#tag gamea

[kindred-spirit-93]

*pouring tea into ur cup* sugar?

that was my brothers first word lmao! mine was tukan (shukran) which means thank you in arabic. i was a very polite baby XD

i set the record for getting a full mark in edexcel a level arabic, and between me and the valedictorian is 0.1 lol

self explanatory lmao

i had so many exams and didnt have time to take the rest of my required hours to go do my practical, so the easiest thing was to simply not go, ✨️fail✨️, and then reschedule later. parallel parking is going to snap my spine lol

dassit :D

no pressure tags: @notsolonedesert @maruyaaya @astronymous @please-be-nice-im-sensitive @sunshines-child @xixovart @biggestqiblifan @spookie-puppy and open ofc :P

starting a game because I'm bored >.<

say 4 things about yourself, 3 of them being true and one being the lie, then hide the answer under cut. I'll start for a visual example

-> @iceangelsimon @milligramspoison @basment-bunni @svitomustdie or anyone, really-

answer:

the lie is in the 3rd item, i was never able to go to an art school, so I'm self taught basically. But i still wanna go to an art school just to experience how it is, it must be kinda cool

[daisychainsandbowties]

no but actually speaking of lilith being just absolutely unaware of her gaming skills, i’m obsessed with the idea of Cam sitting Lilith down at her computer with idk bloodborne or smth

Lilith: 😐 so you just want to watch?

Cam: *trying not to have a whole entire brain haemorrhage over that phrasing*

Cam: 😳 yep, pretty much

[sluttyhenley]

Tagged by @malewifebillcage

rules: share your top 10 favorite comfort flicks.

Pride and prejudice (2005)

The mummy (1999)

Pacific rim

Edge of tomorrow

Rogue nation

Star Trek beyond

Star Trek IV

Practical magic

My big fat Greek wedding

the lion king

Tagging: @reachingforaspark and @shoesplease if you want to!

[drunk-clownfish]

im reading catching fire rn and man. its so bingeable. im halfway through the book and i have so many feelings ab it. honestly i kinda wanna throw stones at gale like i cant believe this guys got so upset at his oldest and best friend, katniss, bc what. she "fell" in love w peeta, but it was a ploy to help them survive in the games. like??? besti??? are u seriously just gonna piss all over that friendship through years bc of that instead of being glad that ur friend returned home from a sure death sentence?? insane wow. hate him, would throw stones at him. also i just read the scene w her finding out ab being sent into the arena again and honestly its a chefs kiss and the way miss collins shows her reactions and behaviour to all of these horribly traumatic events is amazing. im a little annoyed by both peeta and gale w both of them being big babies ab katniss not really processing her feelings like im sorry she s too worried ab keeping them alive than concentrating on which one is to be her boo. also the whole capitol description thing is so fuckin funny w their wild ass fashion and kinda nuts that theyre gking insane over two teens getting married like oke besties. they rlly do be treating them like a telenovela lmao. also i love cinna

[thoughtfullyrainynightmare]

Thank you for the tag Lola and @lyranova!

My first dream job was a veterinarian

And I think I'm late to the tagging game, so anyone who wants to can join!

if we lived in a world where u had to do the career u were first interested in as a child what would u be doing, id be a firefighter

[sal-salad]

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it has gotten better before

and it will again ☆

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╰─ ♡ about me

୨୧┇name: Sal

୨୧┇pronouns: he/they

୨୧┇age: 16

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╰─ ♡ my favorite...

୨୧┇color: light blue, sky blue, miku blue, gray blue

୨୧┇animal: cat of the orange variety

୨୧┇songs: adventure time soundtrack, any miku song

୨୧┇anime: FMA(B), I've been killing slimes for 500 years and maxed out my level

୨୧┇games: minecraft, silly cat mobile gamea

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╰─ ♡ interests & more!

୨୧┇likes: friends, cottagecore, comfortcore, SFW agerecore

୨୧┇dislikes: gunshots/guns, loud noises

୨୧┇birthday: 4/21

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self care blog

anti discourse ☆

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[ohmygodshesinsane]

Snippet Tag Game

A bit late, but I was tagged by @thecasualauthor18 !

Here is a snippet from cc52, which should be coming out this afternoon!

In his gazing, his eyes landed on Lily Evans. James swallowed. She stood between Marlene and Mary Macdonald, holding a butterbeer, chewing her lip. She was dressed muggle – blue jeans flared around her boots, and she shifted and crossed her arms over a white jumper striped with red. In the changing candlelight her long hair shone, and her face radiated warmth.

[a-victorian-girl]

Thank you for taggin' me, sweetie!

Fashion | Pantone | Mood | Food

O-M-G Pinterest knows me SO WELL!! 😱 (mood pic lmao)

NPT: @topsyturvy-turtely @safedistancefrombeingsmart @friday411 @lisbeth-kk @snonkerdoodlefizzy221b

how does pinterest see you? search up:

~fashion

~pantone

~mood

~food

and put the first picture that shows up

mine:

tag ur moots!!!!

@batschistcrazy @julia-bonkers @girlbossblog444 @greengirllover @turnerside @ohmanareyoucereal69 +anyone who wants to join<333

[mjfass]

Let’s play a game:

Reblog and write in the tags the thirstiest wrestling related thing you have ever said or done and about what wrestler.

[everarri]

48 hours out of this hell site that i love @vrstappens thank you for the updates on the jokes and clownery 💖

[chriscalledmesweetie]

The Brilliant New Newlywed Game

A Sherlock/Good Omens/Cabin Pressure crossover in which three newlywed couples - Sherlock/John, Aziraphale/Crowley, and Carolyn/Herc - compete on a game show hosted by everyone’s favorite lovable buffoon, Arthur.

Chapter 4: And the Winners Are...

Obviously...

The Brilliant New Newlywed Game is now complete. 

Tags under the cut.

Please let me know if you’d like me to tag or untag you.

@alexxphoenix42 @daisyfairy1 @elwinglyre @fellshish @jobooksncoffee @enterthetadpole@bluebellofbakerstreet @imnova @shelleysprometheus @peanitbear @chained-to-the-mirror@kittenmadnessandtea @sgam76 @totallysilvergirl @ithinkthereforiamfandom @iamjustreading@helloliriels @barbsiebabe @iamjohnlocked4life @sarahthecoat @221bsweetheart @221b-hound @221b-ficrec-ed @bakingsherlycakes @crookshanks-caught-the-niffler @lijahlover @inevitably-johnlocked @chinike @lavenderandvanilla @reveling-in-mayhem @missdeliadili@morgendaemmerung89 @missmuffin221 @myladylyssa @podfixx @hushwatson@iwantthatbelstaffanditsoccupant @almosttomorocco @whodwantmeasaflatmate@nottoolateforthegame @sherlockedcarmilla @hpswl-cumbercookie @shiplocks-of-love@sherlockwatson-holmesblog @gypsyjynx @weneedtotalkaboutfic @cortinita @mjn-air@unionjackpillow @khorazir

[nexttrickanvils]

Again if anyone isn't sure about who my OCs are:

Just check out the tags: #Gamea Academy and #Persona OCs. The first set are the characters from my webcomic and the second are obviously OCs made for the Persona series.

[phanemotrash]

Fanfiction

I just made a new part to a fanfic I’ve been writing on wattpad and I’m really proud of it! Please go read the fic by clicking here, new part by clicking here

[minhosimthings]

Lol I searched my real name and Princess Moana came up, but I got a few finds out of them Thank you for the tag Carly 😚

This is the funniest thing considering my entire blog is siren coded AND I'm a Ravenclaw too!

No pressure tags!: @junniverse @lovestay-channie @sumaneun-stars @jjongslutz @1-800-shedevil @chanswifey

on pinterest, search your name + core. post six pictures. tag six people.

thank you for the tags @mandoisapunk and @shirks-all-responsibilities, I love these! 💖

(No pressure tags: @tarabyte3, @citrus-moonlight, @wyn-n-tonic , @obiknights, @penvisions, @janaispunk! 💕)

[mlmdarkfiction]

The good good @yanderedad tagged me in this game.

Rules:

Using gifs without using titles post your five fav video gamea in any order and tag as many people as you like.

Tagging: @rook-williams @yanderemommabean @countesssandman

[eirian-houpe]

Disparate Pathways - Chapter 38

Fandom: Once Upon a Time (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Relationships: Belle/Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold, Belle & Jefferson, Mr Gold & Jefferson

Characters: Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold, Belle (Once Upon a Time), Maurice | Moe French, Gaston (Once Upon a Time), Spinster(s) (Once Upon a Time: Think Lovely Thoughts), Mad Hatter | Jefferson, Blue Fairy | Mother Superior, Black Fairy (Once Upon a Time), Baelfire | Neal Cassidy, Emma Swan, Prince Charming | David Nolan, Colette (Once Upon a Time), Red Riding Hood | Ruby, Widow Lucas | Granny, Dove (Once Upon a Time), Captain Hook | Killian Jones, Wicked Witch of the West | Zelena, the Dragon

Additional Tags: Abusive Parents, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Violence, Gun Violence, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Implied/Referenced Torture, Dubious Consent, Eventual Smut, UST, First Time, Drama & Romance, Kidnapping, Extortion

Summary: Gold has a past, a past that he has rejected, but it seems one that will not let him go.  Belle, daughter of Governor Maurice French has been kidnapped, along with her mother, and just as the authorities raid the organization that is holding her hostage, decides to make her own bid for freedom, unknowingly derailing an undercover sting, and Agent Milnor has not choice but to take her into 'protective custody,' but is he all that he seems?  As the threads of the story grow more tangled and the threat to Belle, and to Gold, her appointed protector, grow ever more real, a growing, mutual attraction makes everything far more desperate and far too personal for Gold to ignore what he knows to be the truth.

Read previous chapters on AO3

Chapter 38 - The Game

A/N  So... this chapter was an insert to the outline - but one that made sense and helped me to solve a problem Jefferson had. It was inspired by going to a UNC football game with @peacehopeandrats, and that there was a guy a couple of rows down from where we were sitting that seriously reminded both of us of Jefferson. He was there with a guy - obviously a friend - and they were deep in some kind of earnest conversation. This chapter is the result

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There was a brisk wind that made Jefferson pull his jacket more tightly around himself and dig his hands just that little bit deeper into his pockets. He wasn’t really a football fan, not since his days in college when he’d actually played, so as sports went, he could take it or leave it, and fuck anyone that thought it made him any less of a man. If it had been anyone else that had given him the ticket, he would have ignored it, gotten on with his life, but given what little had been discussed on the night in question, and the fact that he was certain that it was more than just a ploy to get him to go to a game, here he was, standing in line waiting to have his ticket scanned, and to pass into the stadium.

He was already late - a deliberate act on his part - they were about half way into the first quarter, and still neither team had scored. Not that it made a difference, or that he cared, just… making an observation, but he smiled as the attendant took his ticket, scanned it, and passed him on through. Next challenge then was to find his seat.

His ticket said section 228, row G seat 2 - not quite the nosebleed section - in fact not a bad seat at all, he realized as he took the stairs to the second level and up into the rows of seats. As he went, he kept his eyes scanning the faces and forms of the fans that were still milling back and forth from their seats to one of the many concession stands for popcorn, nachos, beer… the usual football fare. He didn’t see anything out of the ordinary. Not that he expected a threat, not of any kind, due to the source of the ticket. He’d just never known his lover to have been so circumspect about anything before. It worried him.

He found his seat without too much trouble, and there were three or four empty seats next to his on the left hand side. The seat right on the aisle was occupied though, so he politely excused himself to get past the occupant of it, and the guy stepped out onto the concrete stair that ran along side the rows of seats, before slipping back into his place as Jefferson took his. They weren’t sitting for long.

A little after Jefferson turned his attention - ostensibly at least - to the game, the action moved to almost level with his vantage point, the home team starting their drive, a long way yet from the end zone. The ball was snapped, but the defensive linemen left the QB hanging in the breeze, and moments later he was down. The ball had no place to go.

“Jesus!” The man beside him had been bitching at the team for the last couple of plays for exactly that reason. “See what happens when you don’t have your guy’s back!”

Jefferson couldn’t help but agree with the man, and actually felt a little bit like the quarterback down on the field - left holding the ball with no place to go, and some ugly fucker running at him trying to take him down. The thought made him laugh.

“Something funny?” the guy beside him snapped, and he turned apologetically. Last thing he wanted was trouble with some random stranger.

“Oh, hey man, no,” he said hurriedly. “Not funny at all. Just… mildly ironic. Don’t know what they were thinking - wanna keep their head in the game.”

“No shit,” the man replied, apparently mollified, then as if their shared outrage had somehow bonded the two of them together, he added, “Nick Henly,” and offered Jefferson his hand.

“Jared Weston,” Jefferson said, and took the offered handshake, and for a while the two of them exploited that tentative bond, wailing on the ineptitude of the players each and every time they perceived the team did something wrong. Jefferson found it strangely cathartic, and by the time they hit the half, the two of them were talking like old friends, and Jefferson felt almost normal for the first time in… well, too long.

“You know,” his new friend, Nick, said as they stood sipping the beer that Jefferson had gotten for them, while they ignored the half time entertainment on the field, and the game replays on the multiple big boards around the stadium. “It’s funny your should mention irony.”

Jefferson frowned. He hadn’t, not since way back at the beginning of their newly found friendship. The frown only deepened as Nick went on.

“A friend of mine was talking about a friend of his, who was having a spot of trouble with some guy from his past. Someone that could cause him serious grief.”

Nick raised an eyebrow at the frown, evidently seeing in it something more, because in truth all the joviality of moments before had fled in the face of Jefferson being served the truth of his current situation by a stranger.

“…the fuck!” he exclaimed.

Holding his beer cup in his right hand, Nick began to reach for the inside of his jacket. Faster than a river in flood, but seriously not wanting to draw too much attention to the two of them - it would be too easy for one of the other fans to bring an usher, or security - Jefferson slipped an arm around Nick’s shoulders, feigning drunkenness to the casual observer, but slipped the hold from the other man’s shoulder, to around his neck in a half choke, half strangle hold, that halted the man in his tracks.

“Easy, Jefferson,” Nick hissed, and added, “He said that you were fast but—”

“He?” Jefferson demanded, feeling no less threatened now that his real name had been used.

“Our mutual benefactor,” Nick answered. “Let me reach for my ID and you’ll get it.”

“Do I look like I was born yesterday?” Jefferson murmured harshly in his ear, his murderous expression hidden from all around them by the fact that Jefferson practically had his face against the side of Nick’s head.

“All right,” Nick said, “you get it then. Lower inside pocket, behind the zipper, and seriously, I think you have about twenty seconds before I start thinking about passing out. If you want to draw attention to us, this is a great way to do it.”

Jefferson dropped his mostly empty beer cup to the concrete beside him, and slipped his hand inside Nick’s jacket, and soon found the warmed metal of the zipper. He tugged it open, slipped his hand behind it, to encounter a warmed metal shape on leather. Familiar. Comforting - but it also made him angry.

“You dick!” he accused, but released his hold on Nick, who breathed in deeply in relief. “You should have just said.”

“And you would have believed me, I suppose,” Nick scoffed softly, but without heat.

“Why didn’t he say anything?”

“Because this,” Nick said, taking a sip of his beer then gesturing between the two of them, “is not… exactly Kosher.”

“You’re being watched?”

Nick shook his head, “Not yet, but we want to keep it that way, and somehow I don’t think Uncle Sam would approve of the misappropriation of personnel and resources that he’s manipulating on your behalf.”

“He shouldn’t do that,” Jefferson ran his fingers through his hair in exasperation. “I told him not to do—”

“He absolutely should.” Nick interrupted. “He did the right thing, Jefferson. Parts of your evidence file crossed my desk a couple weeks ago after an insecure hack pulled down your most recent arrest record, and from what I saw, there have been some serious and potentially catastrophic failures in duty of care, responsibility for chain of evidence… these people you’ve been working to take down could well pose the biggest threat to the security of the United States that we’ve seen in decades, and should have been flagged as such years ago.”

“They never listen to me,” Jefferson said, but Nick shook his head.

“Oh, they listen, Jefferson. They listen and they bury it. Enough of it to make it all seem trivial, in any case.”

Jefferson hung his head and sighed. “So what the fuck do I do?”

Nick shrugged. “Keep doing what you’re doing. Sooner or later you’ll turn in something they can’t ignore. You’ll force their hand.”

“And what,” Jefferson hissed, “Kidnapping the daughter of a state governor and murdering his wife is not enough for them?”

“Evidently not,” Nick said. “Individual lives are cheap.” He shrugged, “They’ll pay it lip service to it - they have - but until you’re talking reputation… hardware… national security…”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Jefferson swore. 

“So, you’re going to keep working, and we’re going to keep ‘misappropriating’, and between us, we’re going to see it through.” Nick turned his head and nodded toward the tunnel that led out into the concession area of the stadium. “Take a walk with me. Tell me all about this player your handler is refusing to do anything about, and I’ll see what I can do to get him off the streets, and out of your hair.”

Jefferson looked skeptical, but started walking along side the other man anyway, all thoughts of the game forgotten, even as, on the field, they kicked off the third quarter. 

When they were out of the tunnel and onto the terrace, Nick shrugged and said, “Call it… inter-agency cooperation.” Then he chuckled and added, “And maybe some day you’ll come work for me.”

“Don’t hold your breath,” Jefferson muttered under his own.