#lmao what are those tags shelby

[catsafarithewriter]

Tags: hurt comfort, pinatas, the all-seeing eye in the back of the room

🐑 send me a fake set of fic tags, and I’ll try to come up with a summary for it!

The problem with being the lone human in the Bureau is that you bruise (and bleed and scar and break) a hell of a lot easier than someone who is made of, say, stone or wood or has a buffering layer of fur and possibly nine lives.

Overall, though, Haru feels she's done a pretty good job of hiding all those nicks and scrapes from Baron and his delicate Creation sensibilities. At least until the cursed pinata enters the picture.

(Note to self: stop buying mysterious artefacts from the spirit market, no matter how much of a steal it is.)

[peakyswritings]

Join the Italian summer

Heart, Body and Soul || One year celebration

It’s Heart, Body and Soul month! Almost year ago, on August 7th, I posted the first chapter of Heart, Body and Soul, and now August really feels like the series’s month. I can’t believe it’s been a year. A year ago I had no idea I’d carrying on with my project to actually make this a long series, instead of just imagining how things could develop further - and tbh I had no idea I would still be writing the first part lmao. I wanna thank all those who stuck around, your support means everything to me🤍

So I decided to make a little celebration. At first I wanted to post it on August 7th, but then I thought that it would be nice to make the whole month part of it. Whether you’re a writer or just a reader, this is something you can participate in, so if you’re interested keep reading down below!

And before I forget, if you’ve just come across this and wanna give Heart, Body and Soul a chance, you can find it HERE

CELEBRATION MASTERLIST

☀️ Be creative

For my fellow writers, feel free to write something summer themed featuring Nina, and of course your lovely OCs. It can be a drabble, a full story or even a sentence with a little moodboard, everything is welcome!

☀️ Gaze into the crystal ball

For those of you who might have missed it, a few months ago I made a post about Heart, Body and Soul having multiple parts and following the events of the series up until season six. Everything’s already planned out, and I know exactly how Nina and Tommy’s story will develop and end. Make some assumptions about things that might happen. I won’t tell you if you’re right or wrong, of course, but it will be fun to see what you expect of the story!

☀️ Behind the scenes

If you have any questions about things that happened in the chapters posted until now or have some curiosities about something/wanna know why I made certain choices, now it’s the right time to ask!

☀️ Fool for you

Not long ago I made a joke about the fact that I could write a whole compilation of Tommy pining over Nina. So I went to reread the chapters and counted 16 scenes. Send me a number between 1 and 16 and you’ll get one!

☀️ Snoop around

A while ago I saved on Pinterest some photos that resemble how I picture the Ferrante house. Send me an emoji and I’ll share a room with you!

Heart, Body and Soul taglist

@zablife @queenofshinigamis @raincoffeeandfandoms / @justrainandcoffee @call-sign-shark

@kmc1989 @babayaga67 @kmhappybunny240 @diorrfairy @mariaelizabeth21-blog1

@gaslysainz @brummiereader @loverhymeswith @fairypitou @prettywhenicry4

@mysticalbouquetwolf-posts @woofgocows @girlwith-thepearlearring @goblinjnr @outlanderuniverse

@citylights31 @neonpurplestars89-blog @red-riding-wood @evita-shelby @look-at-the-soul

General tag list:

@iamngoclinh08 @lilywinchesterlove @fandom-puff @capitanostella @caelys

@lucillethings @peakyxtommy @queenofkings1212 @lyarr24 @kmc1989

@call-sign-shark @jomarch-wannabe @ce1iat

@red-riding-wood @optimisticsandwichgladiator

Tommy Shelby taglist:

@50svibes

[nerdyenby]

Blue time :D I’m watching Aimsey

Pregame

Oh my goodness their costume is so swag

“As you can see, I can’t” HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE THE FUNNIEST MAN ALIVE AIMSEYTV???

I’m watching in my university’s library but I burst out laughing when xe took off her glasses, my goodness they’re so silly <333

“Grandpa’s first tweet” HE NEEDS TO STOP IM DYING

“I can’t see, this is gonna be awful, I’m so excited!!” I love them so much

This is way funnier considering I know absolutely nothing about Adventure Time

Skipping to the actual event lol

Shelby <333 I’m so excited for Aimsey and Shelby interactions this event :)))

Elaina jointing the vc at the worst possible moment lmao

“I’m a little bit of a grid runner” fbm is so cool /g

Holy crap I’ve never heard Shelby say fuck before, I wasn’t prepared

Parkour Tag

I love this team’s energy

“And if we win, we can laugh at them”

I love them so much, the hype, the positivity, the humor is everything

YEAAHHHHHH aimsey and shane surviving???? Hype!!!!

Rocket Spleef

Aimsey popping off!!! Can’t believe he only learned how to elytra hop a couple hours before the event, she’s doing great!!

Sands of Time

They were all so upset, stars should’ve called them transphobic, do it

The blue key is under the hourglass Shane ;-;

He figured it out don’t worry

Aimsey’s comms are supreme, I’m so proud of xem <33

Legit, dunking the last place team is such bm

I’m so glad they’re all hyping Aimsey up, she was having such a time but this team has superb synergy <333

Sky Battle

“It is a great day to be on blue bats, we have gotten every game we don’t want” “Ohana means family” HELP??????? SHANE ���

You’re doing amazing Aimsey, you’re incredible and handling your overload with such grace. If you somehow see this I want you to know that you should never be ashamed to stim on stream, it makes me and so many others feel normal and even watching it is so calming, we love you so much king <333

“Is anyone good at bridging?” “No!!” “Firebreath, are you good at bridging?” “NO, it’s the only thing I’m not good at” peak comedy, honestly (also we love a man who owns both his strengths and his weaknesses <3)

Aimsey killed 3 people?!!!! THATS MY STREAMER

SHANE POPPED OFF HOLY CRAP!!!!

BLUE BATS FIRST PLACE <33333

Wow I can’t believe Aimsey is exploiting best friend privileges, smh /j

The absolute property value of MCC29 Blue Bats’ sky battle round 2 <33

BLUE BATS SKYBATTLE COMEBACK!!!!

Blue bats pvp main, real and true!!

Ace Race

Something about them just talking music makes me happy :)

Aimsey’s vod is muted so I skipped to the end but she did so well!! Xey popped off!!!!!

Shane 3rd!!!

LITERALLY WHY DUNK BLUE

Can’t believe Tubbo’s sexist AND homophobic, smh

Battle Box

“Feminine rage but it’s just me yelling at MCC every ten minutes” so true aimseytv

Them shout-singing All Stars <333

“I’m killing Sniff, lesbian on lesbian crime” *kills Sniff* “LESBIAN!!!!” I love them so much

Aimsey is popping off, holy crap, he’s literally slaying

Elaina and Aimsey tag teaming H was crazy

“I’m going straight despite me loving women” Elaina my beloved!!!

Shane getting exactly 1000 coins is crazy

Grid Runners

That light the lamps was CLEAN

Aimsey running headfirst into the walk was so head empty of them /aff

Golf references???

That final room would stress me out live but it’s so clever and fun to watch

THIRD :D that room feels so long but they killed it!!

They KILLED the mob room!!

8th!!!! :D

TGTTOSAWAF

Second team!!!!!

Aimsey :((

I hate georgenotfound, I don’t even care, he sucks

FIRST FULL TEAM!!!

Them all hating on Reddit culture and then AIMSEY GOT SECOND?!!!!!!!!

THEY GOT FIRST?????? THOSE ARE MY BLUE BATS <333333!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SIXTH!!!!

What is with fbm and getting the same individual rank as the team?? This happened at least twice this event lol

Guqqie protective girlfriend mode <33

Dodgebolt

“You know Reddit, just because majority of a team is afab doesn’t mean they’re bad players, fuck you” SAY IT LOUDER!!!!!

“Of course I’m proud of Aimee. Aimee could’ve come in last and I would’ve been proud of Aimee” I could cry they’re so sweet <3333

Guqqie saying she’s babysitting us lol

“Aimee got 26th overall?! Look at him go!! Aimee is a really good MCC player and it makes me sad when people put them low” real and true <3

There is so much sexism in the MCC community, it’s absolutely disgusting and it needs to get talked about more. People treat afab players like death sentences for teams without even treating them as individuals. I’m so glad Guqqie is talking about it because so many people don’t acknowledge how horrid it is.

As they say, “it’s very cool that people take these competitions so seriously but I don’t think it’s an excuse to be cruel towards people. Take that passion and use it positively, not negatively.”

GOD Guqqie stop spitting so many facts you’re giving me too many quotes /lh

Guqqie talking about how balanced the teams are and how good of a job Scott did <33

[cadavpurr]

hellooooo hi mutual . may i hear your khonjin house thoughts ? just like. in general. unless that's too vague of a wuestion lol </3

(sound of my level five autism being activated) Yes You May Hear My Thoughts :)

ive been a really big fan of khonjin house since i was like 13-15 and I am so glad i found it cause to me it’s probably my favorite webseries on earth, despite its Many Flaws lmao. ive always really liked most of the humor in it (just the sole cadence of how some of the lines are said are enough to make me bust out laughing) and the youtube poop style editing adds to it. i was there for the buildup to the original episode 50 and I would give anything to watch it for the first time again. you have probably picked up on this by now from the fact that i have a tag dedicated to her, but shelby is probably close to being my favorite character of all time. i think my only complaint about khonjin house is of course *those* jokes in the original unedited run of the show but im glad they were edited out in the rereleases (despite connor also editing out harmless, funnier jokes, but whatever.) i don’t really know what else to say other than Thank you khonjin House for permanently fucking up my humor. Khonjin house sucks

[kalevalakryze]

ask game

tagged by @hagebutt

relationship status: I have my fiance of... ppp five years now? June 16th 2018.

favorite color: yellow , but not like, traffic light/mustard/anything super bright. I definitely lean more towards gold/pastels.

song stuck in my head: Run boy run by woodkid

last song listened to: Degree by Corook

three favorite foods: I have to pick three? uhhhhhh.... I have never eaten food in my entire life... but my go-to when I remember to make dinner is this like, bacon wrapped pork tenderloin. That's always a safe food. Then there's those frozen pasta dishes, there's this one chicken + Mac one that tastes great with enough hot sauce/cayenne added in. Oh and the Burrito A La Diabla from Cozumel is always a top favorite. If I can still feel my tastebuds, then something is very wrong.

last thing i googled: what year was Palpatine elected into the Senate [for a WIP]

dream trip: this changes on a weekly but right now? I just wanna go to Canada so I can try the shawarma from Shelby's bc their videos are fun, idk I have a short attention span

anything i want right now: to banish the adhd into the pits of hell so I can focus enough to go back to school and get out of my dead end job lmao

tagging @khaoticnico , @sapphicsparkles (cass got tagged and it's wrong to separate the same hat club), @mandalorianfleshenjoyer

[angel-bubbles]

tag people you'd like to get to know better

tagged by @calicostorms :3 thank you for the tag hehe, tagging @princecharmingfrosting @ashs-stars @angelcactus @itsdaifuku @epsi-l0n and anyone else who wants to jump in! of course no pressure! (and sorry if you've already been tagged/already did it i uh... didn't look that hard asjdfkl)

three ships: ash/david, zutara from ATLA (i would go to the ends of this earth for them), and uhh of course david/angel. my hyperfixation on redacted has been all consuming for too long at this point.

first ever ship: if i'm being totally honest i actually think it was zutara ajsdkflj. i'm never letting that one go

last song: i like it when you sleep, for you are so beautiful yet so unaware of it by the 1975. soothing to the soul.

last movie: i rewatched all the hunger games movies the other day! i really can't handle the anxiety of not knowing what's gonna happen in a new movie so i just rewatch ones i Know, plus i just love those movies so much :)

currently reading: sooooo many things actually (always open for recs btw hehe) but most recently Gods and Monsters by Shelby Mahurin :) started that series sooo long ago and finally getting around to finishing it. of course always reading the fanfics y'all put up too, i'm forever reading something

currently watching: my attention span is absolutely not built for watching tv so i usually don't, i've been trying to get into new girl but... it's been difficult lmao

currently consuming: Redacted ASMR (as expected lol) and i've been listening to a lot of social work and ethics podcasts for school, which are actually rlly interesting surprisingly

craving: i have been craving orange fanta all. day.

[insomnihan]

I CHANGED THE MUTUAL TAG AND PUT INDIVIDUAL TAGS FINALLY THAT TOOK F O R E V E R

late addition but for SOME REASON its bothering me so imma just tag:

@hand0ngs ​ @f-scott-inebriate ​ @monmielbebe ​ @sadienita ​ @caitys-xoxo ​ @siyoos ​ @acegreatprank ​ @wickymicky ​ @gowon-yyxy ​ @fortheyeoreum ​ @k-kyungwon ​ @ohsua ​ @loonatenshi ​ @in-somnias ​

[calummss]

Devil’s Awakening | Arthur Shelby

masterlist

summary: after arthur kills eduard ross in the boxing ring, he’s assigned to take care of you to avoid jail time. he’s a walking hot headed mess, and you are a sweet but mischievous lady on wheels

words: 4.1k

a/n: my first ever arthur one-shot and i’m so excited! i hope you enjoy this idea as much as i do. there are time jumps bc i don’t want to write multiple chapters lmao :)

‘Arthur Shelby.’ A uniformed officer approached Arthur in the waiting room.

Arthur looked up from his bloody knuckles feeling nothing but shame, guilt and adrenaline as he thought back to the early morning hours that had brought him to the police station.

‘Come with me.’ The officer turned around and started to lead the way.

It took Arthur a good few seconds before standing up and leaving the room to follow wherever he had to go. If it wasn’t for that lady, he wouldn’t have been here. He felt a sort of anger towards her but not enough to lash out at her. First—she was a woman, and second—Arthur killed her son. Of course she’d go to the police. Would Arthur go to the police if someone killed his future son? No. He’d get justice for himself.

The police station was low on staff so that only a few workers crossed the hallways where he was tagging behind the officer. And in every new hall he’d roll his eyes as pictures of King George V would cross his path: bastard.

‘Step inside, Mr. Shelby.’ The officer stopped in front of a vacant room and opened the door, gesturing him inside. ‘Inspector Wilson will be with you shortly.’

Arthur glanced at the officer who nodded at the door.

‘If you would please go inside so I can close the door.’

‘Relax,’ Arthur threw his hands up in defense. ‘I’m going.’ He shook his head before walking into the room and hearing the door behind him close.

This wasn’t the first time that Arthur ended up in Inspector Wilson’s office. Before the Peaky Blinders had any real power or the coppers on their side, Arthur would end up in drunken fights at the Garrison that needed the cleaning up from the officials, because no one dared to take on Arthur Shelby by themself.

Sitting down in the chair he was too familiar with, Arthur made eye contact with none other than the King that was placed high up on the wall, that would look over Wilson’s right shoulder.

He’s bloody everywhere, Arthur thought.

But with no time to think about the portrait for another second, the door behind him swung open and he was greeted by a man in a dark uniform, grey moustache and hair, paired with those thick eyebrows that were hanging in disappointment—Inspector Wilson.

Inspector Wilson was carrying a document in this right hand whilst his left took his hat from his head and placed it on his desk before he smacked the papers down and took a seat in his chair.

‘What are you doing here again, Arthur?’ Wilson’s words were coated in nothing but exhaustion from having Arthur back in his office. He smoothed out his moustache hairs and opened the file that was sitting in front of him.

But all Arthur could do in return was stare back down at his bloodied hands. The blood was completely dried into his skin, but the longer he stared at it the more it returned to it’s wet and shiny consistency.

Am I going insane? This isn’t the first time I killed someone? Why is this kill so different from the rest? Am I being haunted? Is this-

‘Arthur!’ Arthur was ripped out of his thoughts. ‘What am I supposed to do with this?’ Inspector Wilson scanned over the info that was given to him.

‘You know why you’re here?’

‘Yes.’

‘Why’s that?’

‘I thought you know?’ Arthur's heavy voice penetrated the silence within the room. Arthur wasn’t sure why he had to repeat today’s event when it was written in perfect writing and ink for Inspector Wilson to see.

‘I’d like to hear it from you.’ Wilson folded his hands and propped his elbows on the desk in front of him. ‘To make sure you know.’

‘I killed a boy in the boxing ring,’ he sighed, ‘but I swear it was an accident.’ He said in a more stronger but still quiet tone.

‘Mr. Shelby,’ Inspector Wilson’s index finger scanned the page before coming to a stop halfway through the page. ‘A boxing accident does not cause multiple skull fractures, brain water leakage, a broken nose, a broken jaw in multiple places, dented eyeballs, missing teeth, and two broken cheekbones.’

Arthur was silent. He did not remember being so cruel to the boy. He only remembers standing in front of the body before making eye contact with Finn and Isaiah who were there to watch the fight. He had no recollection of doing such, but he wouldn’t be surprised if his state worsened. Arthur knew that the devil inside of him was wild. Too wild and he also knew that this had to come to a stop but how does one take the devil out of a man that does not function without it?

‘Look, Arthur.’ He closed the folder and looked at him. ‘I have known you my entire life. I was school friends with your mother and father, but this has gone too far.’

‘You’re not sending me to jail are you?’ Arthur’s hands gripped the side of his seat nervously, moving around in his chair like he was waiting for the final verdict of the trial.

‘What am I supposed to do?’

‘I’m a Peaky Blinder. I won't go to jail!’

‘People like you have gone to jail for less.’ He poured himself a glass of water. He gestured to Arthur if he wanted some but Arthur refused. If there’s one thing Arthur didn’t need right now it was fucking water after finding out that he could go to jail.

Arthur’s fingers tapped against the chair handle anxiously, trying to figure out a way of this mess. ‘I swear, I’ll do anything!’

‘I don’t know, Arthur.’

‘I swear it. I swear it on my life. You know I’m a man of my word.’

‘Well, there is one thing you could do.’ Inspector Wilson combed his eyebrows with his fingers, eyes closed, as if he weren’t sure himself if this could truly work. ‘It could help you deal with other people and maybe put that devil’s flame inside of you to rest.’

‘And what would that be, Inspector?’ Arthur asked, his eyes and mouth trembling, afraid that he might have to do something against his dignity, or something that would embarrass him for the rest of his life. He was a gangster. A Peaky Blinder, and he wouldn’t let something disgrace the title he worked years for.

‘I have a niece. She’s paralysed from the waist down, including one arm. She needs assistance and the last caretaker quit a week ago. She can’t go anywhere because it’s too hard to wheel herself anywhere.

Arthur felt like a joke. Inspector Wilson wanted him to take care of some cripple? Arthur was a gangster, a pretty good one too. What would his enemies think of him if he started to feed a lady?

‘I’m not a fucking nurse.’ Arthur’s eyes went wide.

Inspector Wilson stood up from his chair and turned his back to Arthur, filing in his document. ‘It’s either that or 15 years in jail.’

Silence. Arthur’s face spoke for itself. His eyebrows were knitted together, his body was stiff, but his chest rose deep. He didn’t want to go to jail. Neither did he want to take care of someone like a nurse. But at least with the girl, he could still participate in the family business.

‘Fine.’ He finally gave in to the option that didn’t appeal to him either. ‘How long do I need to do this then?’

‘Until she dies.’

‘Until she dies?’ Arthur almost jumped out of his seat, but instead his eyes went wide again. ‘How old is she?’

‘29.’ Inspector Wilson replied.

‘29?’ Arthur repeated, not sure if his ears caught the right information that crashed onto him.

‘Arthur, relax,’ Wilson sat back in his seat. ‘Doctors say she has a year or less left.’

‘Fine, I’ll do it then.’

‘It’s the right decision, trust me.’ Inspector Wilson stepped around the desk to pat Arthur on the shoulder before walking out of the door. ‘Go back home, Arthur. I’ll call you when you start.’

And with that, Arthur left the dull police station to go back to Watery Lane.

A few days later he sat opposite a woman in a rather big house compared to the family home he grew up in. She was pretty. She sat in her wooden wheelchair all day long until the clock struck 9 and it was time for her to go to bed.

‘Uncle, you're trusting him with me?’ Your eyes followed your Uncle, Inspector Wilson. ‘Didn’t he murder someone.’ You chuckled.

Arthur couldn’t lie. Thinking back to that day made him chuckle. It was very odd to trust a murderer with a woman that couldn’t defend herself.

Arthur also did lie. To his family. Or was it lying if you withheld the truth? The family knew that Arthur made a deal with the coppers to not serve time, but they didn’t know that he was spending his time with a woman that had rather much to say. But he liked just that. Because the more she talked the less he had to and if there’s one thing Arthur Shelby hated it was small talk with people you had nothing in common with.

‘I’m bored.’ You scoffed into the silence that filled every inch of the house you were bound in.

You were sitting by the big living room window as you observed the neighbour’s kids playing football in their part of the yard. The weather was sunny and the warm rays of the sun fell onto your skin, a reminder that it was only a privilege to enjoy a summer’s day like normal people.

‘What was it you said you did?’ You turned your head to face the man that was in charge of taking care of you.

He was quiet. Very quiet. If you wouldn’t talk to him he’d be as quiet as a mouse. A simple ‘Good morning’ and ‘Goodbye’ was all you ever heard all day and it was driving you insane.

‘I never mentioned it.’ Arthur’s eyes glanced up from the newspaper he was reading on the couch, legs crossed.

‘My uncle mentioned you were a gangster.’ You turned the wheelchair around and pushed yourself towards him which was a hassle. ‘Take me with you.’

‘No.’ Arthur said without a second thought with that serious yet taken aback look on his face.

‘Why not?’

‘Look at you.’ His eyes gestured to your appearance.

Arsehole.

‘First of all, Arthur, I’m a cripple not fucking blind.’ You rolled your eyes, wishing you could slouch in your chair but of course you could neither do that. ‘Second; You’ll deny a lady to have fun even though this could be her last day?’

Arthur’s lips were straight, his nostrils slightly flaring up. God, Inspector Wilson didn’t mention that she was so annoying…

‘It’s dangerous and you can’t fend for yourself.’

‘You don’t have to take me into battle,’ you leaned your head back. ‘Just your headquarters or something. I’ve never seen something like that. Please, Arthur. Imagine dying without fun.’

This woman sure has a way with words.

‘I’ll think about it.’ His stern words filled your ears before his eyes were glued back onto the newspaper.

You were about to open your mouth but you were cut off before you could even make a sound.

‘I said I’ll think about it.’ Eyes still scanning the texts.

‘Fine.’ You crossed your arm, pouting. ‘Can you at least bring me back to the window?’

Arthur got up from the couch and wheeled you back to the place where you were reminiscing about a time that was long gone. At least he was better company than Mrs. Davis…she was a nightmare. But her memories soon faded as you continued to watch the neighbours' kids.

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It was a lovely and quiet morning when you woke up. The morning sky was painted a bright blue that you could see through your windows.

Carla, one of the maids, brought you your morning tea and a few biscuits. Everything was nice and quiet until a pair of very heavy paced footsteps could be heard. They grew louder and closer as they approached your door, and you knew exactly who it was.

‘Morning, Arthur.’ You said, nodding at Clara to place a biscuit between your teeth.

Arthur seemed slightly out of breath, taking off his cap and waving his arm around, taking several breaths before finally speaking.

Meanwhile you couldn’t stop laughing at him.

‘Put on your jacket.’ Arthur said, placing his hands in front of him.

You held in your laugh. There was no way that Arthur forgot that he had been working for a paralysed lady for several weeks now.

‘I’m paralysed you idiot.’ You snorted.

‘Oh, yeah…’

‘Why would I anyway?’

‘We’re going to Small Heath.’ Arthur turned around on his heels making a small squeak erupt from the floor before putting on his hat and walking out of the room.

‘Why?’ You yelled after him, confused because you had no idea what he was trying to do.

‘Because a lady wanted some gangster-fun, isn’t that right?’ Arthur answered back with a shout.

Clara, who was still sitting next to you, gave you a worried look. She advised you against it multiple times.

You smiled at her. ‘Hell yeah, Arthur.’

‘I’ll get the car ready whilst you get dressed. Thanks, Clara.’ And you heard the front door shut with a loud bang.

You got dressed as fast as you could, damn this sickness, and made Clara bring you outside where you were greeted by Arthur standing against his car. He had a cigarette placed between his lips and his arms folded. He looked cool.

‘Right then.’ He flicked the cigarette bud to the ground, coming towards you and picking you up bridal style before walking towards the side of the car where the door was already opened and gently placed you onto the passenger seat.

‘Thank you.’

He then took hold of the wheelchair and placed it in the back seat making sure it wouldn’t fall off during the ride before sitting down himself and starting the engine.

‘I promise to bring her back in a piece.’ He gave Clara a playful look, knowing that Clara hated everything about this little day trip, and drove off.

You were approaching the gates of your driveway when one of Arthur’s hands found itself in the air with his index finger upright.

‘Right,’ he shook his finger. ‘We need to establish some rules.’

‘Can I shoot a gun?’

‘No.’

You sighed out loud, wanting Arthur to know that you were disappointed.

‘First off, do not whine up any of the people that are going to be there. They won’t care for your state.’ He glanced at you before turning his eyes back on the road. ‘Second; don’t make a fool of yourself.’

‘I can’t do that.’

‘You have a mouth with a perfectly working tongue…hold it.’

‘Aye aye, Sir.’

‘Y/n,’ Arthur said, more relaxed. ‘I’m serious.’

‘So am I.’ You replied.

All Arthur did was roll his eyes and continue to concentrate on the road, slowly approaching the familiar town of Small Heath.

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‘Who’s this cripple?’ Was the first thing you were greeted with when Arthur rolled you through the door, immediately closing the door to the people that were trying to get into the shop.

Opposite you were around nine people. Three women and six men. They were sitting and standing around a table in the middle of the room. The man that stood next to the woman, chewing on toothpick, asked that very rude but funny question.

Arthur pushed your wheelchair further into the room. The people in the room were now all staring at you like you were some kind of extraordinary thing.

‘This cripple is a lady and you better talk to me with some respect, you twat.’

The man was taken aback, it was shown through his face which crinkled up for less than a second. Others let out a suppressed laugh hidden behind their hands or their turned heads.

‘Sorry, Miss.’

You continued to stare at them as did they. Arthur stepped out from behind you and cleared his throat. First looking at you and then them.

‘This is Y/n. I’m supposed to take care of her instead of going to jail for 15 years. She’s paralysed from the waist down including one of her arms.’ Arthur said, looking at the ground, his voice almost disappearing into the silence.

‘Can you sound more ecstatic, Arthur?’ You eyed him down.‘You’re making it sound like I’m the worst option. I have to do this.’ You mocked him in the last sentence.

Arthur walked towards the table and passed each person, pointing his finger at them, mentioning their names.

‘This is Tommy, Polly, Michael, John, Esme, Ada, Finn, Scudboat, and Lovelock.’

They all nodded their heads or gave a quick awkward wave.

‘Her wish was to come see this place.’

‘Wish?’ The woman named Polly repeated like it was the worst wish ever.

‘Yes, some of us are dying and have wishes.’ You rolled your eyes. ‘Arthur?’

‘Yes?’

‘I’m thirsty.’ You said smirking to yourself, knowing how embarrassing it would be for him to get and help you drink water in front of the entire family. The big scary beast helping a poor lady drink, more than entertaining.

Arthur’s lips pressed together for a few seconds before he picked up his feet and walked towards the left of the room, going through the bright green double hinged door.

Some other people in the room went back to their business, but the men named Tommy, John, and Michael kept looking you up and down.

‘So this is where Arthur has gone to every day?’ Tommy’s deep voice asked.

‘He sure has.’ You replied, staring into his eyes. You could tell he was the boss. He had the confidence of one.

You saw Arthur come back through the door and you took your chance once more.

‘He gives very good feet rubs.’ You said. They all chuckled in response which was rather stupid of them because Arthur just told them you were paralysed which meant you couldn’t feel your feet…

‘Do you find that funny, you prick?’ You raised your eyebrow at John who couldn’t stop laughing. ‘Arthur’s hands may be just as soft as your cock.’ You glanced below his waist line.

Polly smirked at you. She already liked you a lot.

‘If you weren’t a cripple I’d take you in, you know,’ Polly informed you.

‘How kind.’ You smiled for a second before dropping it.

The rest of the day Arthur showed you around the betting shop and took you to the Garrison later in the evening where you enjoyed being hand fed a pint of dark beer that was too heavy for you to hold.

･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.･

Months later Arthur was back in Small Heath. He was going to get one of Polly’s baskets, a blanket, and food for a picnic he had planned for you. You mentioned that you would love to have one, so he took it upon himself to make your wish his command.

‘What are you doing, Arthur?’ Polly ashed her cigarette whilst Arthur went through the cupboards.

‘Grabbing things for a picnic with Y/n.’ He continued to look through the kitchen.

‘Y’know,’ Polly started, ‘the girl is doing you some good, Arthur.’

‘I don’t feel as angry anymore, Pol, y’know?’ Arthur stood up and looked at her. ‘I can’t describe it. It feels weird, but…good?’

Polly noticed that too. Arthur wasn’t so quick to act on his temper, he felt more relaxed and calm when he was with you.

‘She’s a good person.’

‘I know.’ Polly replied.

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‘Arthur?’ You asked as he rolled you through nothing but green fields.

Arthur hadn’t mentioned a thing where you were heading or what you were going to do. All he did was tell Clara that you’d be home later that day.

But a few minutes later and the set up of the most beautiful picnic caught your eyes. The food was placed on the blanket and a bouquet of flowers was sitting in the middle of the fabric. Arthur had picked you up and sat you down at a tree that could hold you upright. You smiled at him, your cheeks were probably red, and a warm feeling emerged from your chest.

There hasn’t been a single thing Arthur hadn’t done for you. You were so grateful that Arthur was assigned to you, so so grateful. He was better than any caretaker you ever had. But at the same time you were incredibly sad. When you first met Arthur you had a year left and you were fine with dying and never returning to this life. But the past months with Arthur made it hard. It would make leaving hard. You’d been to the doctors yesterday and your life expectancy dropped rapidly. How would you be able to break that news to him? You noticed it too, that Arthur felt something for you, but you were too shy to mention it. Would it be cruel not to say anything?

‘Arthur,’ you said, your eyes looking up to the crown top above you. ‘I went to the doctors yesterday.’

‘What did he say?’ Arthur asked, getting your plate of food ready.

At this very moment you wished you could move, but all you could do was place your hand on Arthur’s to grab his attention from the plate.

‘He said that,’ you could feel a hard lump grow right in the center of your throat. A god awful feeling that started to let tears roll down your cheek. ‘I only have a few weeks left. Two, three, maybe four, but not more.’

Arthur was silent. He seemed almost disconnected. His eyebrows were low and pulled together, his eyes were bulging, and his lips curled inwards. It took everything in Arthur not to go crazy and scream like there was no tomorrow. Instead the plate in his hands fell to the ground. An angry, hot tear rolled down his cheek, Arthur wiped it away and rubbed his eyes with his hands. He couldn’t understand why it had to be you? Why did every person around Arthur have to die? Was he bad luck? Did he have a curse?

‘Arthur, it’s okay.’ You tried to comfort him, but all you got was a confused angry look on his face.

‘It’s okay? It’s fucking okay?’ Arthur inhaled through his teeth. ‘How is any of this okay?’

‘Arth-‘

‘No, Y/n, it’s not okay. How can you say that?’ Arthur’s hand stroked his beard.

‘Arthur, listen to me please.’ You let out a small cry. Your tears hadn’t stopped falling since you brought the news to light. ‘Come closer.’

Arthur did what he was told. When he was close enough you grabbed his chin and pulled his face into yours, kissing him. Your lips brushed against his delicately like butterfly wings. He kissed you deep and slow, like no boy had ever kissed you. Chapped, but soft lips seeking closeness and the sharing of one breath. Running out of air, you broke the kiss and brought your foreheads together, stroking his cheek as you kept your eyes closed.

This was all you ever wanted. To find love, but sadly it came too late.

Two weeks later and the touch of your lips was no longer sitting on his skin but instead was far away. Your touch was gone. That warm touch Arthur loved so dearly would only be a memory from now on and would soon be forgotten.

‘I won’t forget you.’ Tears escaped Arthur’s eyes as his eyes scanned your grave which was scattered with the most beautiful flowers.

Arthur gently placed red carnation flowers on top of your headstone, wiping away his tears, trying to regain some of his strength back, feeling more than weak.

‘I promise to rub your feet in the next life.’

With that Arthur left. He didn’t mutter another word, instead thought back on your memories as his heart broke once more.

[tirasany]

tag 10 ppl you want to get to know better :] tagged by @ocularose hehe thank you~ 💜💖

relationship status: plain and simple :v single

favourite colour: purple (pretty much all of em), seafoarm green, phthalo green, lime green, periwinkle, mulberry, wine red (wait a minute this seems familiar)

favourite foods: honestly anything with noodles, all noodles; or with breading around it, chicken nuggies or onion rings! I just love onions lmao and BEANS! There is just so much I love xD like cabbage and spinach. But one thing I could always eat not matter what is Sushi.

song stuck in my head: Gallows by Shelby Merry

last thing I googled: barok van zieks concept art (referencesssss)

current time: 19:58 (as I am writing this)

dream trip: I always wanted to see the northern lights with my own eyes, so any place, like Norway is fine by me. Okay I know it's corny but when I look at them, not are they only beautiful but I like to think it's Earth/nature actively protecting us. OK I would love to go to Japan as well, all the food! xD

something I want: You see there are those statues, Dracula (the design by one of my fave artist ;-;) I really want, I know I don't need it buuuut.... yea. I REALLY want this one Vergil statue so bad omg. Uh ah. @van-zieksy, @scarlettjskipper, @angeaxil, @bubblymilkgalaxy

[moral-turpitudes]

Whatever Works:

Trigger Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Descriptions/Mentions of PTSD, Pregnancy, Swearing.

Word Count: 816

Characters: Thomas Shelby x Female Reader

Request: So I for real can’t remember if this was requested by anyone? Maybe I dreamed it up? Idk. All I know is that I may have seen it in my inbox and now it’s gone. My only proof of ever having it was bc I put it on my WIP list lmao. It’s fine. So anyway, if you’re reading this and feel that this was from the prompt list you requested, then I hope you enjoy lol. It’s from my Peaky Prompts List #11 under Fluff and #15 under Angst. 

Requested by: Anon?? Maybe?? Idk Tumblr is fucked up.

Summary: After a late-night episode keeps Tommy awake, Y/N tries her best to wait him out and tries to console him despite her own problems.

You looked at Thomas as he sat at his desk, the gears in his mind shifting as he thought of a plan, like always. He was always thinking of his next move, no matter the situation. His eyes were sunken, with dark circles making more of an appearance than before. Looking more like a dead mans eyes than your husband’s. The nights were long and grim ever since he got back from France all those years ago, not knowing himself or even his surroundings at times as he glanced back at his reflection in the dust covered mirror.

He stared aimlessly out the window, as you silently watched him from the doorway, the smell of his cigarette smoke filling your nose and inevitably your lungs as the night dragged on.

“Thomas?” You whispered, not wanting startle him completely.

“Have you been there this whole time?” He asked, turning around in his seat. His voice dull and terrifyingly low.

“If I say no will that make this easier on you?” You asked, walking in and sitting in one of the chairs near his desk.

“Make what easier, love?” He asked, taking another drag of his cig before darting his eyes to yours.

“All of this.” You gestured vaguely at him. He raised his brow at you as you continued. The moonlight shining on his slender face.

“The waiting Thomas...The waiting for the shovels to stop scraping. The waiting for you to come back to bed. The waiting for you to be here, and I mean actually being here, in the present, love. You think you can keep this up but you fucking can’t...” You said, taking a deep breath, trying not to get worked up.

“You don’t have to wait up for me Y/N. I can handle myself. I can handle my...whatever this is.” He said mimicking your gesture to himself and pointing at his head before sighing in frustration. You walked over to him, taking his free hand in yours, looking at his bruised knuckles and cut up fingers, probably from gripping his cap too tightly during a fight.

“You always say that Tommy...how about you let me help you for a change? Let me bring you back to reality for a second?” You asked. Bringing his sore knuckles to your lips as you kissed them.

He put his cigarette out and placed his hand over yours, sighing as he looked down at them.

“Help how?” He asked quietly.

“By letting me into that pretty head of yours....I am your wife after all.....I just want you to be okay. I just want you to be here for me...for us.” You said, hearing the last word slip out of your mouth that you told yourself a week prior to keep in until the right time.

“Us?” He asked, his sullen mood shifting.

“I was going to tell you this week, but I never got the chance...because you were on business. You’re going to be a father Tommy.” You said, desperately watching his face for any expression.

He looked up at you, a spark in his eyes appearing that wasn’t there before, and a small smile playing at his lips.

“Really?” He asked.

“Yeah. Found out last week.” You said as he pulled you in for a quick kiss. When you pulled away you sighed, putting your hands on his chest.

“I didn’t mean for that to be the reality check, but whatever works right?” You said, looking up at him.

“Whatever works.” He said staring at you as he held you in his arms, not wanting to let you go.

“You’re my good luck charm, you know that?” He asked.

“Yes.” You said, nodding.

“Then I want you to know that anything I’ve lived through, is because you were there to guide me. You were in the back of my mind when I was digging the tunnels, you were there when I got back, you were there for me when I took over the company, you’re here during my darkest moments, and now you’re here with me, by my side. You’ll always be with me. And I’m gonna try to be there for you now.” He said, seeing him slowly turn back into himself again.

You kissed him once more, letting your forehead touch his as you took in the moment.

“I know a way you can be there for me...” You said, draping your arms over his shoulders lazily.

“Yeah?” He said, smiling back for a change.

“Come back to bed. We both need the sleep love.” You said.

“Is that all?” He said looking down at you.

“Follow me and find out...” You said, gently breaking from his embrace and heading out of the office. His steps were dragging close behind, a smirk playing at your lips as you led him up to the bedroom where the plush queen bed was waiting for you both.

Tag List:

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[angelhummel]

for the ask game: 3, 5, 8, 10, 14, 17, 25

ahh thank you for so many!! 3 & 5 are here, 14 is here, and 17 is here! But I could probably do a hundred things for it so I'll answer it again lol

8. Have you received anon hate? What about? All the time babyyy. Mostly for saying mean things about characters or ships other people like lol. Again, bc people dont know how to block tags. And I mean I get defensive over my faves and say stuff in response but I'm not going into other people's inboxes to do it (: Also of course I get some every time I mention Chris and Darren's name in the same post. And then I've gotten a couple that are just vile messages for the sake of being a disgusting human being, but I've certainly never let those see the light of day. For all my followers' benefit

10. Most disliked arc? Why? Brittany being a math genius lmao. To me that just obliterated whatever chances she had left of being a decent character. None of it made sense and it wasn't used in any sort of interesting or even funny way. Like she's standing there writing equations on a chalkboard and being like "I'm a math genius now" and we're supposed to be like "wow character development" like please

17. Instead of XYZ happening, I would have made ABC happen… I would move Quinn's s3 breakdown up to s2 bc it would be in response to the events that just happened instead of being weird all season and talking about prom queen and some vague ass "big plans" that didn't amount to shit. Also Shelby would be there bc Rachel just asked her to teach at McKinley idk i feel like s1 set up s3 more than it did s2 lol

25. How would you end XXX/Would you change the ending of XXX? Klaine wouldn't be parents yet and Rachel would be single lol

send me some salty asks!

[hughiecampbelle]

Enticing (John Shelby Drabble)

Character/s: John

Word Count: 675

Inspired By: Boys Ain't Shit by SAYGRACE

Tag List: @dontdowhatisayandnobodygetshurt @lotsoffandomimagines

A/N: So ya gurl has been struggling with writers block the past few days and it's been really frustrating. However, though this is a lil shorter, I did write this :) And I like it! I know I could write better, but the fact that I wrote anything is a pretty big accomplishment. I also like the song and yes I found it on tiktok lmao. I hope you like it! Feedback is always appreciated 💜

A player. A pawn. A boy in a big hat calling himself a man. You knew him, his ways, all the sugar sweet words he whispered so he wouldn't have to spend the night alone. His bed always warm, always occupied. Tripping over themselves to wake up next to him, to lay their head on his chest, beg him for more. When the sun touched your skin, lit up those blue eyes, your time was up. Dress quickly, light a cigarette, the last reminders of him the smoke, disappearing as quickly as the man himself. The smell of him in your sheets, on you skin, between your teeth, wishing for just a little more time, for the stars to come up. Too quickly he was gone, a fading memory, on to the next.

Poison had never seemed so enticing, so edible, and yet you found yourself repulsed. Watched closely. A creature of habit. The same lazy smile, the same spark, on the hunt. How he lived with this each night, you questioned. A father. A respected man within his line of work. Respected, feared, same difference. A boy picking his dessert, never picky, always hungry. Sure, a look could kill a crowd. People fawning over his very presence, gasping, whispering, tidying themselves up, hoping he'll notice, treat them to a touch so bitter it'll put them off him completely. The dumb things he said between the sheets, the gleam of those razors under his hat, the safety you felt wrapped in his arms like you'd never felt before. He chose his weapons well.

And yet, at a time in your life, you were washing him off, slipping from his grip to shut the curtains. Naive just as they are. Always young, so unaware of their self worth, tripping over themselves for a second thought. You were one of them, baby faced, doe eyed, crawling back to him, finding your way back to those arms, listening to the beat of his chest. The same chest you pounced on, pushed away, threatening the same person you were convinced you'd marry one day not to single step towards you. Slamming doors, cursing the very name others dared not to utter: fuck you John Shelby. It wasn't once, or twice, there were more bodies than you could count, anonymous faces he'd left to walk home in the morning, missing a shoe, their hair a mess. You thought you were different, that there was something more between you than the heat of the moment. He invited you back, you became a habit, an addiction, you thought, instead of another regular through the door.

That was a lifetime ago. The two of you older. You knew what you wanted, what you didn't, what you were deserving of. Someone faithful, locing, who meant every word they said, who did things for you with no expectations you would return the favor. A drink, a fuck, and a sloppy goodbye were for the young ones, the unsure ones, experimenting, looking for a thrill while they still had the time, unafraid of the ticking time bomb. If it wasn't him, it would be someone else to give them that wake up call. You knew when you found a good one, they'd be there. A ring around your finger, give you a place to call home with a bed made for only the two of you. For now, though, you watched and waited. Too grown to be doing this, slipping his hand around their back, his words a low whisper, made them hopeful, starry eyed. You'd catch a glimpse of those eyes, so desperate, so wanting. He'd freeze, looking only at you, at least that's what it felt like. Unsure what to say, what to do, as you walked past him. Part of you missed that, him. Another laughed, asking yourself what you would ever do with a man like that, the kind of life you'd lead, how many lies you'd have to tell yourself to rest easy beside him. John never could have just one.

[power-of-ages-writeblr]

Song Title Tag

Ooh, this is a fun one! Thanks to @scmalarky for the tag, sorry it took me a hot second to get round to it xDD

Anways, the rules are to use song titles from one artist/band to answer the questions (and then tag people at the end).

Anyways, I don’t think I know ten songs from any one band, so what I’m going to do is use song titles from the Final Space soundtrack, because that just dropped and I’ve waited for TWO YEARS and it’s GREAT. (Also the soundtrack is composed by Shelby Merry, Jake Sidwell, and Andrew Goodwin, so I guess those are the artists lmao)

Anyways:

What’s your gender: Good Enough For Me

How are you feeling: Good Kind of Dangerous

If you could go anywhere: A World Beyond

Your best friend: Hug

Favourite time of day: When the Night is Long

If your life was a TV show: Finish It

Relationship status: A Catch

AAAnd that was it! :P A short one but a fun one

Tagging @ragethewriter and @sassypandacandy

[cantbehandled-ever]

people i’d like to get to know better

i was tagged by @rosecolouredash, thanks so much!

name: Shelby

birthday: november 17th

zodiac sign: scorpio

height: 5’9

hobbies: listening to music, watching movies, falling down conspiracy theory rabbit-holes

favorite color: emerald green

last song i listened to: Sweet Child O’ Mine by Guns N’ Roses

last movie i watched: this is so crackhead, but i literally watched Shrek 2 yesterday agahsjdkdkd

inspiration or muse: i’ve got a lot, most of them are musicians. i really draw a lot of inspiration from Stevie Nicks and Janis Joplin, but also newer artists like The 1975. i’m a big lyric person, so that’s why i gravitate towards those artists specifically

dream job: to be a traveling musician. i want to see the world and music/performing is what i’m truly passionate about

reason behind my username: i’m a Lot™️. so i was just trying to warn people, but i’m sure if any of you have ever read my tags ever, you’ve figured that out lmao

tagging: @calumspeachy @sammyscherub @bitterendx @blackbluemichael @what-now-lucas and whoever else wants to do it!

[reignfyre]

about shellbow!

name : shelby nickname / s: shelb / shelbs / shellbow height : 5′4″ nationality :  american favourite fruit : apples! but I love most fruits EXCEPT citrus which I hate with a comical passion favourite season :  summer. i’m one of those people who retain no warmth in their body at all so I like to walk outside and feel the heat wash over me. favourite scents :  vanilla. also christmas-y scents ( cinnamon / pine / gingerbread / peppermint )  favourite animals :  i really like stingrays tea, coffee, hot cocoa :   unpopular opinion but I don’t like warm drinks average hours of sleep :  7-8 when my blog was created :  Feb. 24th of this year. I’ve been here a month, yay! # of followers :  95 random fact : uhhh I met Khal Drogo and The Hound and I have their autographs favourite food :  sushi! favourite t.v. shows :  The Office, Star Wars: The Clone Wars, Star Wars Rebels, The Good Place, Hannibal, The Tudors. kind of a weird bunch but these are the ones I could rewatch over and over.  favourite movie :  phhth i can never think of movies i like when people ask me this. basically every star wars movie every made let’s go with that favourite vine :  “this song always cheers me up” and scaring grandma well there goes the milk sexuality :  lesbian pronouns : she/her favourite book series :  ASoIaF. Abarat. I remember liking Throne of Glass but I need to go back and reread them so I can read the last books lmao. His Dark Materials. BLEACH. Again many of the books from the new Star Wars EU like the aftermath trilogy and Bloodlines were pretty good.   favourite video game / s : Dragon Age, Skyrim, God of War, Bayonetta, Pokemon, S t a r d e w V a l l e y  favourite subject :  History was always my favorite guys or girls :  ladies last time I cried :  I don’t remember but it was probably over something dumb. what I should be doing :  hm, I don’t think there is anything I SHOULD be doing. Dobby is a free elf.  favourite fandoms :  there really isn’t any fandoms that are like...not annoying. but the fandoms I really engage in atm are of course ASoIaF/GoT and Star Wars mainly. 

tagged by : @rebxrnbyfire @songtouch and @win-cr-die, thank you all~

tagging : @drownkraken @bloodofdrxgons @cxnqueror @fallesto + anyone who wants to do it! c: 

[shels-kpop-main]

30 Questions Challenge

Hello lovelies! I was tagged by @dreamersrog (thank you my dear!) so let’s GO

Rules: Tag the person who tagged you, answer the questions, tag 20 people (lmao as if I know that many people)

1.) how tall are you?

4′11″

2.) what color & style is your hair?

Long and straight red hair 

3.) what color are your eyes?

Greenish-blue

4.) do you wear glasses?

No but I am blind as hell. I should probably see an eye doctor about that?

5.) do you wear braces?

Not currently, but I have had braces twice in my life.

6.) what is your fashion style?

Elegant and feminine. Unless I’m at work, then it’s khaki shorts and a t-shirt that is probably covered in various animals’ bodily fluids. Get you a girl that can do both.

7.) full name:

Shelby Jacqueline (it was almost Ursula Gertrude, can you IMAGINE)

8.) when were you born?

November 3rd!

9.) where are you from & where do you live now?

Houston to both lol

10.) what school do you go to?

Currently applying to masters programs in California!

11.) what kind of student are you?

Teacher’s pet. Don’t @ me, my grades are good.

12.) do you like school?

H e l l yes

13.) what are your favorite school subjects?

Animal Nutrition, Invertebrate Zoology, Evolutionary Biology

14.) favorite tv shows:

Archer, Saturday Night Live, Rick and Morty, Trial and Error

15.) favorite movies:

Theory of Everything, Bo Rhap, Girls Trip, any Harry Potter or Lord of the Rings

16.) favorite books:

The Art of Racing in the Rain, the Book Thief, And We All Looked Up

17.) favorite pastime:

Writing, photography, playing with my pets

18.) do you have any regrets?

not gonna answer this one lol

19.) dream job?

Singer or author

20.) would you like to get married someday?

Maybe?

21.) would you like to have kids someday?

Also maybe?

22.) how many?

uuhhhhhh

23.) do you like shopping?

Sure, every once in a whi--who am I kidding, yes I fucking do

24.) what countries have you visited?

Australia, China, France, England, Germany, Austria, Turks and Caicos, Jamaica, Belize, Grand Caiman, Mexico

25.) what’s the scariest nightmare you’ve ever had?

I’ve sleep paralysis twice so I’d say either of those?

26.) do you have any enemies?

Only one.

27.) do you have an s/o?

No

28.) do you believe in miracles?

Sure, but I believe in science more.

I hereby do solemnly nominate @deacytits and all of the WWG Hoes! @sweet-ladyy, @strangeandwonderfulconcepts, @in-theyear-of-39, and @queens-n-roses !!