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13 & 26

13. Talk about the first time you had sex/how you imagine your first time.

Ok to be honest, I am kinda squicked out by the idea of sex. The furthest I have thought about it is that I would like it to be relaxed? Not all frantic slamming against walls and doors, like in tv shows? I am not going to rule out one night stands or whatever, because eh, who know what can happen. And I don't believe in abstinence. As long as it is the right person and it's the right time :D

26.  Talk about things you do when you're sick.

I mainly sleep a lot, and mope around in bed reading fanfics. But the one highlight of being sick is this thing my mum makes for me when I am sick. Bread and butter toasted to a crisp on a griddle, and then scatter sugar all over the top, cut it into small pieces and voila. It is so delicious!

[doctorbee]

11 (and 13 if it's not hella awkward)?

11. Talk about the best dream you've ever had.

Oh this is a hard one.  I don't usually record my dreams in any way so I tend not to remember them all that well (although I really should work harder to record them).  But I remember having one several years ago and I remember there being a stadium and the whole cast of Fringe was there and I talked to Anna Torv and everyone was really nice to me.... I'm not really sure the details were important, but I woke up very slowly from it (as opposed to my usual panicked smash back to reality) and I felt weirdly absurdly happy.  Everything in the dream was happy and it actually washed over into waking and it was glorious.  I don't know if it was the BEST DREAM EVER but I certainly remember it being very nice.

13. Talk about the first time you had sex

Hahaha, okay not hella awkward, just funny now.  I was 16 I think and I had this floppy haired boyfriend who was nice and sweet and also very awkward in literally every aspect of his life (not cute awkward.  Like I wouldn't go to public places with him if I could help it awkward.).  One day my mum was out for something that would definitely be quite a while so I called him to come over (this being in the days before my dad covered our house in cameras because this would 100% never work in today's version of my parents' house).  Something something and we went upstairs to my room.  I don't remember all the leading up events.  But I had a waterbed.  And we had sex on the waterbed.  It was terrible.  We kept getting sloshed around everywhere and I was like, maybe if we're sideways, so only half on the bed and that resulted in my head getting banged all over the sideboard.  It was so so uncomfortable and did not work.  It was also pretty damn boring.  (He got off, I did not.)  I was not blown away.  It was not a revelation.  It was awkward and boring and I got a lump on my head.  Then my mum was due home and he left.  And I called my best friend and told her it was spectacular.

[judgmental-eyebrows]

Charloe Tropes (part 4 of 5)

a collaboration between octaviashieldmaiden and charloedrama

[maegfen]

octaviashieldmaiden replied to your post:octaviashieldmaiden replied to your post:'We are...

Like, nothing *happened* and I am still… ugggh.

Hehe, I was intending to go full on smut with it, but I thought the 'less is more' approach worked better; I'm glad I was right :D ;)

[galfridian]

octaviashieldmaiden replied to your post “octaviashieldmaiden replied to your photo “keep running till we’re...”

Vienna Teng songs make me cry. THAT ONE makes me cry harder than most. Alsooo, Take Me To Church is giving me hot borderline-hatesex feelings.

Well, I mean -- if you ship Abby/Marcus and you don't think he'd worship at the altar of Abby in a heartbeat, I don't know if you really ship Abby/Marcus, right?

[o-u-a-timer]

octaviashieldmaiden replied to your post: If you could, send some fanfic prompts...

Linctavia, “Don’t you DARE do that to me again!!”

            A/N: This prompt could have went in so many different directions...

“You left me- you disappeared!”

It was wild frustration that burned in Octavia’s eyes. Her fingers gripped at her hair, looking as if she were ready to rip it out from the root as her gaze fell to her feet.

“Don’t you dare do that to me again!”

Lincoln wasn’t used to her being so irrational. No matter the situation, no matter the context, Octavia had a way of controlling and being in control. So… this display…

This pacing- this back and forth- with increasing agitation from her? It wasn’t her.

“There were a lot of things that needed to be taken care of,” Lincoln told her carefully. His eyes traveled her path of emotionally charged destruction. “I didn’t disappear.”

Octavia’s head popped up, stopping dead in her tracks. Those eyes- that look- told a story of total disbelief.

“You didn’t say that you were leaving,” she reminded him. “You didn’t tell me that you would be gone for days.” Her head shook, wild with frustration. “I didn’t know when- or if- you’d be back.”

And then that pacing began again. Murmurs of something undefinable escaping her mouth.

Lincoln wanted to take her in his arms. He wanted to pull her against him and hold her tight. He wanted to sooth her and understand where all this was coming from. Because right now, just looking at her, it was all a bit confusing.

It wasn’t the first time that they had been separated for days. There were times where he had to leave. Times where it became vital to communicate with those outside of the realm of his or her people.

“Why this time, Octavia?” he asked, still watching the wary and fear that was spilling out of her. “What was so different about this time?”

And she ignored him. At least, she hadn’t taken the time to look at him again.

Lincoln was slow to move toward her. But he instinctively knew something: she needed him.

“Octavia?”

He didn’t wait for a response. He couldn’t wait for her to fix this on her own. So his arm grabbed for her waist, pulling her tightly against himself.

So small against him, his warrior. It had been too many days since he’d been with her. Being this close- even with her apprehension- and just holding her eased some of his edge.

“Will you please tell me what this is all about?”  Lincoln asked. Because he had to try. To do what had always been so natural to them: communicate with one another.

Her hands fisted right there at his shirt, holding on as tight as possible.

“Lincoln?” she asked with a cry.

Was Octavia going to cry? What was wrong?

“What is it?”

And he heard her gasp, her need to take in as much air as her lungs could take it.

“You can’t disappear from me, Lincoln,” she cried. It was only then that her sad eyes met his. “I can’t lose you because… I’m pregnant.”

When he thought her hold on him couldn’t be any stronger, he was proven wrong as her arms closed around him.

His own body was slow to catch up to his racing mind.

Octavia. Pregnant. Baby. Family. Fear. Loss. Forever.

“You won’t lose me, Octavia,” he assured her, pulling her even closer to him.

Lincoln’s eyes closed as he enveloped her.

“You’re having a baby?” It was with awe. With trepidation. But with an instantaneous feeling of something truly deep.

Octavia pulled away from him, her face wet with her own tears.

“Yes,” she whispered in answer. “So don’t-“

“I’m not going anywhere,” he told her fiercely.

Family was something altogether different to him. His life was sometimes solitary and confined to quiet moments.  And sometimes it was communal, sharing his world with all of his people. But family- his own family? Octavia. That was something new. And he was offering her…

Lincoln pulled her back, his eyes growing wide as he took her face between his hands.

There was something different about her. Something beautiful and wondering and inspiring.

“We’re having a baby.”

Her eyes darted across his face. Finally, there was a sense of relief that had been missing for far too long.

“We’re having a baby,” she confirmed.

There was a connection being made, their eyes meeting and holding.

He never knew. Not before Octavia…

She was lifted in his arms then, the carrier of his child, the woman whom he loved.

And, no, she would never have to worry about losing him ever again…

[dareedvil]

*waves* Hello lovely new follower!!

Hello

[spookygrantaire]

Okay so I suck at communicating with people, I know I'm sorry. I just went through stuff I'm tagged in which I rarely do and saw how much I have missed omg

MIKE I HAVE AN XBOX NOW WE CAN TOTALLY PLAY NOW EVEN THOUGH I ONLY ACTUALLY HAVE A FEW GAMES. BadW0lfGirl

JADE IS STILL LOVE YOU AND YOU'RE LOVELY I'M SORRY I'M AWFUL! I HOPE YOU'RE DOING WELL!

ALYSSA I LOVE YOU YOU BEAUTIFUL HUMAN!

JILL IDK WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU BUT YOU'RE MY BRO FOR ACTUAL LIFE AND I STILL NEED TO MEET JEFFREY 

DANA DO YOU EVEN GET ON TUMBLR ANYMORE IDEK

NATALIE YOU IS KIND YOU IS SMART YOU IS IMPORTANT

ALEX I GOT A SUBWAY GIFT CARD FOR CHRISTMAS AND LITERALLY EVERY TIME I SEE IT I THINK OF YOU I LOVE YOU BRO

JOSH! WTF MAN

SAVVY YOU'RE GREAT SORRY MY SNAPCHAT IS AN ASSHOLE AND BARELY WORKS ANYMORE BUT I LOVE YOU AND YOUR RAT CHILDREN

SERIOUSLY GUYS I LOVE YOU ALL YOU'RE ALL BEAUTIFUL I MISS YOU AND I'M SORRY I'M HORRIBLE

[kateera]

Writing smut with someone else is a heaven I didn't know existed till now

Let the breaking begin!

[sootspritesprinkles]

octaviashieldmaiden replied to your post:"Put the firework down or I swear to god..."

I do ship it. I get annoyed with that part of the fandom but the ship is not the problem. And this is cuuute.

BABY BLAKES MAKE ME UPSET seriously, where is my goddamned pacific rim au?

[astriferias]

"Tell me you don't want me and I'll never look your way again, I promise."

He knew the answer before it was even given. It was always the same: ambiguous, familiar, and just a little sad. 

He closed his eyes as soft lips brushed lightly against his own, savoring the feeling despite the churning in his chest. 

“I’ll see you next year,” those lips whispered, tickling his ear with warm breath and old words.

When he opened his eyes, there was no one there, as always.  

[coeurvrai]

"I'm just asking you to stay."

They had gone through this before, where he told her not to leave because the camp needed her - needed her skill, her intelligence in order to survive because her spark was needed to keep their fire alive, because at that point she was nothing more than that, she was just an asset.

Now it was his turn, his turn to choose whether or not to leave or stay, stay by her side through the night but didn’t he say that he wasn’t that guy? (It was a fucking lie, though, he knew it. He had always been that guy, he was the heart of the group, he wasn’t some heartless bastard like the anonymous absence that is his and O’s father)

He looked at her, more vulnerable than he has ever seen her, looking like she could shatter into a million pieces like a mirror with the slightest touch, barely able to say the words and he thinks, no; because he is not Finn, he wasn’t ever been able to replace Finn.

"Okay" Bellamy replied, softly, as he zipped the tent back up, and eased himself besides Raven’s shivering body, not out of cold or anger like you would expect but something much more worse, something that could break a person and he feared it would happen.

"I could’ve saved him, Bellamy. If I hadn’t… if I still had the knife I would’ve-" Her voice chokes, as she heaves breathes in and out of her lungs, trying so desperately to keep it together. Bellamy wished he could whisper, I’m here, Raven, you can let go, but he knows those of the kinds of words she wouldn’t want to hear. Because that would’ve something that Finn would say. 

"I was powerless to save him" She whispers so quiet he can barely hear her in this space in the tent, and she sounds so defeated. There is no fire behind her words like he’s come to associate her with, tempered to become a sharp knife. He thinks of the words to say, thinks of the right words but he can’t, none of the easiness he used when it came to inspiring the soldiers but he can’t. So he just says the words he is feeling, one that he understands.

After all, they both came down to the ground for the people they loved.

"When-" He starts, and he feels her stiffen beside inside his arms, expecting him to be just a solid, silent presence. He guessed she expected him to not be that type of person, "When you love someone… you have no control. That’s what love is. Being powerless"

He knew that feeling all too well.

He was always powerless when it came to her.

[maegfen]

octaviashieldmaiden replied to your post:'We are going to get caught!' (Kane and Abby)

DAMN.

:D

[galfridian]

octaviashieldmaiden replied to your photo “keep running till we’re there | a mix for abby griffin and marcus kane...”

DAMN YOU.

;)

[batsonthebrain]

octaviashieldmaiden replied to your post: “If there was one thing Iris was used to, it was chaos, but the scene...”:

That is AMAZING.

Hal has learned to fear the significant others of his co workers. Especially Iris and Lois.

[dealingdreams]

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Swear to god, if they hurt her, I WILL stop watching the show. Period.

I'd probably cry for 50 years. I love Octavia so much if anything happened to her it would be a reeeeaaallly hard thing to take. However, I don't think anything will because of how important she is and how much time they are spending developing her