#penguin talks ts

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cuties 🥺

[solcarow]

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[leilanihours]

🗝️, prompt 5 + kate martin

# JACKET 'ROUND MY SHOULDERS IS YOURS

pairing: kate martin x teammate!reader

word count: 710

warnings: one suggestive comment

prompt: "here, take my jacket"

⭑ from lani: lyric from cornelia street and theyre in new york...but not cornelia street...who wrote ts fr 🙄

celly masterlist !

main masterlist !

YOU SHIVER WALKING through the cold yet vibrant streets of times square, skin covered in goosebumps as you brave the unfamiliar weather.

"y/n, please, it is not that cold," gabbie laughs, observing your shaking figure.

"i know," you shrug, "i'm actually hot."

"girl, you don't have to lie, it's okay," jada adds, "you just have to remember to bring your jacket next time."

"i swear i hate you guys," you say, shaking your head as you continue to subtly rub your arms in an attempt to warm up your body.

the night progresses, and you are just getting colder and colder. as a girl from the west coast, you were definitely not used to this type of cold. and even worse, you hated being an inconvenience, which is why you kept denying your friends' offers to give you their jackets.

you also hated being wrong. you wouldn't even buy a jacket for yourself when you would stroll through shops - you were stubborn if anything.

the one person who persisted despite your dismissive behavior was kate. your best friend and also the girl you were in love with.

you'd slowly started to fall for the girl throughout your years at iowa. to you, she was your other half on and off the court. but you had no idea if she felt the same way.

"y/n, please for the love of god take my jacket. you look like a penguin the way you're wobbling from the cold," she says, her blue eyes pleading for you to accept her offer.

you turn to her, seeing that she's already stripped out of her thick letterman jacket and is now walking beside you in a simple nike hoodie.

"kate, i swear i'm fine, please put your jacket back on, you're gonna get sick."

"you're crazy if you think i'm gonna let you walk around new york city in nothing but jeans and a long sleeve."

"i actually have socks and shoes on too so i'm good, i promise," you joke, trying to distract her from the matter at hand.

"y/n," she deadpans, clearly not giving up. at this point she had stopped the two of you from walking as she stood before you, her hands on either side of your shoulders.

she looked down at you with a certain look in her eyes, one that only happened to shine through when she talked to you.

the rest of your group had walked ahead, not noticing your stoppage, "kate, we're gonna lose them, let's go."

"y/n, i will tie you down if that's what it takes for you to put this on," she states with a serious face.

"kinky," you smirk playfully, trying to change the topic once again.

"y/n i swear-"

"okay fine!" you sigh, "i'll put it on."

"finally," she breathes out, "thank you."

she helps you slip into the large jacket, the sleeves a little too long for your arms considering the extra height kate has over you.

"why are you thanking me? i should be thanking you," you laugh.

"because," the blonde starts as you resume your path behind the rest of the girls, "i hated seeing you uncomfortable. plus i get to see you in my clothes," she mumbles the last part, but it doesn't go unnoticed by you.

"well, aren't you just the sweetest?" you smile, only half joking. kate was quite literally the definition of a sweetheart.

you often make the joke that if you were to look up the word "sweet" in the dictionary, it would just say "kate martin" plain and simple.

you jog ahead to walk with hannah and gabbie, leaving the blonde to watch you longingly.

"only for you, y/n, only for you," she sighs before catching up to the group.

little did either of you know that your fellow teammate, kylie, had been vlogging the past few minutes and had managed to catch your interaction with kate in the background.

it was nothing but a meaningless background detail until fans noticed the exchange and it became the highlight of the video in its entirety.

but, hey, at least they were able to notice the way you two looked at each other - something either of you couldn't even comprehend.

— leilani signing off ! 📁

[bwbawa]

hello, so I'm questioning if I'm autistic so i can reach out for a diagnosis maybe, and i saw another person do this so i wanted to try it out

i wrote a list of some of the things i think that are autistic traits about me and if anyone would like to please read them and tell me if they could be autism or maybe smth else? lol, just as a big favour really. I'll give more context if any is needed, thanks so much!!

also please reblog for reach if you want to, thank you

ts bellow the cut :]

- stimming ( twirling and braiding hair, used to suck on my own hair as a kid, rocking back and forth, doing ??? weird stuff with ny mouth and fingers lol, moving legs a lot)

- echolalia; internal, repeating phrases and songs on my head, but also doing sounds with my mouth

- always feeling like an outsider. This wasn't bad for me as a kid since i was very into creepypastas and media related to being an outcast, i never related it to something bad until adolescence which im still in, and I'm more insecure now about it.

- also, very extroverted as a kid, didn't get social cues and was offensive sometimes

- couldn't and still can't control my strength very well ( sometimes things fall out of my hands or i touch someone harder than i wanted to)

- sensitive skin, to heat cold and pain

- very talkative, as a baby was LITERALLY born babbling

- not good at eye contact, either do way too much or way too little

- terrible at maths (jst not logical to me??? dk how people find them logical )

- kinda restrictive interests but no special interests

- very picky as a child, fav foods were salted noodles with ketchup or by themselves. ( still can't stand some foods and mixing some foods together )

- horrible coordination and balance: didn't learn to tie my shoes correctly, how to ride a bike or how to swim, i bought wheelies and cant use them because my balance is horrible, i run weird (like a baby kind of) and I'm always stumbling on my own feet

- again, didn't learn some stuff until grown: didn't know how to shower correctly or make my bed ( could be due to being very taken care of as a kid, aka my mom didn't let me do stuff by myself )

- terrible spacial awareness: again, stumbling with my own feet, waddling like a penguin when i walk with my friends lol

- bad perception of time

- got upset when things didn't go my way

- ran away when kids were being too loud but didn't mind big performances loud spaces

loud THUDS or sudden noises however startle me, scare me and stress me out: was and still am kind of afraid of balloons, shouting people and loud thuds. As a baby i cried when someone spoke too loudly

- lately I'm much more sensitive to stimuli than i was, could be due to heightened stress in my life: badly done beds make me want to cry, crumbs on the bed feel like hell, heat and sweating are hell, some months ago i cried because my sunglasses and headphones weren't working and there were too many sounds, my head it hurted and everything felt wrong, sent me into a kind of crisis.

- don't think I'm overly empathetic, but i have a strong sense of justice and get very upset and ill about injustices.

related to that, movies and shows that require a lot of stress i don't like, they make me feel ill and i prefer spoilers when it's like that, i get too nervous.

- socially awkward and don't know how to keep conversations going, at least small talk.

- although i used to talk a lot, nowadays i prefer to stay quiet sometimes.

- i get VERY angry and frustrated but it goes away kind of quickly?

-i used to be very loud and I still dont know how to control my tone of voice ( how loud or quiet i am) and i spoke in a very high pitched voice as a child

- i used to read a lot, went to the library in the recess instead of hanging out all the time with kids and used some complicated words that my parents didn't know i knew

- all my life i only had one close friend ( not the same, but always one)

- i think i had a specific routine of morning

- i have a hard time concentrating and being organized

- i make plans for myself in the night and get upset when OTHERS interrupt it but not when i do

- hard time knowing when to pee and when to eat

- again sensory issues, some foods make me want to puke, and wet, sticky or extremely dry hands are disgusting. Also, light touches feel like anger.

- as a kid I repeatedly watched stuff, ended up boring my family because i only wanted to watch that multiple times

- sensory seeker as a kid kind of, slept with my feet up, danced a lot (stimming?)

-i get irritated easily and can hurt people verbally

- don't know if related but i sometimes very anxious, get upset about not saying goodbye correctly to certain people, as a kid i used to cry and didnt want to go to school because of a "bad feeling" that smth bad was gonna happen, could be anxiety.

i absolutely sure there's more, but I don't wanna keep typing

just to finish, most of my circle is neurodivergent. And family wise, my sister is audhd, one cousin and uncle are autistic, my mom has adhd and two of my cousins are suspected autistic.

[mareastrorum]

Reading Tag Meme

Tagged by @grayintogreen

The last book I read:

Babel, Or the Necessity of Violence: An Arcane History of the Oxford Translators' Revolution by R.F. Kuang. Utterly fantastic book with unrestrained critique of white supremacy, colonialism, and classism.

A book I recommend:

My absolute favorite book is The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas as translated by Robin Buss for Penguin books. That edition also included very helpful footnotes since I was not intimately familiar with French history for that era. I read it during the 2 months I was preparing for the bar exam, and it kept me sane. It is very long, but very enjoyable and the best revenge story I've ever read.

A book I couldn’t put down:

Dune: Messiah by Frank Herbert. I was so hyped after reading Dune and breezed through Messiah in no time at all. Easily one of my favorites.

A book I’ve read twice (or more):

The Lord of the Rings trilogy. There aren't that many books I expect to reread; I usually just feel like it on a whim. But LotR is one I have reread and will again because it's just that type of trilogy.

A book on my TBR:

So many, omg. The Jungle by Upton Sinclair has been on there for a while, I should get around to it. Eventually.

A book I’ve put down:

I cannot remember the last book I DNF'd. I've gotten very good at scrutinizing books before I buy/borrow.

That said, there is a book popular among this fandom that I almost DNF'd, but I forced myself to finish and then skimmed a second time to be sure. The more I think about it, the more I detest it. I get why other people enjoy it, and that doesn't ease my opinion.

A book on my wish list:

I don't really have a wishlist anymore because I can afford just about every book I've ever wanted. It's just a matter of remembering to buy it and getting around to reading it. That said, I want to get Persuasion by Jane Austen as annotated by David M. Shapard, and I keep forgetting to order it. I have Pride & Prejudice and Sense & Sensibility annotated by Shaphard, and it helps so much to have context on the opposite page of the one I'm reading for reference. I definitely recommend those versions for anyone who lacks sufficient social context for those books to understand what anyone's talking about.

A favorite book from childhood:

The Hobbit. I reread it every summer after the first read. I have very fond memories of reading it in the shade with a water bottle.

A book I would give to a friend:

I tend to gift nonfiction because fiction tastes vary so widely. what if? and other books by Randall Munroe have been a hit with everyone I've gifted them to.

A book of poetry or lyrics that I own:

I actually don't have a poetry book. I have folklore, fairy tales, short story anthologies, and some really old children's books from numerous cultures across multiple continents, but not poetry. I need to fix that.

A nonfiction book that I own:

About 30% of my books are nonfiction, and I have a lot of books. Epidemics and Society: From the Black Death to the Present by Frank M. Snowden was a book I picked up literally the day before COVID lockdown in 2020, and I recommend it to anyone interested in how people dealt with epidemics through the past few centuries. It helped a lot with my anxiety while isolating because it showed that this has all happened before; COVID wasn't the end times.

What I’m currently reading:

Sword of Destiny by Andrzej Sapkowski. I've read it before and am refreshing because it's useful for TF&TS.

What I’m planning on reading next:

I think I'll do Seasonal Fears by Seanan McGuire next. I enjoyed Middlegame and am looking forward to the sequel.

I'll tag @captainsparklefingers, and anyone else who would like to!

[cssnder]

7 and 22 for the writing ask.

--from @wintherlywords

What books have shaped the way you think about writing the most? Why?

Donna Tartt, Fyodor Dostoevsky and Emily Brontë. Donna for her masterful use of the language, the realism of her dialogues, and the intricacies of her novels; Fyodor for his philosophical themes and his accurate understanding of the human condition; and Emily for her intensity and fearlessness to write about evil and the taboo in such a sensitive manner. Their work, their words, — I think about constantly. It is always in my mind, and if I'm being completely honest, I think they are the trio that influenced me most because they gave me an understanding of what I want my writing to be like and what I want my work to reflect. Their work resonates with me in a way nothing else ever has. This is no small thing. And when I write, it is undeniable that their influence can be found in my own words.

But while these are my most notable influences, it would be a lie to say that no other writer had an impact on me. I believe that every book I've ever read impacted me on some level, some in subtle ways and others in a more significant, essential manner. When I was 10, — after my first attempt at writing a fantasy book I found I wasn't too passionate about, — I discovered Stephen King's work. The supernatural and the horror had, by then, become my bailiwick, and very quickly I found myself diving into his work. When I was eleven, my grandma offered me Carrie and Cujo for my birthday. Carrie has been a notable influence ever since. The theme of fanaticism and religion, the imagery, the structure of the novel with its press articles in between the actual narration — all of this has been incredibly meaningful to me back then, not only creatively speaking but also personally; for just like Carrie, I too was bullied during the majority of my school years. For a very long time, Carrie has been my favourite book, and it still holds a special place in my heart, at least because of the role it played during my childhood.

Poetry plays an important role as well in the way I think about writing. Especially when it comes to rhythm. I don't know if I've ever mentioned it here but everything I write, I say aloud. I “speak-write”, one could say. I pay close attention to the rhythm of each sentence, each paragraph, making sure it all flows well. If I don't like a sentence, I re-work it, repeat it in different ways, change it until I come up with something that satisfies me. I'm constantly reading and re-reading aloud what I wrote. Some would say it is a form of perfectionism, and perhaps it is, but I believe it is simply my way of working. Oh, surely it is nothing new. Plenty of writers have been doing it I suppose and among them — that, I learnt only recently — my beloved Dostoevsky. William Mills Todd wrote in his introduction of The Idiot (the Penguin Classics edition):

“Dostoevsky would work late into the might over his notebooks, jotting down ideas. Then he would dictate passages to [Snitkina], and she would transcribe them and promptly return them neatly copied for editing.”

The man would dictate while pacing around the room like a maniac. Todd also quotes Jacques Catteau from his 1989 study Dostoevsky and the Process of Literary Creation:

“From this time on, the rhythm of the Dostoevskian sentence may be defined as a walking movement, where the breath of the spoken word is marked in the written style.”

Besides Dostoevsky, Donna Tartt herself talks about writers reading their own work as well, although not specifically during the writing process:

“I remember the first time I ever heard a recording of TS Eliot reading The Waste Land, which was a poem I knew very well. I was so enchanted by the stresses that he put on different lines and he made you see the poem in a completely different way. Much more in his way. I think it's wonderful to hear a writer read their own work. I love to read my work.”

I'm only using my biggest influences as examples here — but anyway, I'm digressing.

Of course, many different pieces of literature have impacted me throughout the years and it would be unfair not to mention them, considering that they are still a part of me even to this day: The Picture of Dorian Gray, Edgar A. Poe's work, Frankenstein, The Strange Case of the Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, The Iliad & The Odyssey — the last, were very important to me when I was 14! —, Macbeth... Quite frankly, I have read so many different books and so many of them I cherish! It is regrettable that can't possibly name them all. Even if I could, it would take far too much time and I'm afraid this reply is already very long anyway. I will end it here, I suppose.

How much of your own self/experiences do you believe pours into your projects? If this differs per project, which projects have the most and least of you?

I believe it is pretty much impossible for an author to create any sort of work without pouring at least a little bit of themselves in it.

Thus Saith The Lord is the work I poured the most of myself in so far, but that's probably because it is my main project. From Wilhelm's refusal to believe in morality to Oliver's gastritis passing by the existential ponderings in the novel, these are inspired by my own thoughts — generally found in my diary entries —, experiences or beliefs. And when it isn't inspired by me, it is inspired by people I know or used to know in the past. I think that, by the time my novels will be brought to completion, all of them shall end up with pretty much the same amount of myself in them. It'll just differ in the execution, in what ways I chose to pour my soul. That's what will make the difference.

[rexspersonalhell]

Basic Info:

Name: Dracule Astor

Nickname: Gambit

Age: 24 (PTS) 26 (TS)

Pronouns: He/They

Relationships:

Father: Dracule Mihawk

Mother: Cassie Tarnt

Best Friends: Law, Shachi, Penguin, Bepo, and Ikkaku

Crush/BF: Donquixote 'Corazon' Rosinante

Powers:

Devil Fruit?: Yes

Fruit: Eye-Eye Fruit

Power: The user creates eyes on their body to see the secrets of a person they have direct skin contact with (or have consumed something with their DNA).

Awakened: User is able to fuck with the mind and create illusions relating to secrets and insecurities (that they are aware of from previous use) while maintaining skin contact and/or eye contact while activating the power.

Cons: User experiences constant paranoia, constant shadow creatures invading their mind and vision.

Overuse: The first signs of overuse is blood from their eyes and a raging headache. If they continue to push then the user experiences memory loss of the time and a loosening grip on reality. If it's bad enough then the user can be in a state of dissociation for a minimum of a few hours or up to a few days.

Family History/Relationships:

Mother: Astor's mother is a well known strong Marine Vice Admiral, her nickname being 'Strict Mother of the Marines'.

Growing up with her, he was raised into the navy and around them. He once dreamed of being a marine but when he was supposed to be babysat by Garp when he was 10, he was able to get into and read tons of documents of the many cover ups of the Marines.

[Note: He was able to find all of this due to being in Garp's office and the male being asleep].

After that day he kept up the act that he was still wanting to be a marine but planned for his escape once he turned 18.

Father: Astor's father is the world's greatest swordsman, Dracule Mihawk. He was around a little bit as he was growing up, being a warlord made him prone to visit marine headquarters at least once every few months.

Mihawk wasn't looking to be a father and didn't even like his mother in any romantic way but she forced herself onto him and now they had a child.

Astor never tells anyone his last name or his family ties due to many reasons but he took his father's last name since he was the only one he told about his findings and his confusion.

Mihawk wasn't the best parent and stopped talking to Astor as he got older but he taught him how to do business and survive on the sea (after he was informed of his findings and change in dreams).

Picrews:

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[guytheporn]

Harlothub review

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[penguinkool]

Logan is either absolutely terrible at flirting or extremely good at it. There's no on between. If he actively tries to flirt, he will say something like "you have eyes" or "I like your face" but when he isn't actively trying he will say stuff like "your smile outshines the sun" but he doesn't realise it's flirting because he was just telling the truth and it truly does outshine the sun have you not seen it?

But there's literally no in between

[viktorhargreevesloveclub]

me, broke, singing along to “7 rings,” a song about how she has so much money:

[offbrandhange]

AOT if you were sick | 𝕳𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖘

Headcanons on how some of the AOT boys would help/comfort you when sick! :)

Characters: Armin, Connie, Eren, Erwin, Jean, Levi, Niccolo, Reiner,

Gender: Neutral, no references to readers’ gender ! :)

a/n: I haven’t been feeling well lately so badabam badaboom here we go. Also I am trying a new format because I’m pretty sure when I write the bullet points it looks wonky on mobile?...I dunno man :/

𝕬𝖗𝖒𝖎𝖓 𝕬𝖗𝖑𝖊𝖗𝖙 ~

After telling him you’re sick...

Right off the bat, Armin would ask what your symptoms are. Immediately after telling him he’d rush out to the pharmacy to pick up meds, and probably some comfort food, too.

How does he comfort you?

Armin would comfort you by bringing you things you need like medicine, wet towels, clean clothes, food, etc. Constantly, and I mean constantly asking if you want anything.

He probably would also set up a little sick-station in the living room with a blanket, pillow, cup of water, wet towel, bowl of soup, etc. and put on a TV show you like and just...chill while you watch or nap (if you fall asleep midway through).

Would they take/call off work to take care of you?

Only if you were super sick. He would 1000% be worried about you while at work, though. You’d get “How are you doing” messages every hour, and he’d totally end up annoying the sh*t out of his co-workers for constantly talking about you being ill. Armin would probably also pick up a little snack/gift for you on his way home.

Are they still physically affectionate?

Most likely not. Armin would be scared he’d get sick too, and then you’d have to take care of him. If you begged him for a quick kiss, or you really whined for some cuddles, then maybe he’ll indulge.

𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖓𝖎𝖊 𝕾𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗 ~

After telling him you’re sick...

“Dang bro, that sucks.” And that’s all he says.

How does he comfort you?

I think if you asked him for something, he’d get you it willingly and eagerly, but otherwise he’s clueless; He assumes you’re good if you don’t say anything.

Connie would comfort you by hanging out with you. Most likely, he’d sit you down on the couch and play video games with you, like Mario Kart; or he’d show you him killing a really hard boss. I think he’d also send you funny videos/tiktoks, and I mean like, the really dumb ones, where it’s like...a fart sound effect over an image of a truck. Or a, “Can I touch that badonkadonk fool?”

Would they take/call off work to take care of you?

Yup, especially if you asked. I feel like Connie would take any chance he could to take off work, and you being sick would be his opening. He wouldn’t leave you alone all day, either; You’re stuck with him.

Are they still physically affectionate?

Connie does not care if you’re sick. You’re gonna get the same amount of treatment, maybe more if you whine and snuggle into his chest. He thinks you’re even more cute when you’re sick.

𝕰𝖗𝖊𝖓 𝕵𝖆𝖊𝖌𝖊𝖗 ~

After telling him you’re sick...

Eren would say something like, “Oh. Are you alright?” If you said no, he’d make you a snack or ask if you want anything. Afterwards he would chill with you and probably cuddle or snuggle you. I doubt he would really worry, he’d be real calm about it.

How does he comfort you?

He’d bring you something if you needed it. The only time I could see him getting fussy about it though, is if you interrupted him while he was totally invested in a video game or on a work call.

Most definitely snuggles with you in bed. Probably would do something to tease you too, kissing down your neck and saying “Are you better yet? How about now? Are you better yet?” I can see Eren being totally down for an afternoon nap together anytime you wanted.

Would they take/call off work to take care of you?

He would ask you if you wanted/needed him to. If you said yes he would, even if you weren’t really sick. Likewise, if you said you’re fine, but were far from fine, he’d call BS and stay home too; if you kept saying he didn’t need to, it’s very likely his stubborn a*s would argue with you and take off anyways.

Are they still physically affectionate?

Definitely. Eren would still, probably even more than usual, baby the ever-loving sh*t out of you. There’s no escaping his cuddles, kisses, or more...sexual activities.

𝕰𝖗𝖜𝖎𝖓 𝕾𝖒𝖎𝖙𝖍 ~

After telling him you’re sick...

Erwin, like Armin, would ask what’s wrong right away. Except he would completely annoy you by asking a million f*cking questions about your symptoms. He’d probably google them too and list a ton of possibilities that are so far-fetched. He’d end up scaring HIMSELF and forcing you to go to the doctor.

How does he comfort you?

Up your A**. Every five seconds he would be like, “Need something? You’re sure? You’re sure you’re sure? I know I was here five minutes ago, yeah, but I’m just making sure. So you’re sure?”

Pets your head, ruffles your hair. Goes out to pick up medicine, snacks, maybe even flowers. Probably tries to brush your teeth for you. You know, Erwin things.

Would they take/call off work for you?

Y E S. Yes. This man would call off the whole WEEK. He wouldn’t leave you alone, either. The whole damn day he’d be breathing down your NECK. Even if the only discomfort you felt was a scratchy throat. He’d make you call off work too.

Are they still physically affectionate?

I feel like Erwin is on the verge of being either, “Yes, princess, let me hold you.” or, “Oh no, no, no, we can’t be having that. Oh no, no, no. No passing illnesses, sweetie.” If the second were true, the only way to get him off your back would be by threatening to hug him while snot was dripping down your nose. This grown ass man would probably be screaming like a (very deep-voiced) little girl and running for dear life.

𝕵𝖊𝖆𝖓 𝕶𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖈𝖍𝖙𝖊𝖎𝖓 ~

After telling him you’re sick...

Jean would be so FREAKING sweet, and nobody can tell me otherwise. He’d say something like, “Awe, baby. Are you okay? Want anything?” He genuinely cares; although, immediately afterward he did anything nice or caring for you, he’d text all his dude friends and be like “yo man I’m SUCH a good boyfriend.” and brag his a*s off.

How does he comfort you?

He’d ask every once in a while if you needed anything, and he’d randomly bring you stuff like soup or a fresh cup of water. He’d probably feed you it, too.

Depending on what you wanted, Jean would either leave you alone or smother you to death. If you wanted him to leave you alone he’d check in on you every so often, and if you wanted him to smother you, he’d literally follow you all around the house. I’m talking like, cuddling or napping on the couch/bed, or straight up just following you around like an overly-attached child. His arms would be around your waist, chin on your head, and he’d waddle behind you like a d*mn penguin. And that includes trips to the bathroom. He’d probably sit outside the bathroom and wait for you, though.

Would they take/call off work for you?

If you wanted him to, were really sick, or if you were incredibly pitiful and acting like you were on your deathbed. Otherwise, I think he’d still go to work. He would bring home snacks and flowers afterwards though.

Are they still physically affectionate?

Oh my god, Jean would still be all over you. Like, there wouldn’t be a moment you’d be free from his hold. He’d probably still want to have sex with you, too as long as you were feeling well enough for it...The only exception would be if you got too over-heated or over-whelmed, then he’d very sadly hold back. Like a scolded pup, he’d just sit there...watching you...wishing you were in his arms.

𝕷𝖊𝖛𝖎 𝕬𝖈𝖐𝖊𝖗𝖒𝖆𝖓 ~

After telling him you’re sick...

You would tell him you’re not feeling well, and the first thing this man’d say would be, “What is it? You have the sh*ts? Something not coming out?” He’d get you what you needed immediately after you told him what was really wrong, though; but he’d also, very discreetly slip you a box of anti-diarrheals, too, just in case.

How does he comfort you?

Every once in a while he will ask if you need something. He’s not too over-bearing nor distant. Although, he’s probably constantly slipping you hand-sanitzers, and cleaning your room, or anything you’ve touched. It’s for your, and his sake. Oh, and he’s not handing you anything, either; he’s throwing it at you to catch. Or slipping his hand through the door with a bowl of soup/cup of water, and placing it on the floor/nearest surface. Kind of like when a cat pushes their paw through a crack, then disappears, and you’re like, “oh, would you look at that.”

I don’t think Levi would really want to be too close since he’s kind of a clean-freak, so he’d comfort you through, maybe, sending you low-quality cat memes he found on the web. Or he’d put on one of those full-on, ugly, yellow hazard suits and hold your hand while watching a reality-TV show like The Bachelorette meanwhile mocking them to oblivion. You’re legally required to laugh at the comments he makes about the people on the show; he’s doing it to be funny. He’s just awkward.

Would they take/call off work to take care of you?

If you were pitiful, or not that sick, no. If you were genuinely pretty sick, then he’d call off work. He wouldn’t bug you, he’d just...stand in the corner and watch you. Just...he’d be there. Also still in his hazard suit. With his arms crossed.

Are they still physically affectionate?

No. Absolutely not. Not unless you’re talking about him and the cleaning supplies. I think if you tried to go anywhere near him, he’d get really mad and threaten you with a spray-bottle filled with water.

I think he would be upset, though. Like, I could see him having a calendar and just...sadly, squeakily dragging that marker down to form an X over the day to see how long you were sick, waiting ‘till you were better so he could hug you again.

𝕹𝖎𝖈𝖈𝖔𝖑𝖔 ~

After telling him you’re sick...

In a worried, but also kind of loving-scolding way, he’d say something like, “Geez, how’d this happen?” Immediately after he’d make you some homemade soup with fresh ingredients. Only after he would give you your medicine, because it needs a, “full stomach to work.”

Additionally, if he makes you food, don’t tell him if you can’t taste it. Please, god, don’t. He’ll feel like he did all that work for nothing then get annoyed.

How does he comfort you?

Constantly bringing you food or desserts. When he asks if you need anything, his mind jumps to a food or drink instead of medicine or a wet towel, because that’s just his strong-suit.

I feel like he would hang out with you and let you lay your head on his chest while you watched TV together. I picture him saying something like, “Hey babe, let’s watch Hell’s Kitchen.” Or, alternatively, “Hey babe, let’s watch Kitchen Nightmares.” Don’t watch Kitchen Nightmares with him. Those unclean kitchens will make HIM vomit, too.

Would they take/call off work to take care of you?

Niccolo probably wouldn’t call off, but he would make you a whole bunch of yummy meals for you to eat the next day. He’d probably leave you a cute little note too, like a “Feel better, love you! :-D” with hearts all over it.

Are they still physically affectionate?

Depends on what kind of sickness you had. I think if you lost your taste he’d draw the line, simply because he needs to be able to taste the food he makes. Also, it frustrates the sh*t out of him when he loses his taste. Otherwise, I think he’d be down to cuddle, and very limitedly, kiss.

𝕽𝖊𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖗 𝕭𝖗𝖆𝖚𝖓 ~

After telling him you’re sick...

Gets VERY concerned. Wants to take you to the doctor, even if it’s a light illness, because he wants to make sure it’s nothing bad. He wouldn’t leave you alone after you tell him you’re sick, either. Constantly by your side.

How does he comfort you?

You wouldn’t need to ask for anything, because he already has everything for you. You’re surrounded in snacks, bottles of water, blankets, pillows, wet towels, medicine, literally anything you need, it’s already there. He’ll even offer to carry you to the bathroom, just so you don’t have to move.

Reiner would probably cuddle with you and put on a romance, family, or Disney movie. If it’s extra emotional, it’s gonna make him extra emotional. He will be squeezing you for dear life and just saying stuff like, “Boy, I don’t know what I’d do without you...”

Would they take/call off work to take care of you?

Yes, even if all you had was the sniffles, Reiner would have already called off, and make you call off too. He just thinks that’s what you should do if a loved one is sick. If he left you alone, he’d get worried you’d end up falling or unable to get something you need. He wants to be there for you.

Are they still physically affectionate?

Reiner would, but in a much more sweet way. He’s genuinely really worried for you, and doesn’t like seeing you sick. So be prepared for him to constantly be holding you with your head on his chest, and him peppering kisses all over your face.

[hockeygarterbelts]

omg in the "sid's really going for it" gifset, is he kissing kuni??? haha i love my boys

Looks like it to me! Sid kissing teammates is a rarity

but that just makes the times it does happen all the more special.

[loserholland]

𝐀 𝐬𝐲𝐦𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐲 | 𝐁.𝐁

Pairing ➺ Bucky Barnes x Fem!Stark!Reader ft Morgan Stark (platonic)

Warning ➺ Slight TFATWS spoiler, some angst, pure fluff, Morgan being a comedian 

Word Count ➺ 2.9k

Summary ➺ After the blip and loosing his best friend, you were there to keep Bucky grounded.

A/N ➺ Based off the song “I hear a symphony” by Cody Fry, such an amazing song. I’M ALSO SO SORRY IF I’M A LITTLE RUSTY 

✿ 𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓣𝓪𝓰𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 ✿ - @loveyathreethousand @killerqueen-gunpowdergelatine @spideyyypeter @lou-la-lou​@babebenhardy @rivervixenbaby @acklesholland @zabdisamor @keepingupwiththehollands @sweet666pea @sspider-parker @jackiehollanderr @caro0512 @thewinchesterchronicles @cporter003 @kisses-holland @spideysnugget @cryszus @sunflowerharrystyles @peterunderoos @ohbabycal @laucontrerasv​ @spider-mendes​ @jessybellsworld​ @quaksonhehe​

☞  Masterlist  ☜

Five years.

It had been five years before everyone returned, five years since Thanos snapped his fingers and wiped nearly 50% of the content. Five years of darkness, questioning whether or not those who turned to dust would come back. The thought of those who disappeared never coming back scared everyone, the thought of never seeing your mother, father, daughter, son- your friends and siblings again?

(Y/N) was one of the lucky ones to not turn to dust, but watching those around her slowly disintegrate never failed to bring her to tears every night. She was lucky enough to fight along side everyone, disobeying Tony’s order of staying put and “letting the adults handle it” she instead convinced Rhodey to let her follow, claiming if he let her he’d be her favorite uncle.

That’s where she saw him again, after nearly two years since Berlin. She had of course stuck by her father’s side and when he had gone to Sibera she stood with him. That’s when they had learned the winter soldier had killed her father’s parents. (Y/N) never entirely blamed Bucky, he never did it. It was the Winter Solider, not Bucky.

Tony always said she had her mothers heart and if her mom was still around she’d be proud of her, for always trying to see the best in people whether they’re good or bad.

“Wow, you’ve grown kid.”

𝘐 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨

A voice all too familiar spoke slowly she turned on her heels, his hair was still long it grew merely a few inches. He had also grown out his beard, the last time she had saw him it was more over stumble. She chuckled lightly stepping forward but keeping some distance between them, “Kid? I’m twenty-one James, plus we’ve been over this- I hate it when you guys call me kid!”

Bucky let out a small laughter showing off his pearly white teeth, there was always something about Bucky that made (Y/N)’s stomach fill with butterflies. I mean- who wouldn’t? Bucky was a handsome man.

𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨

“How have you been old-man?”

(Y/N) was the only person who had called Bucky by his first name, of course you had seen his files and even read about him smithsonian exhibit. She just felt she didn’t have the right to call him Bucky due to not knowing him long enough.

“James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes” she read to herself, reading the following description of the man.

That’s when you first saw how handsome this he was. And, when you first met him in Berlin it was amazing to see him up close. Well it’s not so amazing when some dumbass breached the centre and turned him back into the winter solider for a minute causing him to well fight everyone in his path.

After your dad’s ass was handed to him, he surely handed your ass to you he had you in a choke hold against the wall, your feet was a few inches above the ground.

“James, please.”

He’s eyes widened every so slightly tightening his metal hand around your throat, you felt yourself slide down against the wall gasping for air watching as T’Challa and him fought one another.

“I’ve been good, I’ve never felt so- calm an at peace in a while.”

(Y/N) smiled, that was good, it was good to see him happy for once and not afraid he’ll hurt someone again. He was brave and strong, from what she had read in the smithsonian exhibit and what she had seen in the past two years.

“Guys lets go, and kid stop leaving my sight your dad will kill me if anything happens!” (Y/N) groaned and stomped her feet to the ground “Uncle Rhodey! Stop calling me kid!” Bucky only chuckled at her, a sense of warmth filled his body- an uncommon warmth.

𝘕𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘦𝘸

(Y/N) knocked on Bucky’s apartment door, “Why aren’t we at the zoo yet?” Morgan questioned looking up at her older sister in confusion- Pepper was out of town dealing with business so she had to bring Morgan along to her.

When everyone came back, she had grown closer to Bucky. They had both lost someone, she had lost her father and he lost his best friend. Ever since her father’s death, she would dream about him often it started to become a regular thing after she started hanging out with Bucky. Last night’s dream, he had told her that if she got with Barnes he would be okay with it and to also apologize for blasting his arm off. Maybe it was just her subconscious playing tricks on her.

She crouched down slightly to be the same height as her sister, “Babe, remember I told you that my friend James would be coming along?” just then the door opened causing (Y/N) to fall back at the sudden movement. Instead of helping her sister up or asking if she was okay, she laughed and said “You fell on your booty.” oh, she was definitely Tony Starks daughter.

Bucky quickly helped her up apologizing for giving her a small fright, she noticed something different about Bucky he had cut his long hair. Just a few days ago he had it up in a man bun, “You cut your hair?” his brows furrowed, he ran his gloved fingers through his freshly cut hair “Does it look bad?” worry laced his voice.

(Y/N) quickly shook her head, “No! It looks good!” Morgan looked between the two adults standing in front of her before she let out a dramatic sigh, “Can we go now?” with that Bucky locked grabbed his keys and locked the front door as they proceeded towards the elevator.

The Central Park Zoo was in walkable distance, so (Y/N) left he car parked in the garage of Bucky’s apartment. Morgan stared at Bucky gloved hand she tilted her head slightly before asking, “Why are you wearing gloves? Aren’t your hands sweating?” (Y/N) eyes widened looking at the top of Morgan’s head then to Bucky who was laughing.

“Morgan!”

“It’s a serious question.” she shrugged as she kicked her feet awaiting for an answer, “Well because, this arm-” he lifted his left arm “is made out of vibranium.” Morgan looked up at him before saying, “Cool- now swing!” she grabbed his hand causing (Y/N) to look at Bucky. She knew he was a bit touch sensitive, “Mor-” before she could say her sister’s name again Bucky cut her off “It’s okay. I’ll be fine.” he took her small hand into his before pulling his arm back then forward.

𝘐 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶

Bucky watched as you smiled whenever Morgan would let out a small giggle, he felt the same warmth he did back in Wakanda. The same warmth she could only give him. He was grateful to have her in his life, she gave him the benefit of the doubt seeing the good and accepting the bad. He knew that she knew his history but still befriended him anyways saying, “there’s good in everyone even if you can’t see the good in you, I do.”

“How has therapy been going?” They stood behind the four year old who was admiring the penguins. Bucky shrugged lightly fixing his gaze to his shoes, “‘ts been good.” he mumbled. It had been about two weeks since he started therapy with Dr.Christina Raynor, you knew he had trouble opening up and well at most times never opened up at all. 

Morgan came running back to the two, “I wanna see the red pandas.” she grabbed theirs hands and began to drag them towards her current favorite animal at the moment.

She wondered if he still had nightmares, there were times he’d call her just to talk because he couldn’t go back to sleep. The sound of an old sitcom could be heard in the background anytime he’d call.

𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘴, 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦

Bucky watched as (Y/N) carried Morgan in her arms pointing at the red pandas, red pandas? How are they even pandas? Bucky thought to himself, watching as (Y/N) made Morgan giggle loudly she must have said some kind of joke. He watched as she turned her head slightly catching her eye, he began to notice this twinkle whenever she was smiling or talking about something she’s passionate about or enjoyed.

"So, what did you think?” the credits of Harry Potter and the philosopher's stone began to roll in.  As far as Bucky knew, the only wizard he had read about before was Gandalf in the hobbit. Who would’ve thought about writing a book about a 11 year old wizard?

“It was surprisingly good.” He watched as her eyes lit up the corners of her lips tugging upwards.  He loved to see her smile, to see the twinkle in her eye just before she spoke on about how much she loved something.

“I knew you would like it! Gosh it’s amazing- I could go on about the wizarding world but I’m sure you would rather not-”

“I have the time.”

(Y/N) had concluded Bucky would belong in Hufflepuff and basically forced him to take the pottermore test in which she was correct, he was in fact a hufflepuff. She had gone on why he’s in hufflepuff- though he didn’t really care about the reasons he just wanted to hear her talk.

“You have a lovely family.”

The comment caused Bucky to turn his head slightly pulling him from the recent memory, an elderly woman who seemed to be in her late sixties gave him a warm smile. “Uh- she’s actually my-” what is she to me?  Before Bucky could answer (Y/N) had walked over with Morgan still in her arms.

“Hey, ready to go?”

Before Bucky could answer the lady spoke again, “I was just telling your husband you have a lovely family.” (Y/N) eyes widened her mouth slightly agape before responding, “We’re actual friends and, she’s my younger sister.” friends.

“Oh, my apologies. Have a great rest of your day.”

(Y/N) gave the lady a warm smile watching as she walked away, “Well, I think you’ve seen enough animals don’t you think?” Morgan tapped her index finger against her chin pinching her brows together, sometimes she was just a mini version of your dad or sometimes Pepper- but mostly Tony.

“Yeah- I’m hungry.” 

Making their way towards the exit the gift shop had caught Morgan’s eye, specifically a red panda plush she shrieked loudly causing (Y/N) to jump with caution thinking something was wrong with her little sister, while Bucky stood there with his eyes widened.

“I need it!”

(Y/N)’s brows furrowed, “Morgan- you know mom is gonna be mad at me if I get you yet another red panda plush. Remember, you have like a billion of them.” Morgan pouted slightly crossed her arms across her chest and stomped away.

“Dad would’ve gotten it for me!” (Y/N) frowned at the comment, of course he would’ve- he loved seeing the smile on your face anytime he got you something whether you were five or nineteen. 

𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘦

“I’ll meet you guys outside- I’m gonna use the restroom.” Bucky spoke, watching as she ran after her little sister. Well- he didn’t actually need to use the restroom- he had gotten the plush Morgan was head over heels for. He waited a couple minutes before finally exiting the zoo spotting (Y/N) holding Morgan in her lap as they sat on a bench not too far from the exit.

He held the plush behind his back, as he drew closer he could hear Morgan sob quietly. He sat down next to (Y/N) leaning his head slightly onto her shoulder, “Hey Morgan.” the five year old pulled back slightly wiping the back of her sleeve across her nose lips still in a pout.

Slowly he pulled the plush that was hidden behind his back into view, watching as Morgan’s eyes widened an a huge smile paint her lips quickly she snatched it from his hand and hugged it turning her body from side to side.

Morgan hopped out of her sister’s lap and onto Bucky’s wrapping her arms around his neck, “Thank you, thank you!” she chanted catching Bucky off guard as he slowly wrapped his arms around her.

“Anytime kid.” 

They walked back to Bucky’s apartment in comfortable silence, Morgan squealing every here and there every time she hugged her new plush. Once they had reached his apartment, Bucky offered for the two to stay for pizza which Morgan quickly agreed to. 

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭, 𝘣𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘳

(Y/N) and Bucky situated themselves in the kitchen cross from each other- (Y/N) sat on a stool while Bucky stood. Meanwhile Morgan was in the living room distracted with her new plush, “Thank you for getting her the plush- I- I just didn’t know how to react when she said-” Bucky placed his hand over hers squeezing it reassuringly, she squeezed back giving him a warm smile. They stayed like this for a few minutes before (Y/N) cleared her throat causing Bucky to pull his hand away. 

“You never answered my question earlier, about therapy.” She watched as he tensed at the word therapy, truth be told. He was struggling, he was still having nightmares and he was having trouble opening up to his therapist. He gets annoyed whenever she pulls out her notebook and starts to scribble stuff down.

“I made amends with um- Senator Atwood. No one got hurt.” (Y/N) nodded, “That’s good! Any progress with Dr.Raynor?” Bucky sighed lightly, running his fingers through his hair, “Kind of? I mean every time I tell her I haven’t had a nightmare she gets all aggressive and writes in her notebook.” 

𝘖𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘸𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦

She frowned slightly, taking his hands into hers “James, you sometimes talk to me about your nightmares right?” he nodded slightly ushering her to continue, “You have to slowly open up- it’s gonna help James. And If you want, I’ll go with you. I’ll wait in the waiting room- whatever it takes to get you to talk.”

She cared so much about him, it made her chest feel heavy. She would do anything for him.

𝘐 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨

He had spent nearly seventy years as someone else, he was afraid that after he erased his past it would still catch up to him someday. That he would still become the winter solider even after all this therapy and time away.

𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨

But you were there to reassure him that would never happen, that he was a good person and no longer the person he use to be. She was there to reassure him that he was James Buchanan Barnes and not the winter solider.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘥𝘺

You were the light in his darkness, you were there to guide him and to stay by his side. He thought you’d run away after what he had done to your grandparents but you’re there to remind him that he had no choice that HYDRA had control over him but you knew deep down he tried to fight it.

Bucky tugged his hands back quickly pulling away from the counter and walked around to engulf (Y/N) into a hug, he was afraid that if he were to allow himself to love someone they’d only end up hurt. He didn’t want to loose her, he didn’t want to scare you away.

“Please don’t leave.”

(Y/N) quickly shook her head, “Why would I leave? I would never leave you Bucky.” he pulled away slightly, did he hear that right? “Did you just call me Bucky?” her eyes widened, “Oh I’m so-” he cupped her cheeks closing the gap between the two placing capturing her lips. Something he had been waiting to do.

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘐 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘢 𝘴𝘺𝘮𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘺

It was exactly like how people described sharing a kiss with someone they’ve longed to be with, fireworks and butterflies the way your skin heats up and your cheeks turn into a tomato red.

(Y/N) wrapped her hand around his wrist pulling back slightly for air a smile tugging at the corner of her lips, “Hello? Did you guys not here the door? Someone pay the guy!” Morgan carried the huge box of pizza and placed it onto her sisters lap before turning away to the living room. She quickly fetched her wallet wanting to beat Bucky from paying- but he knocked her wallet out of her hands and quickly rushed to the door.

She had given her sister a slice of pizza and ushered her to go back to the living room, “You make it seem as if I never saw people kiss before.” Morgan stuck her tongue out at her sister before returning to the living room.

“So-” Bucky began leaning against the doorway of the kitchen (Y/N) running up to him to wrap her arms around his neck the impact causing the two to fall to the ground with a loud thud. “You know- know a days people usually go on dates before the first kiss.” (Y/N) joked causing Bucky to smile, “Well in that case. (Y/N) would you like to go out tomorrow?” she quickly pecked his lips.

“I’d love to Bucky.”

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘐 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘈 𝘴𝘺𝘮𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘺

[bookish-bee]

End of the year reading survey

How many books did you read? Did you meet your goal? I read 69 books, and my goal was 45. So yeah, I met my goal. Honestly I’m surprised I reached 60 because I had so little time this year.

Most read genre? Fiction, I guess? I don’t know, I was all over the place this year. They’re novels and poems and plays and memoirs. Letters, journals, historical fiction, mystery, epic poems and short stories. I’m going through the list right now and they’re are plenty of essays, analysis and nonfiction, too. I’ve really got to pick my territory…

Longest and shortest books you read. Shortest: maybe Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead, Tom Stoppard. Maybe Kafka’s Metamorphosis. Maybe the Old man and the sea. Maybe the Importance of Being Earnest, or Twelve Angry Men. I’m not sure if plays count. Longest: Dostoevsky’s Crime and Punishment with Ovid’s Metamorphoses a close second (although the latter is a reread).

Favorite book published in 2021? I don’t think I read a single one. I mean, Hamnet is 2020. That’s not far off

Favorite debut book in 2021? I Never Promised You a Rose Garden was a debut, I think, but not 2021. And In the Woods. I liked I Never Promised You a Rose Garden better. If you want your heart torn out.

Favorite book not published this year? Haha… how are we defining “book”?

Favorite novel: If Beale Street Could Talk by James Baldwin

Favorite play: Ros and Guil

Favorite Poem: Dante’s Inferno (Kaddish is a close second). And lots of Rilke and TS Eliot and Sappho.

Favorite short story: The Metamorphosis

Favorite mythology(?): Ovid or Virgil (both rereads)

Memoir: Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit or I Never Promised You a Rose Garden

Letters: Rilke’s Letters to a Young Poet

Analysis: Art: Ways of Seeing by John Berger. Writing: On Poetry and Poets by T.S Eliot. Specific: The Figure of Beatrice by Charles Williams (oh the lengths I went to find that one…)

Historical Fiction: Lincoln in the Bardo

Mystery: My annual reread of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.

Magical Realism: The House of Spirits by Isabel Allende.

Fantasy: The Lord of the Rings (reread).

A book that lived up to the hype. Um. Rilke’s Letters to a Young Poet. You see quotes across half the internet… and it’s just a beautiful read.

A book that did NOT live up to the hype. I don’t think Hamnet did. It was good but not brilliant. I’d still recommend it.

Book that felt like the biggest accomplishment. Fucking Crime and Punishment took me MONTHS to read. I read other things at the time. I mean, I loved it, but it took a lot of time.

Favorite character. Fictionalized Virgil from the greatest (and only) self-insert/celebrity-Christian-Bible-fanfiction-that-become-canon you’ll ever read: Inferno.

Least favorite character. Charles Kinbote from Pale Fire (I loved him and thought he was an absolute douche) or Svidrigailov from C&P (just an unbelievably awful guy).

Most shocking book/moment. The Catcher in the Rye when JD Salinger ended it without an ending. Jane Eyre when… the plot twist. It gets me every time. And Great House when you realize who “your Honor” is and what happens with Dov. Fucking a.

Favorite couple/OTP. Razumikhin & Dunya 4ever

The best written book you read this year. If I say Ernest Hemingway A Farewell to Arms will someone kill me. Just kidding. Maybe The House of Spirits by Isabel Allende or one of the Metamorphosis(es).

Book that you pushed the most people to read in 2021. Dante’s Inferno and Letters to a Young Poet. One friend in particular.

Favorite book cover of the year. Okay, I got the Hemingway library edition of A Farewell to Arms and it’s gorgeous. And the Vintage cover of Pale Fire is stunning. And the Penguin version of Metamorphoses (Ovid). And I just love the Pocket Poets series by City Lights, so add Howl and Kaddish to the list. And the Vintage International version of The Plague.

Favorite translation (I added this prompt): Inferno: Dorothy. Sayers. I swear by her translation. If your reading it in English only read this one.

Crime and Punishment: Oxford edition by Nicolas Pasternak Slater. I hear there are other decent translations but I thought this one was very good.

Favorite book adaptation. 

I have developed a list over the years:

Ordinary People

Hamlet (David Tennant)

Atonement

The Life of Pi

Shakespeare in Love

12 Angry Men

Brokeback mountain

The only one I both watched and read for the first time this year is Brokeback Mountain. The short story killed me.

What book made you cry the most? Kaddish by Allen Ginsberg (poem) makes me cry every time. Brokeback Mountain made me cry. And a really good production of King Lear (not a book. who cares). It was the first live theatre I’d seen all year (that I wasn’t involved in). I think I also cried after the Count of Monte Cristo because it was finally over. I liked it but it was a lot. It was actually the second book my grandfather ever read, the first being The Three Musketeers. Bastard out of Carolina and Ordinary People and I Never Promised You a Rose Garden all made me cry the first time around, but not this year.

What book made you laugh the most? Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead killed me. I loved it. It might have also made me cry I don’t remember. Oh! There’s a good filmed adaptation as well! It’s directed by Tom Stoppard. I’d recommend that too

A new favorite author you discovered this year. Rilke. Rilke. Rilke. Also Kafka. And Borges. And Virgil. And James Baldwin (well, I first read him a couple years ago). And Dorothy Sayers for sure. I read a lot of Camus and Hemingway but I wouldn’t say they’re favorites (yet). I read more Dorothy Allison but I think I discovered her last year. And I wouldn’t say she’s a favorite but Patricia Cornwell is really fun if you’re every looking for a forensic/mystery/thriller.

Favorite book you re-read this year. Oh no. Good question. Okay: Ordinary People by Judith Guest.

What is the best non-fiction book you read this year? Eichmann in Jerusalem by Hannah Arendt. Runner up is The New Jim Crow (did I read that this year?) or Behave: The Biology of Humans at Our Best and Worst.

Thank you @figuringthengsout for tagging me <3 I picked up some good recommendations from your survey

If you got through my whole mess of a survey consider yourself tagged. And my lovely mutuals, especially @youareapipedream <3

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a list of ✨things that make me happy and make me feel like myself✨, bc i keep seemingly forgetting the joy i find in things and taking myself way Too Seriously:

the color yellow

iced salted caramel lattes w oat milk and lavender

anything bee, honey, or honeycomb related

purple flowers

tassels

the entirety of Ben Howard’s Every Kingdom album

the beginning notes of Blindsided by Bon Iver

Chloe perfume, the original kind

the Tiny Chef

My comfort shows: new girl, schitts creek, law and order

Madewell, and everything they sell

my Warby Parker glasses bc they fit my face perfectly & none else do

When you finish a hot yoga class & then the teacher puts a iced lavender towel on your forehead

the feeling when you go to a dance class, learn a routine, and nail it by the time the small groups perform

curly bangs

my Vans collection

Bergamot & Amber candles

Frank Ocean

layered gold jewelry

August by TS

the feeling i get when i read Toni Morrison novels

my order from CAVA w/ a glass of pinot noir

the build up to ‘well be alright’ in Fine Line, the song

coral blush

My old NY apartment

Chapel Hill, NC

my best friends cat, Kittles

buying my mom things she deserves, especially $ skincare she won’t buy herself

sunshine & sun-related quotes/art/prints

rooftops

spending all day in the ocean

choreographing a contemporary dance piece & teaching it

small gold earrings paired with small silver earrings

peace signs

hats worn backwards

the MFM podcast

the feeling when sitting on the floor petting a dog

the proud feeling when finishing a well written document

burnt orange nail polish

Louis Tomlinsons’ expressiveness when he talks and walks

The feeling when i read my daily devotional and it matches what i’m going through that day

Yoga with Adrienne

Wearing multiple rings at all times, esp the ring i made for my best friends wedding

Fenty face mist

Hillsong’s The Stand

Sitting on my best friends couch while she watches Gilmore Girls for the 83th time, even though i’ve never watched it on my own

sending memes to my friend while she’s at work

Publix, the superior grocery store

Baby otters holding hands

Snoopy

Rihanna/ Zendaya, doing anything ever

mango Bubbly water

the bookstore, in NC, from that one trip

the feeling after 3, but not yet 4, mimosas

soft amber lighting

pinterest boards of those houses with all those prints that i’m too overwhelmed to hang in my own living room

my leather, card holding phone case

my Columbia Uni Alum zip up that is the perfect level of worn in

They’re Real mascara

PJ, my penguin pillow pet

the anthropologie in Chelsea

RVA Instagram accounts

the song Hometown Glory

Lianna La Havas, Corinne Bailey Rae, & NAO’s music

Degas’ Little Dancer statue

the feeling of looking at art at the VMFA

Driving over the GW Bridge

Sitting on the rocks at Belle Isle

when girls play guitar

my broken in brown leather jacket

the Richmond Ballet hoodie that i’ve had since high school

the handful of people i’ve followed on youtube since 2010

forehead kisses

when people dye the ends of their hair purple

breakfast sandwiches with hot sauce

seafod pasta

taking 40 minute walks and feeling renewed after

the look of a headband + turtleneck + a blazer

when you make plans and they just work out without any snags

the feeling at the height of a good fic when you want to stop reading it so it won’t end

underling important notes that were written in black ink with a purple pen

having a cookout at a swimming pool

the phrase ‘creme de la creme’

driving fast to any Prince song

routines on a Sunday afternoon

dancing, poorly, to Gas Pedal with my friends in a crowded bar

The Dollop podcast

Mexican food

James Blake’s Into the Red

Dear Evan Hansen

striped or color-blocked sweaters

The movie How To Be Single, for some reason

Pizza with pepperoni, arugula, and chili oil from the place down the street

Movies on projection screens

Stringed lights with the bigger bulbs

exclamation points! and, commas

Baby, used in any fic ever

a shirt tucked into a skirt paired with ankle boots

Pesto

the Lazy Sunday Morning perfume

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Guess what I did last week? I bought socks with HEDGEHOGS ROASTING MARSHMALLOWS on them AND socks of PENGUINS SKIING. HOW AMAZING IS THAT!!!     

Anyway, well that's the last time I tell anyone anything about animal anons plans, otherwise they will be spoiled and ruined by my friends! Oh well, it's all in good fun (and also forced me to keep my commitment of posting tonight despite being depressed that Jurgen got sent home...#gbbospoilers)!

Well as many people have predicted correctly, I passed the Bar! Hallelujah! I was sworn in as an attorney this week so I am officially an esq! I also am scheduled to received my dolly booster shot next week and earlier this month I started a new (not 80 hours a week) job! So I have had a fabulous month and have many things to be thankful for including my epic sock purchase! Which is perfect timing for the holiday ahead! So I wanna know what you are thankful for this year? I know it's been a tough year for so many so it can be as small or as large as you can think!

I'm so excited to learn more about everyone's year and what you're thankful for! Remember to tag animal anon (if you so desire) because I love scrolling through all your amazing responses! And since it was requested of course I LOVE atwtmvtv and the short film! My favorite vault song is IBYTAM because I love LOVE LOVE CS (please everyone go watch his performance with Jhud from the CMAs, it is mind-blowing)!

And remember, animal anon thinks you are all beautiful talented gorgeous people who are all killing it at life! ❤

Hello Animal Anon! It is truly an honor to have a message from you! ♥️

Congratulations on passing the bar!!! I’m so proud of you! I can’t believe you’re an attorney now. Like it’s just so cool (and talk about a grown up job). It sounds like things are going really well for you and you deserve that!

This year I’m thankful for my new job, which I really love. I’m thankful for my wife and her new job too because she’s really thriving and happy and that’s the most important thing to me. I’m thankful for this little guy and the joy he’s brought us this year:

I’m also super thankful for the TS community. The past year I’ve connected with so many wonderful people and have been encouraged to start creating content and I just really love it and I feel like I’ve found my little corner of happiness here on tumblr.

Take care, keep being amazing and come back to visit any time! 💖💖