poll time!!
please reblog with your answer and country!!
i, for example, have fired a gun, and am from canada.
enjoy!!
edit to say: air rifles, bb guns, paintball markers, etc, DO NOT COUNT. only REAL firearms (as in gunpowder powered) count.
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I finished Derry Girls yesterday. I know the whole show's about a serious topic and all, but it's done in such a funny way that you don't expect it to go so dark at times. Which is why this show is genius. You see everything through the eyes of a bunch of naive teenagers who honestly have other things to worry about than the Troubles. They think about boys (and girls), and school and the fact that their mums are gonna kill them if they don't pass their final exams, and you get invested and forget what's happening out there. And every time an episode ends with a reminder it's brutal and random and it's so real. Because that's how it is in real life: you never expect to get a call telling you your granddad is dead. Or for your TV program to be interrupted to tell you terrorists crashed a plane into a bunch of towers and killed over 3000 people. Things like that always come unexpected and Derry Girls understood that. Beautiful show.
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Sansa as a northern character being so aesthetically pleasing never gets old for me.
In a world of white and gray and black and of course, icy blue, the color auburn shows itself off very well. The way she looks like a weirwood with her porcelain skin and red hair is so cool. And her blue eyes can be a reminder of Others' eyes (and also a nod to Starks having Other ancestry which I root for). She even tolerates cold better than many other characters, spends half a day in snow and doesn't bat an eye.
Generally, storytelling with color and design is so powerful in her arc, with George reflecting her mood and goals through the things she wears, and the same attention has been put through her own colors.
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aye, gag me with a spoon will ye?
james maguire x fem!quinn!reader
warnings: fluff, mentions of blood
notes: this was so rushed but i wanted to get something out for james because we're lackin' james appreciation on this app !!
it was early in the morning, well 11 am but still early for y/n. she was packed and ready to go to portnoo with the rest of the derry girls, and james of course.
her and james have been dating a little over 6 months now, they couldnt be happier. they had awesome friends, well michelle was still a bit of a bitch towards james but he could deal, and he had the most perfect girlfriend he could ask for.
y/n headed downstairs, excited to see her boyfriend as she heard his voice from the living room. she wore relatively comfortable clothes, a pair of james' sweatpants and his hoodie did her just fine.
as she bounded towards james, she failed to notice the tent in her way and she tripped over it. she was absolutely mortified and felt blood trickling from her nose at the impact from the floor.
"oh god, y/n, are you okay?" james panicked, rushing to her side.
"aye dont worry yourself jamie, im fine. just excited to see you is all" she smiled to the worried boy infront of her.
"c'mon, lets get you cleaned up." he said, taking her hand and leading her up to the bathroom.
she reluctantly sat on the counter, waiting for james to do whatever he was to do so she could kiss him without blood going all over him. eventually, james ripped off a bit of toilet roll and shoved it under her nose to catch the blood.
they sat there for a few minutes, admiring eachother with lovesick smiles on their faces before james pulled the tissue away.
"you're alright, yeah?" james asked, kissing her forehead.
she hopped off the counter and stood by the door way.
"with you here, im always okay." she smiled, booping his nose softly.
he blushed and laughed a bit, he always got shy when she flirted with him, or did anything remotely romantic. it was foreign to him, he was so used to michelle always saying he'd never find love that when he actually did, it was hard to accept it.
he kissed her softly, smiles playing on both their faces as they did so.
"i love you jamie" she smiles as they break away.
"i love you too y/n/n, more than you know." he smiles back.
"aye, gag me with a spoon will ye?"
the two jump away from eachother.
"michelle!" they exclaim as she chuckles almost like a witch.
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