In your case, you learned languages in the Red Room and were taught how to speak them like a native so you would never raise any sort of suspicion. You were a spy, after all. “You?”

“New York kinda sucks,” You wrinkled your nose. “What are you doing here?”

“I'm doing a little something,” he answered, trying to keep the mystery as if you truly cared. “Trying not to stumble upon Svetlana, you know.”

“Best of luck with your little something, then,” You nodded, preparing to resume your walk.

“Hey, I have a few more days before I leave,” he commented. “How about dinner tomorrow?”

“Sure, yeah,” you agreed, very reluctantly but trying not to show it. “Look, I gotta go right now.”

Before he could say anything, you left him on the sidewalk and made a turn as soon as you could.

Then, you entered the first building you saw and got ready for your nightly routine to apparent safety.

[alchemistc]

I have never personally understood why so many people ship hockey players, but that dressing gifset certainly is... hmm... Compelling. Hmm.

Listen. LISTEN rpf in general is one of my squicks and the only reason I know anything about hockey rpf is because the boyfriend got overly curious about what could possibly be on AO3 about our fave players and we spent probably a good three hours Yes Anding each other about the tags on those fics (God bless the AO3 filtering system). There are maybe ten writers throughout any fandom I've ever been in who I would not mind reading their rpf.

That being said.

Sid and Nate are never beating the allegations. No matter how much Jon Cooper says they've got an older brother younger brother relationship. No matter how much the TNT crew hypes them up as idol/fan turned friends.

Any time they're together they're being weird about each other in a very compelling way and I'm very much a fan of it.

(also hockey players are somehow like the most homoerotic about their relationships out of any of the organized sports. so. there's that. or maybe it's the blood sweat spit and tears - and teeth - that inevitably end up all over the ice every game that people are particularly drawn to)

[chilling-seavey]

do you have any lando writers/fic recs then?

Hi anon! Yes, absolutely, I can give some Lando recs.

I always try to keep my 'fic recs' tag updated as I read and finish and comment on things so you can always check there for more! However, most of the lando things I read are landoscar fics. I do also have some mutuals or people I follow who write 'x reader' for lando that I can send your way as well.

Since I'm not sure exactly what you're looking for, I'll organize both options below:

Lando Writer Recs (mostly x reader)

@f1lovr | @driverlando | @revolutionsingingintherainnn | @vettelsvee | @katsu28 | @snoopyracing —All of the above either currently write for Lando x reader or have a selection of Lando fics on their masterlist. I'm sure there are more amazing Lando x reader fic writers I'm leaving out but these were the first few that came to mind for me, personally!

Landoscar Fic Recs (ao3 links)

and your quaint honour turn to dust by foggystars —I'm currently reading this one as my first girl!driver fic and I'm pleasantly surprised at how much I've been enjoying it! It's so much more than just 'making someone into a girl', it's clear the writer really took their time in developing these characters, giving them flaws and backstories and imperfections and everything in between. And the writing really feels so close to home, easy to read, but so professional. I've felt so many feelings with this last chapter and I'm anxiously awaiting more.

The Arrangement by lxuisfineline —Another one I'm currently reading because, you know me, I absolutely love AUs and the concept for this one felt so unique it just caught my interest right away. The writing is detailed and captivating and Lando is such a strong character in his own right and following the journey of his development has been so entertaining! This one also has had a few moments that had me genuinely reacting out loud

Loud and Clear by oscatmeowstri —This was one of the first landoscar fics I read so it holds a special place in my heart! The balance between media 'posts'/radios and narrative writing kept the pacing upbeat and interesting and yet didn't take away from it feeling like a real 'novel'. A good AU for those who are unsure about AUs because it's still in the F1 universe and Lando is still a driver!

Software Instability by KingKestrel —This one was awesome omg. Again, the uniqueness of the summary caught my attention (and the fact that it was an AU) and the writing itself kept me around (and wanting more!). It really had you rooting for them in a world where 'them' felt impossible.

and tbh anything by glasscushion or higgsbosonblues 

[rumeysawrites]

Thank you for the tag! I'll finally have enough focus to post the incorrect quotes I got! And yes, they're about Team Space !

Tyttia: God has let me live another day and I'm going to make it everyone's problem.

(Yeah she will and she'll have a blast doing it.😂)

Shan: Fight me! 

Wendolena: Ha, look at your size! What are you gonna do, kick my ankle? 

*Later* 

Arwyn: Why is

Wendolena crying? 

Hui: Shan kicked them really hard on the ankle.

(Fr-! Don't mess with the cinnamon roll space hero, Wendolena!)

Meissa: Do you think different paints have different tastes? 

Wendolena: They do. 

Myrkut: ...Why did you say that with such certainty?

(I think I have the same question as Myrkut here. What the heck Wendolena?)

Meissa: You really believe in Tyttia? 

Tipus: Mmm… Luckily, they believe in themself enough for the both of us.

(Tipus! That's mean! I know Tyttia is troublemaker but still!😅)

Libet: I type how I think. 

Eurus: Odd that you type at all then.

(I get it Eurus, but are you the one to call her out like that when you live by little thinking and just chaos yourself?)

Vesta: Well, I'm very sorry to hear about your mother. 

Tipus: Mmm, we aren't really that close. 

Vesta: Oh, good.

(Why are you sounding uncharacteristically ominous, Vesta?😅)

Vesta: So, what's it like living with Ruxir? 

Eurus: They once referred to sand as "heterosexual glitter." 

Vesta: ... 

Eurus: I love them so much.

(Guys who let Ruxir and Eurus live togather ? That 's just the recipe for multiverse-level chaos that made include bad pranks on gods, falling into an all-consuming void, and sneaking into enemy hideouts just to annoy them .!😅😅😅)

Shan: Ow! 

Tipus: What’s wrong? 

Shan: I have this weird pain right above my eyebrow. 

Tipus: It’s called a stress headache. I got my first one when I was four.

(Yess you did Tipus. Even if elementals don'th ave real organs to create a headache, I'm pretty sure you've stress headaches on a daily basis now too..

Hui: I want to grow up and be like

Tipus! 

Tipus: That is called Acquiring Depression.

(I mean, you both might as well have acquired that-)

Arwyn: What do you do when someone offers you drugs? 

Wendolena: Take them! 

Chromos: Punch them in the neck! 

Tyttia: Say thank you! 

Libet: Offer them more drugs to assert dominance! 

Arwyn: … 

Arwyn: No.

(Guys, stop giving Arwyn another existential crisis please ! He already has enough of those!😅 Fr though. He sounds like a tored o km der sibling here.😅)

Ruxir: Are you sure Nicolius’s going to be able to handle that IKEA furniture? They’re not very good with technical stuff… 

Hui: Why are you worried? IKEA was never complicated; these days, it’s even easier! Everything’s color coded, numbered, and there’s even an assembly robot option to make it even easier for Nicolius, which we’ve obviously opted in for. All they need to do is press the clearly labeled ON button, scan the QR code on the front of the box, and it’ll take care of the rest. Even a monkey could do it! 

*Hui’s phone rings* 

Nicolius: Hey, so I’m at Lowes… 

Ruxir: … 

Ruxir: I should have gone with the monkey.

(Hey don't judge Nicolius! It's not his fault that ge was frozen in time for the past 100 years!😅)

Nicolius: Alright Hui, what do you want? 

Hui: I want Hematia to disown you and adopt me!

(I'm sorryHui, but I think the entire team wants to be adooted ny Hematia-)

Ruxir: What’s the dumbest thing you believed as a child?

Arwyn: That naptime was a punishment.

(Arwyn's back at it with his utterly messed up sleep schedule again!)

Arwyn: You know what I learned from my friendship with Chromos? 

Vesta: There’s no such thing as too mean? 

Tyttia: Never let your friends know for sure if you like them? 

Hematia: Always hold a grudge?

(I can tell he's already regretting having asked his teammates anything about friendship now!)

Meissa, entering the room: *Sees Eurus and leaves* 

Eurus, watching Meissa leave: There’s my monthly dose of Meissa…

(Lowkey, yeah. I can see Meissa and Eurus being like this.😂)

*The squad is playing a team sport* 

Wendolena: Are you upset you don’t get to be on the same team as Tyttia? 

Hui: Have you ever played a game with Tyttia? 

Wendolena: No… 

Hui: Have you ever been trapped in a cage with a wolverine? 

*Meanwhile, on the other side of the field* 

Tyttia, chasing Eurus: I SAID FASTER! DO YOU KNOW WHAT THE WORD “FASTER” MEANS? IT MEANS MORE FAST!!!!

(Yeah! Shan and Hui'd know that their usyally usuarful mentor, is actually a nightmare in physical activities )

Chromos: What’s wrong? You look 10 seconds away from ripping someone’s throat out. 

Hui: Fucking Vlad and Ruxir were trying to invoke one of the minor gods again last night. I didn't get an ounce of sleep, thanks to their bloody chanting.

(Considering the fact that Ruxir is already a minor deity, they probably made that whole thing just to annoy Hui.😂)

Hui: You know what I’ve realized? 

Wendolena: Some thoughts are better left unsaid? 

Hui: Nice try, anyways-

Libet, after getting a library card: Now I know what true power feels like.

Tipus: Go on, give Eurus a compliment. 

Myrkut: How do you expect me to do that? 

Ruxir: Just say something that you wish someone would say to you. 

Myrkut: Uhh… You are now unbanned from Free Ham Sandwich Day! 

Eurus, sobbing: Nobody’s ever said that to me before!

Shan: ATTENTION: I HAVE BREACHED CONTAINMENT. 

Shan: DO NOT PANIC, I AM SIMPLY GETTING A SNACK.

Hematia: If I die, my funeral will be the biggest party ever and you're all invited. 

Arwyn: "If" 

Eurus: Great, the only party I'm ever invited to and they might not even die.

(Average interaction between this two. Except sometimes, the roles are switched!)

Meissa, opening a Capri Sun: Guess I'll drink my sorrows away.

(Now she can bother Meissa in place of the rest of the team!)

Hui: We just ate. Why are you making pancakes? 

Hematia: For the dogs. 

Hui: Why are you making pancakes for the dogs? 

Hematia: They don't know how.

(No one should question Hematia and her cooking hab Iits, Hui. She knows what she's doing more than the rest of you combined.😅)

Tagging with no pressure: @illarian-rambling @dearunreliablenarrator @avalordream @storyteller-kara @leahnardo-da-veggie @distantflickering @satohqbanana @heycerulean @the-ellia-west @the-letterbox-archives @daishitheprofessionalfool @thecomfywriter @vesanal @kaylinalexanderbooks @imsoveryveryconfusedatlife and open tag!

Incorrect Quotes Tag!

wahoo! been tagged by @ominous-faechild a while back, plus @corinneglass , @sunflowerrosy , and @theink-stainedfolk !

TGS timeee~ these goobers live in my head rent free!

here’s the link!

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Maelstrom: I’m going to get so much done today. Mikaya: I’ll hold you to that. 8 hours later Mikaya: So how much did you get done? Maelstrom: One thing. Mikaya: Well, that’s one more than usual.

they did a Thing everyone applaud!

~~~

Maelstrom: Regular soda is too sweet! Zenith: Diet soda has a weird after taste! Maelstrom: No! Ugh, oh my god. Diet soda is THE BEST! It doesn't have sugar! It's SPICY! Zenith: It has other weird stuff in it! I'll take REGULAR sugar in my REGULAR soda! Maelstrom: It's SO SWEET like it's a dessert though! Diet feels more like a drink! Zenith: I'm going to physically attack you. Maelstrom: Which is better, Amir? Amir: Oh, I usually drink water! Zenith: Wha- NO! Maelstrom: DISGUSTING!

~~~

Zenith: My hands are cold.  Mikaya: Here, let me hold them.  Zenith: My lips are cold too.  Mikaya: *covers Zenith's mouth with their hand*

rizz failed sadly 😔

~~~

Mikaya: Two years ago, I married my best friend.  Mikaya: Juno is still mad about it, but me and Zenith were drunk and thought it was funny.

oh my GOD what if that’s how they confessed waitttttt—

~~~

Amir: One time I went to hand Mikaya a bowl of soup. I wanted to say “Careful, it’s hot!”, and “Here’s your soup!”, so instead I blurted out “Careful it’s soup.”

during mikaya’s recovery arc lol

~~~

Amir: I’m in love with you. Indra: We called off the prank war last night at midnight, dork. Amir: I know. Indra: Ah. Okay. Um. Cool. Neat. Very cool. Cool. Cool. Coolcoolcool-

before the start of the story i like them a lot ok

~~~

Zenith: What if Cinderella was a baking slave instead of a cleaning slave, and her name was Mozzarella? Indra: Don't ever speak to me again.

zenith why are you dumb.

~~~

Zenith, hungover: Please tell me I'm imagining that I claimed I was king of the ducks.  Amir: I would, but then I would be lying to the King of All Ducks.

this fucking idiot how are they the main character

~~~

Juno: Who hurt you?  Maelstrom: *snorting* What, do you want a list?  Juno: ...Yes, actually.

juno will Violently Kill multiple people soon via the power of friendship and GUN <3

~~~

Mikaya is ordering a cake over the phone Shop Employee: …and what would you like your cake to say? Mikaya, covering the phone to look at The Squad: Do we want a talking cake?

she doesn’t know a lot you guys she’s been sheltered (see: trained to be a weapon and nothing more)

~~~

Mikaya: Are you packed for the trip?  Zenith: Yup.  Mikaya: Then where are your bags?  Zenith: All I’m bringing is a good attitude and a sense of adventure.  Mikaya: A change of underwear might be nice.

zenith why are you dumb part two.

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and I think I’ll stop there! lmao I love these sm

now… no pressure tagging the:

Tag Game List! Lemme know if you’d like on/off via dm:

@sableglass @dioles-writes @viridis-icithus @allaboutmagic @paeliae-occasionally

@inky-anathemata @vsnotresponding @nightlylaments @ancientmyth

@thebookishkiwi @verdant-mainframe @threedaysgross @fifis-corner @bamber344

@seafloor509 @viwritesthings @abiteofhoney @rumeysawrites @pizzamanstan

@vesanal @an-indecisive-nerd @the-ellia-west

and an open tag!

[transformativeworks]

To the people in the OTW Tumblr Inbox asking about how the OTW is responding to the American Election.

This is a separate post (and not a response to a specific message) because we all need to see it.

Folks have been asking Support (through the form) as well as the other social media mods, and we have now been given the following to tell you.

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<3 Mod Remi

[nightjar-jack]

Something something "eat your heart out" or however that phrase goes...

Had one hell of a visceral dream the other night, and knew I had to makes something about it.

A paper collage of an anatomical heart made from pomegranate flesh. Made a few small digital alterations to fix the colour balance and not have them bleed into each other :)

[qcomicsy]

I think a thing that people get wrong about Jason's anger is that it's not explosive.

It's cold. Jason isn't the type of person who storms off at every little thing or goes throwing tantrums and setting things on fire blindfully.

He's the type of person who's very practical. He keeps to himself, always. You rarely see issues where Jason's anger is reactive at the moment where the trigger happens to him. If you see his character up close, most of the time when he's triggered his reaction is calm. Even cold.

He gets triggered -> He keeps to himself → He makes a plan → And then he reacts.

Jason's anger being something explosive and out of character and out of place is actually how other people (characters) see it, because they have no idea on how it's playing out on Jason's head.

And that's a thing you can see operating since he was a child.

Where the only exceptions about this effect is either when someone he believes needs his help is involved.

See Nightwing Annual (2021)

But In Batman #411 when Jason learns the fact that Two-Face was responsible for his father's death and Bruce was keeping that from him as a secret his first reaction isn't to blow up on him.

Was to seethe.

Bruce goes up home after dealing with a Two-Face case (in my field we call that poetic irony) and asks Alfred where Jason is, Alfred's answer is that he's been sleeping all day (which is a conclusion that Alfred drew probably after going to check on Jason and seeing him in fact on his bed all day).

But when you see the next panel, even though he is on the bed, He's fully awake and both his expression and his body language shows that he's in fact angry.

This is the first time he appears again in the comics after learning that Two Face killed his dad.

Jason doesn't go towards Bruce immediately to demand an explanation or ask why he did this, or even to throw the truth on his face.

(Which could be debatable that that's something the Dick would usually do, but I'm not that literate on Dick's comics)

His reaction wasn't immediate.

His reaction was to go to his bed and stay quiet. Jason stayed calm and collected the whole trip until meeting Two Face again.

But the moment Jason as Robin has the opportunity to get his hands on Two-Face he does this

From Bruce, and maybe Alfred's perspective it could be interpreted as out of place or him storming off.

But it isn't. Jason was able to keep his cool (even though he shut off), until he was face a face to Two Face.

Does that mean he planned that to happen?

That's debatable, in any moment of this issue it is shown that Jason was actually planning to get to Two Face and do this. I my personal opinion, other and much more plausible explanation is: That he was in fact trying to keep to himself but couldn't hold back the moment that he saw his dad's murder.

You can see the same thing happening as Jason learns that Batman got another Robin in Red Hood: Lost Days.

Talia asks "You all right?" and Jason's first answer is "Sure Why Wouldn't I Be Alright?"

When he's alone he finally has the moment to break down.

(Actually both Red Hood: The lost days and Batman: Under the Red Hood are great case studies on how that usually play out on Jason's head.)

Jason is way more in control of his emotions than people ever give him credit for. The thing is that Jason holds it back until he either blows off or is capable to throw it back in someone's face.

[offbookkeeping]

What's the origin of your blog title?

In the beginning of ep 271 of Off Book, Kisses to my Critics with Tim Murray, they chitchat for a minute about tour dates and live shoes and stuff and then they do a weird almost Swedish Accent and Jess goes "okay is there any other off book...keeping?" and Zach goes "I think that was the Offbookkeeping" and when I made this blog I was like oh that's such a good name. And now that's my name

OTP(s) Shipname:

I never know ship names so I'm just going to list ships. Donna and Laura from Twin Peaks, Marina and Zelda from The Magicians, Dee and The Waitress from IASIP, Mac and Dennis from IASIP, Nadja and The Guide from WWDITS, Quention and Elliot from The Magicians, Magenta and Columbia from Rocky Horror, all the jkeu couples lol, Patti Lupone x ME!!! MEEEE!!

Favourite colour:

Green (it's a sign that that question is green)

Favourite game:

I don't really play games but I played Portal once that was fun

Song stuck in your head:

Angel - Fleetwood Mac

Weirdest habit/trait?

I have to always have my hair off my neck when I'm not at school or out and about. Unless I have guests over or I need to look good my hair is in a claw clip. I sleep in a claw clip. It makes my hair curly though that's a plus

Hobbies:

Listen to & collecting music, reading, keeping a diary, blues fusion dance, organizing, watching movies, photography, writing letters

If you work, what's your profession?

Im unemployed atm but Im going to be a librarian someday

If you could have any job you wish, what would it be?

Actor. Or late night talk show host. Or archivist

Something you're good at:

Photography and gift giving. Not to aound vain but like I'm REALLY good at gift giving

Something you're bad at:

Math, cleaning, drinking a healthy amount of caffeine

Something you love:

My dog Olive

Something you could talk about for hours off the cuff:

How everything in comedy is entwined, jazz history, which muppets are my favorite, Bobs Burgers, actresses I like, just music in general, my family history, catholic saints, drag queens, Little Edie Beale

Something you hate:

the word slurry, bananas, chalkboards

Something you collect:

Vinyls, cds, teeth, deer themed stuff, leather jackets, stevie nicks merch, rosaries, Joan Didion book, art of myself

Something you forget:

What day it is! Constantly! Also what I look like

What's your love language?

Tense sapphic staring, and gifts. Also casual intimacy and like touch kind of. Like I will give a sensible kiss on the cheek and a lingering hand on a shoulder or something but that's it

Favourite movie/show:

atm my favorite movies are Clue, Grey Gardens, WWDITS, and The Royal Tenenbaums. My favorite shows are PIBE, Arrested Development, It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia, Bobs Burgers, and American Horror Story: Coven

Favorite food:

Ravioli

Favorite Animal:

Deer

What were you like as a child?

Annoyingly nerdy and ugly and precocious. Adults liked me and I NEEDED their approval

Favourite subject at school?

when I was a kid, english. Now, history

Least favourite subject:

Math and science

What's your best character trait?

I'm very thoughtful and an excellent conversationalist

What's your worst character trait?

Extremely forgetful and short tempered

If you could change any detail of your life right now, what would it be?

Ngl I'd have a different face but that's depressing

If you could travel in time, who would you like to meet?

Well... she's alive but Patti Lupone or Stevie Nicks. Otherwise, Leonard Cohen

Anyone who wants to join can! I'm too tired to go and see who hasn't been tagged

Get to know your mutuals!!!

cheers @stevie-marigold for tagging me!

What's the origin of your blog title?

doccy who! plus me mum always used to say i have telescopic arms. personally i think they're a normal length

OTP(s) Shipname:

johnlock, i will forever be a johnlocker no matter which version of those freaks we're talking about

Favourite colour:

orange <3

Favourite game:

factorio! i greatly enjoy the spagetti of it

Song stuck in your head:

antmusic by adam and the ants

Weirdest habit/trait?

darling everything i do is deeply weird, couldn't do something normal if i tried

Hobbies:

writing, reading, nuisance making, music enjoying, getting in the way, and various wool-related crafts

If you work, what's your profession?

im the imp who sits in your camera and paints the pictures for you (im out of blue btw)

If you could have any job you wish, what would it be?

id invent hexopostcards, which are hexagonal postcards and only have pictures of six sided things on. if a thing has more than six sides than you've got to have the seventh+ side(s) off the edge of the postcard. if it has less than six you have to draw where the rest of the sides could feasibly be. then id retire

Something you're good at:

answering questions truthfully

Something you're bad at:

eating dog food

Something you love:

doing jigsaws

Something you could talk about for hours off the cuff:

doccy who. i just do that anyway

Something you hate:

jigsaws that have too much sky so its all just blue (doesn't include my starry night puzzle)

Something you collect:

vinyls, posters, things ill use someday, names, ideas of things to write

Something you forget:

my best friends birthday. i have it written down and i still forget consistently

What's your love language?

circular gallifreyan

Favourite movie/show:

oh theres so many. doccy who and torchwood, sherlock, merlin (im really from a specific time going by those answers) loads of films too but, to say an obscure one to make me sound cool, mcfarland usa

Favourite food:

the souls of the damned. failing that pasta

Favourite animal:

@zelda-wheelz

What were you like as a child?

weird nervous about everything and a nerd

Favourite subject at school?

maths! don't ask me to remember a single thing from my alevels though

Least favourite subject:

drama. hated acting in front of all those eyes

What's your best character trait?

i like to think im quite nice

What's your worst character trait?

asking @zelda-wheelz the answers for half these questions

If you could change any detail of your life right now, what would it be?

id move

If you could travel in time, who would you like to meet?

george michael, so long as i can bring my mum

tagging: @captainfairygodmother @b1uetrees @by-gray

[yes-asil]

My take on the ever popular Detective Conan AU where Shinichi and Conan are seperate people.