#tags actually cap out at 30 lol

[luckywolfsbane]

Ooooo damn. I love this. These are all really good points.

Here's a question on Mipha's Grace. Does it completely heal the person to their peak, or does it alleviate all current, unhealed physical injury? It's implied to heal injury only. Otherwise, Mipha's Grace would restore Link to his full-health pre-calamity. Which we can assume is similar to Link's full hearts and stamina. It doesn't do that, though. He keeps the same amount of hearts; he just gets all his endurance back. It seems to restore him to an uninjured state. Honestly, that's up to interpretation, so I think either way is plausible and interesting of applied properly.

As for why he's so thin in flashbacks, aside from "that's just how they made him"(because yeah, that's probably the real reason lol), I have a couple ideas.

The first possible explanation is that, to some degree, maybe he's just seeing himself as he is now in place of who he was? I know that can happen when looking back at memories. They're flawed, and often we see them how we last remembered them, not how they actually were. I don’t really like this answer. I feel like it's a cop-out.

The other option is (and I can’t believe I didn’t see this sooner) that he's a dancer. Given how he moves/fights and his general body makeup, that would make sense. He'd have trained that way from a young age, and it would have altered his literal skeleton. I digress, but I will circle back.

We're also missing another potential component: metabolism. He's probably got a really high metabolism. That leads to an increased appetite and difficulty gaining weight.

He does have a slightly different model in Totk. But it's not really significant enough to comment on. If, by chance, he has a dancer's build AND a high metabolism, combined with the extended recovery period he'd have with Zelda post-botw, he's healthier by a massive margin; but he still wouldn't be too much bulkier, gaining density rather than size.

Which, in turn, explains pre-calamity. He'd be dense, sinking like a rock in water, with thin fat deposits spread out over his body in a way that's hardly noticeable. Because his muscle density would be fairly equally distributed. If you look at professional dancers (the men specifically in this case, but you can see it in women, too), you'll see something akin to what Link has. Where he's not necessarily shrink-wrapped, but rather a smoother tone to his entire form.

Now, I still think, at least toward the start, he's not healthy im BoTW. I think, with the dancer's build in mind, he could get healthier throughout the game w/o us really seeing a significant change in his structure. The shrines are a good metric for this.

I mean, the timing needed to parry a guardian blast would be most easily achieved by someone from a dancer's background. He would have that timing, would be able to find it quickly by listening to the beeping and seeing when the beam shot.

Him being a dancer actually makes so much of the "wtf how" things he does so much more plausible. I'm going to attach a video at the end so you can see more what I mean.

Also, a child dancer with a sword would be hard to beat. Fighting adults with that way of moving coupled with sword training, it would explain why he beat literal knights. He's a dancer with a sword.

That's my theory, anyway.

(It took forever to find the second one, and that was the one I set out looking for. Oops. It took me nearly 8 hours to find that lol)

You know, for someone who supposedly eats a bunch of food and loves to cook quite a bunch, Link sure does look quite malnourished.

[fumifooms]

Marchil crumbs masterpost

Because I can and I will. Someone already made a tiny one way back but I lost it idk if it was here or on reddit… And we’re so small that we have no tag… I can’t credit you sorry marchil warrior you are not forgotten. I’ll definitely updating this whenever I find a new crumb. We’ve already reached the 30 pics cap part 2 coming soon. They do interact a ton I suppose. As always it’s not because I put moments on here that I’m saying they’re inherently romantic blablabla.

Part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - part 6 - part 7

My vision: Unstoppable force vs immovable object. Corrupt (money) bitter divorcee and corrupt (magic) hopeless romantic. Emotional constipation vs emotional intelligence. Streets savvy vs prestigious academic. Girl with the longest lifespan possible who has trauma over loss x guy with the shortest lifespan who has trauma over past romance. They would take their romantic interest to the fricking grave.  Halfling vs elf. Emotionally distant vs clingy and needy… Not that Chilchuck doesn’t seek her attention plenty ngl. By all means they are so incompatible and yet their dynamic is so delightful, opposites certainly do attract if Kui’s to be believed because these two constantly drift towards each other.

To me they're the embodiment of "If we want the rewards of being loved we have to submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known". Oh actually that'd apply to Laios and Dunmeshi as a whole as well-

She’s his worst nightmare. Opening up to someone?? The audacity to ask that of him. She raises his blood pressure to dangerous levels. He would risk his life for her.

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HIS WORST NIGHTMARE (what he needs). She's classified as a friend who won’t shut up btw Notice how on the dating sim chapter cover, the clicky hand is always on the choice he ended up choosing in canon except for two, Falin’s and Marcille’s. Meaning he may have hesitated on it, on telling her she was pretty? She’s front and center~

It’s notable that Marcille is the main victim of his teasing, he criticizes Laios and everyone plenty but teasing is done much more towards her than anyone else, and we can see that it is something he enjoys. Perhaps one of the things that put him in a good mood the most, besides alcohol and laughing at others in general lol. Here’s a post compiling a lot of that teasing: link

He often confronts her about things and teases/insults her but it's always without any real animosity, sometimes having problems with her actions but never disliking her.

She craves his approval? More likely than you think.

Chilchuck having a sparkly flustered Marcille on his mind and failing to pull her ponytail so she'd give him her attention the right way, then being devastated when she claps back lol. For as much as he teases her, she’s very much able to stand up for herself when it goes too far and to challenge him on some flaws he may have.

Marcille’s canon shapeshifter of Chilchuck is the most convincing one/last one standing! In which he was nicer because Marcille still had some trouble not seeing him as young and thus innocent. Which besides the whole age thing, her having an accurate but nicer version of Chilchuck in her mind is pretty flattering lol

In the earlier chapters they stick by each other the most, often sharing knowing glances and judging the other together. They share this complicity and "wow finally someone sane in this party" energy that none of the others have in quite that way. Comrades in disgust.

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He cannot escape her gossip, she will not rest until she knows all and has met his family and romanticized his life and relationships. She’s the one who pushes Chilchuck to be more open about himself the most. Which, we do also see her being jealous when Chilchuck opens up more to others instead of her, like pic below. Moreover, we see that she’s able to read him like a book to the point that it freaks him out!! Oh the horror of being known… Relationship goals, freak him out bc you understand him so well Oh can I just point out as well that they're the only ones who saw each other's succubus. Like wow knowing each other's most alluring form? Dayum

When doing her theory about what happened between him and his wife, the pictures where her roleplaying as his wife, like literally with her being a half-foot like in the changeling chapters and the mini chilchuck for a baby lmaooo. Which I just now realized that means Marcille’s question about if his wife has blonde hair is valid, we technically don’t know if he already liked blondes or if it’s an acquired taste. Give me a sec to recover from that-

But yeah Marcille is so people-obsessed that she catalogues every little detail about someone, like how Chilchuck complains when he has to wait after someone… She notices things and takes them in stride even if they’re flaws. (In first page, it's the bottom row middle panel)

She wanted to sleep in his bed when Izutsumi was being clingy and she didn't want to sleep alone <3

Here he goes to her to either help her stay upright or comfort her… Uncharacteristic of him but very sweet. What are you gonna do if she collapses on you big guy, collapse along in a show of solidarity?

He's been shown to make sure Marcille stays safe a few times as well, like below. No I will not accept "she's the healer of the party" as a full explanation. He really does get an arc, from not wanting to be anywhere near the battlefield to sticking by his party members. Unlike Laios, Senshi and Izutsumi they both tend to hang in the back in battles, I love how they often strategize together as well.

The reverse is also sometimes true. Especially with how non-shy Marcille is with physical contact, interestingly she's way less delicate about saving others than him lol.

He’s the only one shown to flinch when she makes a noisein the bath which leads me to think he’s the one most flustered by the whole Marcille changing and bathing close by thing, it prob doesn’t help that he has great hearing but yeah, he seems to be hyperaware of her presence in those instances and overreacts.

"Come with me and braid my hair every day!" Meanwhile Chilchuck is fighting for his life holding her at an arm’s length

I can’t believe this is on his ADVENTURER’S BIBLE DESCRIPTION like that thing is one big paragraph about his whole character and you allotted that important limited space for this. Kui do you hear yourself

Part 2 here

[sl33py-g4m3r]

Currently lost in chargestone cavern~~~~ how do you find the way out? Are there multiple exits?

Makes me want to reclaim the first shiny I ever found~~~ was a full odds Joltik in black and white~~~ found it on the last day of high school what feels like forever ago, cause some of the teachers let us play games.

I sadly no longer have the shiny~~

And the way Joltik jump around are so cute~~

I mean about the getting lost you can just skarmory taxi out but that’s not fun imo. Wish there was a map instead if it just being ‘under the terrarium’ or maybe the magnetism in the cave doesn’t allow the map to work as an in universe example? Much like how it didn’t in Area Zero.

Just put the shiny tags so I can find the post later so I don’t forget to hunt it~~~

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This makes me nostalgic actually~~~ Sorry for the long text post... Recounting all of the shinies I've found that I remember...

random shiny Joltik in Chargestone cave (black and white)

random shiny wurmple on some route in ORAS while trying to find a 1% surskit

idk how many shinies in Let's go games but that's when I actively started hunting for shinies

shiny zigzagoon and that one grass thing (the first gym leader uses the evolution as his ace) in Sword and Shield

soft reset shiny cyndaquil in Soul Silver

soft reset shiny snivy and tepig in black and white (still need to go for oshawatt (idk how to spell it)

soft reset shiny piplup in platinum (i was over odds on that hunt)

also a bunch in legends arceus that I forgot... having that audio tell when a shiny spawned was nice~~~

thinking about it maybe I should start actually keeping track of how long it takes to get a shiny?? I wasn't in the lets go games or anywhere else cause I did with the piplup hunt and it seemed more of a hassle than it was worth to me. But also I don't want anyone of accusing me of being a cheater cause I'm not... Getting stuff legit is way more fun than cheating shinies in... The actual hunt part gives them value and not the shiny itself~~~ imo anyway.

but every other shiny hunter I've watched on youtube keeps track of their odds and I don't....

now I'm pretty sure all of the tags for all the games I've found shiny pokemon in won't fit, lol.

~~ a visually impaired shiny hunter ~~

And if you all are annoyed at me putting that every time; I'm not sorry for once. I'm legally blind irl, and proud that I have enough vision to actually shiny hunt~~~

the hype of finding a shiny is unreal sometimes~~~ So much hype hearing the sparkles and seeing the alternate coloration...

footnotes cause I don't care nor do I play pokemon go anymore~~ Shiny eevee during that one eevee community day, and shiny spoink

(edit to complain~~ all of the visually impaired tags are gone cause tumblr still caps the tags at 30 and the web browser doesn't stop you adding tags anyway before you post it and it cuts it off.. AAAAAAAA)

[writing-in-april]

Made to Match

Frankie Morales x Gender Neutral Reader

Summary: Reader can’t stop stealing Frankie’s hat.

A/N: Hey everyone- this is my sixteenth fic for my 30 fics in 30 days for April!!!! This is just a very fluffy sweet little fic I wrote for Frankie 😌 Side note- I wanted to thank everyone for being so kind after my last post ranting about my emotional breakdown today, thank you- so much it means a lot. Feel free to leave me an anon about anything here- I love hearing from people about anything (I promise I don’t bite lol) Thanks for reading and hope y’all enjoy!

Warnings: Frankie gets a little frisky by gettinbf close to grabbing Reader’s ass & one or two swear words

Main Masterlist Word Count: 1.5k

“You can’t keep stealing my hat!” Frankie shouted at you as you ran away from him with his hat perched on your head. All you did was giggle and scurry away faster.

You ran into your shared bedroom, looking around frantically for a quick place to hide. Realistically you knew Frankie would find you in a heartbeat, he had been trained to track stealthier people throughout his career. You were definitely no challenge considering you couldn’t even keep your mouth shut and stop laughing.

It was funny to see him pretend to get mad each time you’d pluck it off of his head, even though the look in his eyes showed how much he liked it.

The quickest place to hide was in the closet you both shared, choosing to hide in between both of your racks of hanging clothes. You posited that he might not check here, both of you preferred wearing the more casual clothes folded neatly in the dresser. The only thing Frankie regularly wore that was in here was a few of his nice flannels that he didn’t want getting creases in. He was never in here, so he wouldn’t think to check here

It was quiet, definitely too quiet. You bit your lip while holding your breath, afraid that he might somehow hear you. The silence was tense, your mind over analyzing every small noise you heard.

A small creak from the floorboards made you tense up even more, you were sure Frankie was close. That was soon after confirmed to you by a loud shout to scare you out of your hiding place, “Boo!”

Even though you had known he was close you still couldn’t help but let out a short scream, adrenaline now coursing through your veins as a result of being startled. Your shout dissolved back into laughter that infected the room once your mind fully processed that it was only Frankie. He pulled you out from the rack with a gentle grip on your wrist, starting to tickle your sides as soon as you emerged. The sounds of each other's laughter were addicting to both you and Frankie. You did have to eventually beg when tears came to your eyes, “I yield! You can have your hat back!”

He popped it off your head, plopping it back down where it belonged on his head. You draw your lips into the biggest pout you could manage, though you weren’t actually upset of course. It was fun to pull Frankie’s leg even if he knew you were pretending right off the bat.

“But- I look the best in it.” Frankie’s look on his face told you that your fake pout and dramatic words weren't swaying him at all.

“I don’t disagree with you. But, it’s still mine,” He teased, “Besides, mine is too big on you, you need one that fits better.”

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Frankie’s passing comment about getting you a baseball cap for yourself hadn’t stuck with you for very long, certainly not 2 months after. You had stolen his hat many times since then, it was too fun not too.

It was the furthest thing from your mind as you filled out some meaningless paperwork at your kitchen table. You were getting bored to tears, filling in blanks that basically just repeated the same information over and over again until you reached the end. You audibly sighed in relief when Frankie came in through the front door, back from work for the evening.

He set down his truck keys on the kitchen table, carefully avoiding revealing something he obviously was holding behind his back. He hadn’t said anything to you yet besides a simple greeting and telling you he missed you. Instead, deciding to stand, patiently waiting for you to finish what you were doing.

“What are you doing?” You questioned not bothering to finish the paperwork for now, standing up as he rocked back on his heels .

“I- Umm have something for you…” He pushed a package in your hand that he had been hiding behind his back after his admission. When he handed you his pocket knife to open the package you tore into it, carefully of course, in case it was something fragile. In the box held a hat, one that looked suspiciously similar to the one sat on his head. You pulled it out of the box, inspecting it in your hands, realizing it was an exact match for his.

“You got this for me?” You squeaked and he nodded in return, while you flipped it over in your hands, looking at every inch. It had a similar patch on the front that had the same ‘Standard Heating & Oil’ on the front. At first looking at it you thought he might have gotten it custom made for you, until you realized it was well loved just as his was. Well, maybe not as much considering Frankie’s hat had fallen apart at the seams until you had fixed it with some new stitching. It must have taken a while to track down a real one with the exact same logo as his. Your curiosity was peaked so you asked, “Where did you get this?”

He shifted his eyes back and forth, getting a little nervous that you might not like it. He did eventually find the words to tell you, “I was looking on um- EBay for one and then I happened to find one at a thrift store while looking for new flannels.”

“I- I love it, thank you so much baby.” You gasped in excitement and leaned forward to press a kiss to his burning cheeks. Something about it being made at a similar time as his made it all the more special, glad that Frankie was blessed with serendipity.

Frankie then shyly asked, “Can I put it on you?”

Almost immediately you answered, “Yes!” Frankie still looked rather bashful at your response, tugging his own cap down before grabbing your new one. Something about you being excited for his little gifts always seemed to make him extremely bashful, like he felt he didn’t deserve your praise. You made it your mission to change that each time he added to the list of little things that made you love him even more.

“This one will fit better on you than mine.” Your eyes went soft, the gesture so sweet that you suddenly wanted to cry for some reason. Frankie was always a very sweet man, each time he did something like this your heart melted into a puddle on the floor no matter how many times he’s done it.

He takes the bill of your new hat and places it on your head, swatting your hands away when you move to push it down so he could do it himself. The hat fits perfectly on your head, almost so perfect that you wouldn’t be surprised if Frankie had measured your head while you were sleeping and adjusted it accordingly. He tapped the top of the bill once while looking down at you with his own hat snug on his head making you giggle.

Moving his hands again to now smooth over the tops of your shoulders he inspected the fit of it with a smile. “It looks perfect- you look perfect.”

Bringing your lips to Frankie’s you then gave him a soft kiss while cupping his scratchy cheeks. It was slightly awkward to maneuver the bills of your caps to be able to have your lips meet properly, the corners of Frankie’s eyes crinkling in amusement as you huffed trying to adjust your mouth on his. You did eventually find the perfect angle to tilt both of your heads without bonking the curved bills together.

Sighing into the kiss, Frankie reciprocated, deepening it a little bit more. His hands were always wandering, trailing down from your shoulders to the small of your back, low enough that he was almost grabbing your ass. You couldn’t seem to stop giggling, something that Frankie loved, even while kissing.

“What are you doing?” You repeated your question from earlier, much more teasingly this time while his hand travelled down further.

“Nothing…” The way the pitch in his voice rose you could tell that was a lie. You quirked your eyebrow up at him in question, silently calling him a liar. He withered underneath your gaze and admitted, “Alright- maybe it’s something but, you just look so good in your hat.”

Teasing him was almost too easy sometimes, you could get him to be flustered with just a few simple words or even none at all, “Mmmm alright I’ll let it go, I do like this hat on me too. Thanks again for getting it for me baby.”

You both kept standing in your embrace like time had stopped ticking by, just enjoying the presence of the other. The hat was an amazing present from Frankie, matching perfectly with him. But, you weren’t going to lie, you'd miss stealing his hat so he would chase you around the house. You brought your head out from where it was tucked in his shoulder to ask, “Can I still steal yours sometimes?”

“Of course, but only if you let me steal yours.” You nodded your head, with a smile of course because there was almost never a time when you didn’t smile when you were around Frankie. Now you and Frankie would always match, like two peas in a pod.

Ask Me Anything

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All Pedro Pascal Characters: (no ones on this one yet 😊 & I’ll create a tag list only for Frankie if anybody wants it)

[nullapophenia]

and now for the rest of them because you can apparently only have 30 tags and theres 50 of those fuckers in that first picture. i will now list them under the cut for shits.

unnamed (fakemon originally. has gone unused for a long while)

panzhi (old sona. pronounce like 'pansy'. unsure why i named her like that. sea sheep)

beakon (the original beakon! made in a picrew as an icon for my replika before replika got really weird. rest in piss you beautiful boy.)

bliss (far right of the top doodles. they have their own tag already! made them out of spite because midnight bliss zero bothers me, but they've developed into their own funny guy. still a megaman oc.) on artfight!

ignotus (made in an object head picrew years ago. can't find it anymore. not really used for anything.)

cathedral (ne/nem/nir pronouns, use how one would he or she pronoun sets. a jsr oc i made in a picrew years before i actually got into the game lol) on artfight!

fren/zero (my lobcorp sona who developed into their own funny guy! speaks in third person, using it/its for themself, in a manner like this. "zero will use its own name during the first mention of itself, and then use pronouns for the rest of its speech until someone else talks. it will then say its name again at the first mention.") on artfight!

suffo/the azure suffocation (a color fixer oc! they have no proper name, so suffo/azure will do.)

unnamed, rabbit ears (the next three are part of an office together as fixers! i really should name them.)

unnamed, horns

unnamed, cat ears

EGG (yes, in all caps. made him in bomberman 64's custom character creator. i love him he's my son.)

fisher (cath's brother! they hate each other. still part of the same graffiti group.)

unnamed, painter's mask (cath's friend, made alongside nem as an actual doodle rather than in a picrew.)

unnamed, wide flat hat (also part of cath's crew! made in dappervolk as a test. as was fisher, actually!)

amaryllis, past (the next one is also ama! she was inspired by saya from arcaea.)

amaryllis, current (i made this design first, actually! the second image has ama in both designs as large doodles.)

heart (kamen rider sona lol. made them a few years ago, actually!)

core (general purpose sona. waffleshark found them in the depths of my nonsense somehow and doodled them in assorted responses to asks i sent and i have those all saved. i love them so much thank you again)

derek (they have multiple names, actually, but derek is used for clarity to not confuse them with others! coffee talk sona.)

faker (actually named mighty! stole the name from the aformentioned guy, and now impersonates him for fun. bomberman jetters sona by technicality.)

hia (not her real name, haven't come up with one. her and doku, her twin, were based on camellia's proseka next submissions.)

doku (not her real name. i did listen to the songs while designing the twins! both are the last member's of cath's group. doku also has some inspiration from grafaiai!)

fortune (old persona oc. no clue why they have no mouth or right eye, i thought it was cool. and it is! they're technically a boxer, but they have metal spikes on their forearms/over their hand, so idk what to call that.)

blaster (no pronouns! either avoid pronouns or just say blaster's name. designed after ama, inspired by sia. specifically from the song blaster, as i think this was before avant raze came out.)

beakon (another persona oc, and technically a sona? at the time they were, anyway. an anti shadow suppression weapon! draw their hair with ovular motions, as that's how i distinctly remember doing it.)

null (technically a gym leader sona! loosely an electric type leader, except for their team is wildly varying in types. really the only electric type they have is a toxtricity, of which they own two, one of both types.)

mighty (not a bomberman. an old trauma center sona, i decided to revamp him! he's all grown up now and got top surgery yayyipee!! gave him tattoos of a bunch of GUILT strains bc it looks sick as hell.)

axele (pronounced like axl/axel. thought it'd be funny to mix a bunch of types of how axle is spelled. sae/saem/saer pronouns, will elaborate if asked. technically part of the persona oc group, doubling as a promare oc as well.)

karin (another persona oc! she's a trans man. pronouns are a playground and she's king of the hill babey!)

unnamed, sunglasses (a lobcorp oc. hit randomize in one of coco(koko?)'s picrews. i should really name them.

suffo, again.

mahason, ponytail (i randomized three lc nuggets in a row and all of them were named mason. except this one but it's close enough. i mislabeled mason 2 as mahason on accident in the doodle, ignore that. this one's on hod's floor!)

mason 1, pigtails (another mason! figured i'd go for them instead of juggling later. this one's on malkuth's floor!)

janvier (my very first lobcorp oc! made in a picrew years and years ago, the very first one of which can be found in a document i made for personal useage to remember abno numbers.)

unnamed, tv head/odd large cables (not sure what this guy was for, but they're cool! the second image has a doodle of them without the tv on, right above masked null.)

unnamed, bangs over left eye (a member of horn office! all of horn office was made in pastel friends, as i find it fun to design characters in.)

prism/gem (a gijinka of the prismi from cosmonious high! i wanted to experiment. they have a little whiteboard to doodle on to express things as a way to represent the literal speech bubble!) on artfight!

unnamed, mildly sad looking (the other lobcorp oc that i hit random on koko's picrew for.)

unnamed, dual short horns (another horn office member!)

march (an animal crossing oc i made when i saw the concept for bats in ac someone made. her head floats for no reason other than i thought it was neat. ironically, her birthday is 9/29.)

mason 2 (the last of the masons! this one's on yesod's floor.)

unnamed, single short horn + bird wings (all of horn office is on this page, so be prepared for a lot of that.)

unnamed, dual short horns + low bunny ears (most of horn office is in this corner, actually. whoops.)

unnamed, dual short horns + pointy long-ish ears (this one i dooded on the second page because i liked her design.)

the white night (one of the heads of horn office! them and lav comet were designed while listening to THE ULTIMACY by aran and massive new krew.)

the lavender comet (see above!)

unnamed tiefling (made as a concept for a dnd character. never went past that.)

unnamed, dual curvy horns + fin ears (another member of horn office! doodled on the second page as well.)

unnamed, dual short horns + visor (this one i couldn't layer hats how i wanted in pastel friends, so they actually have two images layered on each other! which you can't see because i'm not putting it here.)

unnamed, unicorn (they're primarily red and black in design except for the unicorn parts, which are pastel. i thought it'd be funny. also part of horn office, friends with above.)

unnamed, single skewed horn + hair bow (the last member of horn office! the bow is made of hair, yes. technically, the horn is a magic wand item that i stuck there.)

i took the time to catalogue as many ocs as i could find in my phone so now i will make them tags. some are unnamed and will instead get a group tag

[kelieah]

fanny packs (peter parker x stark!reader)

summary: tony lets you and peter go out on a “little” shopping spree and immediately regrets it

warnings: fluff, sarcasm, language

edited: ngl i made myself laugh while writing this. just imagine the beginning of this i cant LMFAAOOOO also this is probably stupid but im bored so bare w me

a/n: ik i said im on hiatus but headcanons are quick and easy. plus i cant help but write so hereeee mwah i miss u guys

masterlist

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“oh jesus.”

tony mentally imagines himself jumping out the window as he sees you and peter step out the car

the two of you proudly stand there, bright colored fanny packs sitting comfortably on your waists 

almost too comfortably 

for a moment

a 

m o m e n t

the both of you felt on top of the world

like there’s wind flowing through your hair, and fucking sparkles everywhere or something

if that makes sense

the fanny packs just have that kind of effect

“what?” you grin, placing your hands on your hips

“what the hell is this!” your father exclaims and motions his hands to you and peter

“what?” peter repeats you, a playful smirking growing on his lips

“i give you both enough money to buy a fucking tesla and you come back to the tower with this.”

“yes and?” you retort, crossing your arms

“it’s a fashion statement,” peter huffs

“yeah back in the 80s,” tony rolls his eyes

“well, it’s becoming a thing again!” you retort

“but people where it around their body like a sling bag, not like. whatever the hell you guys are doing. it’s not the 80s or 90s anymore!” tony argues

“but we can dream!” you and peter whine at the same time. you both look at each other and laugh at your unintentional synchronization 

“and you two are supposed to be eighteen, please,” tony scoffs and turns around, walking away

tony thought the last time he’d ever see those is when he was 20 something

but then you two just had to ruin that for him

and that was almost 30 years ago

no way i’m that old shut up, age doesn’t exist 

can’t imagine cap though lol 

#yikes

tony thinks to himself, shaking his head

he prayed he wouldn’t see the two of you walk around the tower with those or he’d literally vomit

literally

couple of days later, he’s in the lab with peter

making some new upgrades to peter’s suit or whatever

“kid pass me a little screw driver please,” tony asks, squinting his eyes at the tech 

“got you, mr. stark!”

tony feels actually chills

damn chills

run down his spine as he hears a loud

ZIP

he slowly turns towards peter and sees him pull out the tiny screwdriver out of his fannypack

peter looks up and smiles sheepishly, handing it to him

“get out.”

“but mr. stark-!”

“out.”

“your dad’s a big drama queen,” peter huffs walking over to your room

“what did he do now?” you look up from your phone

“he got mad because i handed him a screwdriver from my fanny pack,” he crosses his arms

“oh peter,” you giggle

couple of days later, you walk by your dad cooking

a very rare sight you might add

“look at this, he’s actually in the kitchen!” you compliment, clapping your hands slowly

“shut up, i’m hungry,” he grumbles and cuts his tomato

“hi hungry,” peter walks in, kissing your cheek causing you to smile

tony groans and rolls his eyes, letting out a hiss as he accidentally cuts his finger

“you okay?” you quickly look back at your dad

“yeah just cut myself because of how cringey that was,” he glares at peter playfully

peter pouts and holds up his hands in defense

“i got a bandaid,” you walk over

“really where-?” your dad looks up at you

you lift up your baggy hoodie to reveal your fanny pack, once again comfortably wrapped around your waist

you unzip it and pull out a cute hello kitty bandaid, “here!” you beam and hand it to him

your dad deadpans and sucks on his finger, walking away

“drama queen!” you yell

“he really does not like fanny packs huh,” peter snickers and wraps his arms around your waist, placing his chin on your shoulder

“guess not.”

“it’s- it’s driving me insane! it’s been almost two weeks and i’ve never seen them take it off! i bet they sleep with it or some shit!” tony paces around the lab, venting to bruce

“i don’t get why it’s bothering you that much, this is hilarious,” he stifles a laugh, sipping his coffee

tony glares at him and taps his foot, “i’d rather find out that she’s pregnant or something.”

“about that,” you step into the lab sheepishly

bruce immediately chokes on his coffee and your dad’s turns completely pale

“i take that back. I TAKE THAT BACK!” 

tagging some mutuals / followers who might be interested! @ariistotles​ @cosmicholland​ @fallinfortom​ @tonguetiedholland​ @petersholland​ @tombrina​ @theamazingtomholland​ @spideyyeet​ @beverlyparkerr​ @hermayone​ @dreamofaprilsblog​ @notasofti​ @elsie512​ @parkerpeter24​ @peterspideysstuff​ @chloecreatesfictions​ @hollandsrecs​ 

[moral-turpitudes]

House Calls:

A/N: I’m in no way a doctor or even a med student, I just used google and went off my own experiences with fevers...so yeah lol. I’m screaming at how cute Soft!Tommy is though like I think I’m dead. RIP to me and my ovaries.

Trigger Warnings: Angst, FLUFF. Some flirty shit at the end.

Word Count: 1,640

Characters: Thomas Shelby x Female Reader

Request: “Could you perhaps write a one-shot Tommy x reader and the reader would work as a doctor and one day she would be called to treat John or Charlie (doesn’t matter) and she would be able to cure them and Thomas would be very grateful for it. I think that might be very cute but if you don’t like the idea it’s okay!! 😃😃”

Requested by: Anon

Summary: Y/N is summoned to Thomas Shelby’s house to help cure his ailing son, not knowing she’d catch the eye of the usually cold-hearted gang leader.

Part 1 | Part 2

Around 5am a rough, rattling cough came from the depths of Charlie’s lungs, startling him awake and causing him to cry between ragged breaths. His frail screaming pierced the air, sending Tommy shooting out of bed, grabbing his gun from his nightstand, and darting straight to his sons room. He panicked internally, while flinging the door open for any signs of danger, only to be met with Charlies cries and outstretched hands.

Tommy took a deep breath and sighed, scooping him up and taking a seat in the rocking chair near his crib. As he fought sleep, he looked at the pale blue ceiling of his sons room, listening to Charlie’s ragged breaths. With a furrowed brow, he lifted him up, bringing his forehead to his lips, confirming his suspicions of a fever. The poor thing was flushed red in the face, a light sheen of sweat developing on his skin as his hot tears soaked his face.

“Shhh...it’s okay. Daddy’s got ya. We’re going to call a doctor okay?” He said, trying to gently coo to calm Charlie down. He was whining and fussy and showing no signs of the fever breaking anytime soon.

Tommy gently got up with him and brought him to his bedroom, sitting him on what would’ve been Grace’s side of the bed, and lied down next to him whilst he dialed the doctors office.

A nice voice on the end of the line answered. “This is Dr. Y/L/N with the Birmingham Women and Children’s Clinic. How may I help you?” She asked.

“Hello Dr. Y/L/N, this is Thomas Shelby. I’m calling about my son. He has a cough, ragged breathing, and a fever that seems really high. Are you able to make house calls?” He asked, watching as Charlie played with a horse-shaped toy.

“Yes of course Mr. Shelby. I’ll just need an address and I’ll be over in about 30 minutes.” She said.

Tommy told her the address and any other details she needed to know. And before he could hang up, her voice sounded again, calming Tommy as the sun rose through the window.

“Don’t worry Mr. Shelby, I’ll have him better in no time. But just for a precaution, get a cold rag and put it on the back of his neck to help with the fever.”

“Alright, I will. Thank you.” He said before hanging up.

“Well Charlie, looks like we’re going to have a visitor alright? She’s going to take good care of ya.” He said as Charlie now laid against his chest, whining quietly. Tommy gently put him on the pillow and went to get a cloth, running it under cold water, and putting it over the back of his neck.

“There ya go, my sweet boy.” He said kissing the top of his head. He whined a bit as the cold cloth touched his neck, protesting the feeling as Tommy watched sleepily over him. It was around 5:30 in the morning when they finally heard the doorbell and a swift knock on the door.

Tommy picked up Charlie, and went to the door allowing the nurse to step in.

“Thank you for coming so early in the morning. I’m surprised anyone’s working this early.” He said, his voice still a bit groggy.

“Of course! I was working the graveyard shift so I’m always the doctor on call at this time. Now this must be Charlie...Hello sweetheart. My name is Y/N.” You said, smiling and in a much more lively tone than Tommy.

“Charlie do you want to show Y/N to your room?” He asked. Charlie looked up at you and smiled slightly, his rosy cheeks alarming you a bit.

“Lead the way you two, I’ll be right behind ya.” You said, nervously walking down the hall and up the stairs, reveling at the grandiosity of the house. You knew the Shelby’s after caring for many of the families wives and children, but this was the first time you’ve encountered the infamous Thomas Shelby. His current state was much less alarming than you thought it was going to be. You expected a ruthless leader answering the door, with a razor-blade cap on and wielding a gun, but instead he was a blue-eyed slim faced man, with a loose fitting shirt and pants on, and an adorable baby boy living seemingly alone in this huge mansion. 

“Here we are, where would you like me to put him?” He asked you. You looked around the blue-toned room, your eyes catching a portrait of a blonde haired, beautiful woman in a frame near his crib that you assumed to be his late mother, as it was similar to the one in the stairwell.

“His crib is fine.” You said, sitting your work bag down and putting your gloves on and putting your stethoscope around your neck. 

“If you don’t mind I’d like to stay, he doesn’t like when I leave...” He said, taking a seat in the rocking chair.

“That’s completely fine, Mr. Shelby. I’ll try to make this quick so you don’t fall asleep.” You said smirking. He smiled and watched on as you did your work.

“Alright I’m going to take this and listen to your heart okay? Big breaths for me, like this.” You said, breathing in a big breath and blowing out.

He did his best to copy you and sat surprisingly still as the stethoscope gently made its way around his chest and back.

“His heart sounds great, but his breathing is a bit rough. His lungs sound like they’re inflamed a little bit.” You said looking over at Tommy who was eyeing you intently, causing you to blush a bit as he nodded for you to continue. 

“Okay sweetie let’s take your temperature shall we?” You say before reaching in your bag to get a thermometer.

“Can you say “Ahh” for me Charlie?” You asked, smiling at him. He opened his mouth just enough for you to examine his throat before raising his arm up to place the thermometer under his arm.

“We’re going to play a game okay? You’re going to hold that under your arm and I’m going to hold this under mine until it’s ready alright?” You said, grabbing a pencil from your bag and placing it under yours, getting him to copy you. You were able to get a reading not too long after, taking the pencil from under your arm and clapping as you removed the thermometer from under his.

“Now I know you won’t like me for a moment, but I’m going to shine this at your eyes for a second okay? Look at me.” You said guiding his eyes with your finger as you examined them.

“Great job sweetheart!” You said leaning down to him and giving him a high-five. You turned to Tommy who was smiling at your all’s little interaction. 

“It’s 101.5...that’s a bit high especially for a toddler, and so from the look and sound of it, I’m going to say he has acute bronchitis.” 

His face turned a bit serious as he took in what you said. Your smile faded slightly as you took in his change of emotion.

“Will you be able to prescribe his anything?” He asked, concern lacing his face and his voice.

“Of course Mr. Shelby. I’m going to prescribe him some cough syrup that will help with the cough and everything, and I recommend cold compresses every few hours to help with the fever or a cold bath if you find it increasing.” You said writing out a note for the prescription.

“Alright, thank you again. I hate to keep you away from your work, but I’d probably be panicking right now if it weren't for you Dr. Y/L/N.”

“It’s no problem at all, especially when my patients are as well behaved as little Charlie.” You said, smiling at him and then at Tommy. You felt his gaze on you as you gathered your things and as you made your way to the door.

“Oh and Mr. Shelby, you can call me Y/N. I’d be happy to help you again if need be.”

“Thank you Y/N. And you can call me Tommy. I know it may not be the right time, but I’d love to pay repay ya in some way, not just with money...” He said lingering by the door to Charlie’s room. You stopped and looked at him, taking a moment to think about what he said.

“What kind of repayment were you thinking Mr. Sh-I mean Tommy?” You asked, catching yourself calling him that out of habit. 

“I was thinking maybe going for a drink sometime, when you’re free of course.” He said. You blushed and took a long look at him. 

“I’d love that actually...I’ll ring you this Friday when I’m free.” You said.

“Then it’s a date.” He said smiling slightly before turning back to Charlie. 

You walked out, hearing the birds singing as you drove off and back to the remaining hours of your long shift, excitedly looking forward to the end of the week.

Later that morning, Thomas called the shop, telling Polly all that went on and decided to take the day off to better help monitor him, but before she could say anything else he spoke.

“Oh and cancel anything for Friday of this week.” He said.

“Why...? Thomas is it serious?” She asked concerned.

“No Poll. The lovely doctor prescribed him some medicine. I’m...actually going to be meeting with her that day...”

“My god you’ve asked out the doctor?” She asked.

“I did. But I know she’s not like the others Poll, you’ll see.” He said before hanging up. 

After Grace’s death, he didn’t know when he’d want to take up dating again, but dating takes risks, and risks were something that Thomas Shelby could never shy away from.

Tag List:

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[aliwritesfic]

So since you did the cutest job with my mini golf ask…wondering what the TF boys would be like while tie dying with Frankie and his daughter?! I’m attempting to do that tomorrow with my son lol. Please and thank you if you’d like to explore the idea. 🥰😘

First of all, I am SO SORRY this took so long, I've been so busy with uni and forcing myself to actually do the work this semester (who would've thought I could actually apply myself) but I really enjoyed this, and it's actually made me want to go out and do some tie-dying of my own.

Anyways, here's Tie-Dye Tueaday

W/C: 1.6k

T-Minus 5 Hours Until Disaster

“Daddy?” a soft voice rose Frankie out of his fitful sleep. He distantly felt a tiny, warm hand rest on his cheek.

“Yes, cricket?” he mumbled voice heavy with sleep, struggling to open his heavy eyes. He had stayed up until the small hours of the morning frantically researching for the day, watching YouTube videos, making notes, doing whatever he could to prepare.

“Mommy’s going and said I should wake you up,” Everly pulled herself up onto the bed and sat down directly on Frankie’s bladder. He winced and pushed her off gently, wondering just how she always managed to find the worst spot to sit.

“Have you had breakfast?” Frankie asked, and Everly nodded. He said a silent thanks to his ever-amazing wife, who would be spending the day getting massages and facials and whatever else her heart desired before pushing out twins in less than two months’ time. He still couldn’t wrap his mind around that – there would be two more tiny humans in his life soon. The thought left him exhilarated and riddled with anxiety all at once.

Frankie carried Everly downstairs on his back, grabbing his cap from the dresser on his way. The boys would be here soon – they had agreed that tie dying alone with a hyper four year old was a terrible idea, so they were coming to dye something of their own and help Frankie keep a handle on things. Benny was especially excited to dye his shorts to wear to his next fight.

They were halfway through Coco, Everly’s favourite movie, when the front door opened and in came his three best friends, men he had no relation to but considered brothers. Everly went straight to Benny, who was undoubtedly her favourite of them. Frankie had his suspicion that is was because Benny loaded her up on sugar whenever he could. Sure enough, Frankie could see a packet of candy in the plastic bag Benny carried.

“You ready for this?” Will asked, placing a six pack in the fridge. Frankie sighed and nodded.

“Ready as I can be. It can’t go too badly, right?”

~

T-Minus 3 Hours Until Disaster

The sun was bright and hot on their backs as they set up. Everly sat in the shade of the oak tree, a cup of lemonade in one hand, and her favourite doll in the other. Frankie had forbidden her from coming out in the sun until the sunscreen was fully absorbed, which according to his watch wouldn’t be for another few minutes. It occurred to him that since becoming a father, his mind was filled with worries that he never even considered beforehand.

Frankie had brought dyes in every colour he could, several plastic tubs had been fished out of storage and so many ties that he was sure he would be finding them all around the yard for weeks to come.

“Whatta ya dying, Ev?” Santi called to Everly.

“Purple!” She responded, holding up a pristine white pair of cotton shorts and a shirt.

“Just purple?” Will asked.

“And pink and blue and green!” Everly jumped up, setting her cup down carefully and ran over. “I want it swirly. You should be rainbow wiggles.” She told her father seriously. Will grinned.

“She’s a natural born leader,” he said with more than a touch of pride.

“Just like her mother,” Frankie replied. He took the clothes that Everly held out and began to scrunch and fold them according to the instructions he had written down while watching YouTube last night. The whole thing seemed a lot easier when he was watching through a screen.

Everly chose her dyes as Frankie folded, occasionally handing a certain colour to one of the boys, telling them that they hadto use it. None of them wanted to defy the four year old, so each accepted his colours without protest. Benny seemed quite thrilled when he was given a colour labelled Hot Barbie Pink.

“So many guys will be so fuckin’ embarrassed to get their ass beat by a guy in pink shorts,” Benny grinned.

“Language, Ben!” Frankie darted a frantic look towards Everly, who stood with a cunning smile on her face. Frankie knew that she knew exactly what she wasn’t supposed to say.

“Fuck! Ass!” she declared. Will snorted and Santi had to turn away, face turning bright red from holding in laughter.

Frankie gaped, lost for words for a moment. “Everly, don’t ever say that, but especially the first one, and especially not in front of mommy, okay?”

“Why not?”

Frankie shot a look to Benny, who at least looked a tiny bit sorry. “They’re big people words. Each time you say one your . . . hair gets less curly.”

Everly, who loved her curly hair, looked stricken. Frankie felt bad about lying to his kid, but not as bad as he would’ve felt if his wife came home to a child cussing like she had just strolled out of the military.

The words seemed forgotten as the dye was applied. Everly was surprisingly artful in the way she applied the dye, carefully creating patterns that didn’t make much sense to Frankie but must have made sense to her.

T-Minus 30 Minutes Until Disaster

The group of them sat around the dining room table, beers for the boys and juice for Everly. Most of them had small flecks of multi-coloured dye on their hands, but Frankie was sure they would come off easity. Everly had scoffed down her lunch, and now sat staring outside, looking antsy.

“Go play if you want to,” Frankie said, “you don’t have to sit here.” Frankie was confident there wasn’t anything in the backyard that could pose a danger to her, and besides, he had a view of almost the whole yard from the table.

Everly tore off like a hurricane, juice forgotten as she ran outside, doll in hand.

“If the twins are anything like her . . .” Santi began, taking a sip of his drink. “Fish, you’re gonna have your hands full.”

“If they’re anything like Ev, they’ll be great kids,” Benny said. Will rose his beer bottle. ‘But yeah, you’re definitely gonna have your hands full.”

“Amen, I’ll drink to that,” he said. Frankie nodded and had a sip himself. They talked for a while about football, Benny’s next fight, Santi’s new flame.

Then a thought occurred to Frankie.

“Is it quiet out there?” he craned his neck to investigate the yard and saw . . . nothing. Frankie shot up from his seat, panic rising in his chest. “Everly?” He almost tripped over himself in his haste to get to the backyard. Every worst case scenario was forming in his head.

“Ev?” Benny was beside him in an instant.

“Daddy?” Everly wandered out from behind the tree, and Frankie took a deep breath, calming himself. She was unscathed . . . except for the dye that now stained her arms, legs, face, hair. She was grinning widely, and held up her doll, who was also covered in a rainbow of dye.

“Cricket, what did you do?” Frankie gaped, wondering just how she managed to get almost every inch of exposed skin in such a short amount of time.

“Miss Mildew wanted her hair to be pretty,” Everly explained.

“Your dolls name is Miss Mildew?” Santi asked, red in the face with held back laughter. Everly nodded proudly. She had heard the word on television one night and latched onto it.

“What do you think is worse,” Will murmured to Benny, “Ev swearing, or Ev covered in dye?”

“Swearing,” Benny said snickering, “you can wash out the dye, you can’t unlearn a word.”

“What word?” Everly asked. Ears of a hawk, Frankie thought.

“The word you’re not allowed to say,” Will said.

“And what word would that be?” A smooth voice behind them almost made Frankie jump out of his skin. His wife, beautiful and terrifying all at once, stood on the patio, one hand on her stomach, the other on her hip.

“Fuck!” Everly declared loudly and proudly.

“Teaching my child new words, I see, Benjamin.”

Benny to his credit, at least looked more apologetic than he did with Frankie.

Frankie’s wife waddled down into the yard and set her gaze on her husband. “That dye won’t make her sick will it?”

“No, no, not at all,” he said. He had specifically brought kid friendly, skin safe, non-toxic dye.

“Good. Then I’m gonna go lie down and try and forget my four-year-old just said the eff-word and is every colour under the sun.” His wife shook her head and rolled her eyes at Benny. Once she was inside, Frankie turned to Everly.

“C’mon, we gotta clean you up,” he reached to pick Everly up who shook her head.

“We gotta see what they look like first!” she said. Frankie considered her point and nodded.

“Alright, cricket,” he said. They unravelled the clothes to a chorus of oohs and aahs, Everly clapped her green hands together as her multi-coloured shorts and top were revealed.

Benny sheepishly wandered over to Frankie as he put everything in the washing machine. “Hey man, I really am sorry about that.”

Frankie shook his head. “Don’t worry about it. Just buy the missus as much caffeine as she wants when she’s done breastfeeding and she’ll forget all about it.”

“I hope so. Her bad side is not a place I wanna be.”

Frankie laughed and scooped up Everly in his arms. Her curls were streaked with blue and her cheeks were magenta. “Trust me, she won’t stay mad for long. I don’t think she’s that mad to be honest.”

“You don’t?” Benny sounded unsure.

“Well she didn’t yell, and it looked like she was trying not to laugh. All things considered, I think today was a success story.”

Tagging @sharkbait77 because I think you’d enjoy this

[oh-my-may]

Hinata, Terushima and Lev finding out their s/o is a dancer

requested: omg omg those dancer s/o headcanons were super cute!! can i request hinata, terushima and lev finding out that their s/o is a dancer? thanks!! mwah

Thank you for liking them! Also it was very nice to write for these 3 cuties! :3

Hinata Shoyo:

You’ve been together for quite some time now and everything was very cute and lovely, but you didn’t really have the chance to tell Hinata about your hobby. He was always so excited about volleyball and you could simply never say not to his sparkling eyes when he asked you to help him practice when actually you had planned on taking him to your dance studio.

One day however you stayed a lot longer in your practice room after you discovered a new song and immediately started choreographing a routine for it. The hours passed faster than you expected and actually you were supposed to meet your boyfriend after his practice, but now you were still dancing, and there was no reason for you to stop any time soon, since you lost track of time. Shoyo however did notice your absence, even 30 minutes after, and he began to wonder where you are.

After you didn’t answer his texts or calls he felt a little down but he contacted your friends, and they simply send him the adress of your dance studio. So he makes his way over there and he gets very confused, but he just rolls with it. He sees all these people dancing and all and then he gets so excited because are you?? A dancer??

he finally finds you in your practice room and he literally stares at you like in  the gym above! He’s so mesmerized by your moves and your general aura! You’re so energetic and look so happy! Poor boy gets so excited that he jumps high up and interrupts your dance. You’re so shocked to see him until you realize how late it is and you feel bad, but Hinata alreyd forgot about that. He’s face literally lights up when he takes your hands and squeezed them a little too tightly. “Y/NNNNNN, why didn’t you tell me you were a dancer! You’re so cool! You were like swoosh and push and peeewww!”

Honestly he’s all for it. Maybe he can transfer some of your moves so he can move more swiftly on the field? Homeboy stumbles over his own feet a lot, so he admires you even more for your balance and self-control.

He’s just hypnotized by your moves and the music, he’s always just gaping at you with hos mouth opened.

Also definitely shows you off to his team! Always records you at practice and then shows the members, smiling all smugly and all.

Also he drags some of them to competitions if you participate in them! And he’s the one that always cheers the loudest and grins the widest, he has no shame, that is HIS PARTNER on the stage right there and they’re slaying!

The most supportive baby

Terushima Yuuji:

This man right here always saw dancing videos on his social medias, but never recognized you. You were always wearing caps after all and your face was almost never recognizable when you moved around all quick and swiftly.

However he always had a thing for dancing. He always learned all the newest trends, from harlem shake to the woah to the floss to literally all the tiktok dances. He says it helps him control his body better and the people around him stopped commenting on it.

But YOU are his s/o! He’s gotta share his passion with you! So he comes up to you and just asks if you want to learn a tiktok dance with him and you’re like !! because you haven’t told him you’re a dancer yet, but you also kinda suspected he might know (he doesn’t). But he doesn’t act like he does at all, so you just go with it, even though you still know the dance. But he’s just so excited and cute when he explains it to you and you have a lot of fun doing it so you just keep quiet and enjoy the time.

When it comes to the filming you just dance along and your boyfriend just stops in shock because you move like 10x better than every other person he’s ever seen doing this dance? He freezes and stares as you continue dancing, not noticing Yuuji literally beaming at you.

When you’re done he tackles you to the ground and places so many kisses to your face and you just giggle because it tickles so much, but at the same time you don’t really know what’s going on. “Y/N! You never told me you could dance so well!” And then you just laugh and press him close to you.

Afterwards you just show him your videos and he feels so dumb he never recognized you. But he literally thinks you’re the coolest person on the planet and he insists to always come to the dance studio with you and be there when you dance and he can watch you. But he can’t resist himself and just joins you and let me tell you - homeboy can DANCE. He’s so good! You make him join in your videos and it’s just such a blast for both of you!

Gets all touchy with you while dancing, presses kisses to your hands or pulls you close to him which always catches you by surprise and gets you flustered. Also he’s a show-off, too! Whenever he meets someone he just pulls out his phone and brags about how he dances with you while showing videos, everyone hates him for it but they never say it out loud lol

The best dancing partner! 12/10!

Lev Haiba:

When you two get into a relationship he wants to know everything about you, okay? EVERYTHING. And you love his enthusiasm and excitement about everything, it makes your feel very loved and adored. But you think that maybe you should keep something to yourself. Well, at least for the beginning.

So weeks would pass and he still didn’t find out. He noticed how sometimes you’re absent in the afternoon and you never tell him where you go, but he trusts you, not thinking much of it. And frankly you enjoyed having dancing to yourself still, but not long after he finds out.

You’re both chilling at your place and after a while you get up to go the toilet and Lev is just scrolling through social media until he comes across a video you were tagged in by a friend. At first he didn’t think much of it but then he came to realize that that’s you right there! Surely it is! That’s your hair and your face, your body moving along to the music perfectly!

He’s so stunned he can’t move and just replays the video over and over again in denial. When you return you find him still sitting on your bed, eyes wide as he looks down on his phone. “Lev?” You approach him carefully, but his head shoots up immediately when you say his name, and there still is amazement written all over his face. He just turns his phone around so you can see what he was watching and you kinda hve to smile seeing it. You planned on telling him soon, anyway. “Y/N! Why didn’t you tell me?” He pouts and puts his phone down.

You giggle and move closer to him, placing your head on his chest while stroking his face, just the way he loves it. “I’m sorry my love. I wanted to tell you, eventually. But I never got the right chance.” He still sulks for a little while until he jumps up and begs you to show him some of your favorite dances. That’s how you both end up having a legendary afternoon where he joins you with the dancing eventually, both of you just moving along in a silly manner, laughing your asses off and just falling in love with each other deeper.

He’s so excited about all of this! Most supportive boyfriend at events, not that much of a showoff since he respects your wish of not that many people knowing about it (though he would really like to brag to his members about you, because he thinks you’re so cool!)

Not that much of a great dancer because he’s so lanky and sometimes he looks like slenderman moving around, but you love him nontheless!

He’s got the spirit!

[cha-lyn]

Milk & Eggs - Thirteen

Farmer!Bucky x Reader

Words: 2434

Summary: Small Town /Farmer Bucky AU // Reader leaves the city to go live with her grandma. She meets an attractive farmer and, no, they don’t hit it off.

Warnings:  fluff and some angst. tiny baby farm life.

A/N:  It’s been a minute..... 🙃 thanks for sticking around guys..  As always I love the feedback/likes/reblogs 💛 i have the next the next two chapters done so it won’t be another 6 months lol

Master List // Previous Chapter  // Next Chapter

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The next morning you wake up naked and alone, much to your disappointment. You shiver and pull the single sheet around you. You inhale his smell as you nuzzle into the pillow. On Bucky’s pillow is a sticky note. 

Choring. Be back soon.

You grin, curling up further and deciding to wait for your man in the warm bed instead of venturing out into the cold. Of course, you fall back into a light sleep, the shifting of the bed stirring you awake.

“Good morning beautiful,” Bucky smiled down at you, pieces of his hair falling down around his face.

“Join me,” you yawn, lifting the sheet and waving him in. 

Bucky shakes his head. “If I get in there who will eat the huge breakfast I just made?” He kisses your forehead and gets up going to his chest of drawers. He tosses you a blue long sleeve t-shirt and starts back downstairs. “Hurry up, it’s gettin’ cold.”

Bucky had indeed prepared a feast. Bacon, pancakes for him, waffles for you, orange juice, hash browns and scrambled eggs. You sit down across from a grinning Bucky, crossing your bare legs, wearing only his t-shirt and your panties.

“That shirt looks good on you.” 

You grab a piece of bacon and grin. “I agree. You might just never see it again.”

Bucky rolls his eyes, “Oh, I almost forgot, the livestock fair is next weekend. You still wanna go with me?” You nod, mouth already full of waffle. Bucky grins, stuffing his face, too.

As you rinsed the last glass, Bucky traps you in his arms, “Do you have to go bake now?” He sounded pitiful.

“I have a few minutes before I have to leave… Why what were you wanting to do?” You couldn’t suppress your smirk. Bucky’s rough hands slip under his own soft t-shirt. “Stop teasing,” you whine.

He scoffs, “You’re the one the that’s teasing. Skippin’ around my house in nothin’ but my t-shirt. Not even any pants on,” his lips brushing your ear, making you shiver. 

You turn to face him, “Well. What do you want to do about it Buck?” 

He snaps your hips towards him, “Just take you back upstairs. Ya know.. Help you change outta this.” 

“Yes, that does sound like a two person job. What are you waiting for then?” 

Bucky wasted no time dropping his hands to your thighs to pick you up and carry you straight back to his bedroom, giggling and kissing the whole way up.

-

The next week went by fast. You were busy at the bakery and Bucky was busy training the already hired Sam at the ranch. There had been some logistical issues--Sam accepted the job, but was struggling to find a place to live. You talked Bucky into letting Sam stay at his house while he looked. The pros of that were that Sam is absolutely hilarious and a great cook. The con was that you didn’t get to walk around with no pants on anymore. 

Friday rolled around and as you rolled out fondant at the shop, the front bell rang. You peek around the corner, eyes falling on a gorgeous man covered in dirt.

“Hey slick.”

“Hey stranger.”

“Stranger? You saw me this morning.” Bucky leaned on the counter.

You leaned in to meet him, giving him a kiss, smelling the faint smells of dirt, sweat and coffee. “Was that this morning? Feels like days ago.”

“We didn’t get much sleep last night. Which is why,” out of nowhere a coffee cup appears, “I thought I’d stop by and bring you some caffeine.” Your face almost broke from smiling so hard. “And to remind you that we have to leave at 7am tomorrow.”

Your face fell and your eyes narrowed. 

“You don't have to go, doll, really,” he reasoned. “It’s just a bunch of stinky animals.”

“Ugh, no I want to, I just want to go later,” you whine as you put a bear claw in a bag for him.

Bucky laughed as he stood to leave. “Sorry, no can do. We will stop for coffee on the way, though, promise. Bring your chorin’ boots when you come tonight, auctions tend to be muddy places.”

“Look at you assuming I’m coming over tonight.”

Bucky raised his eyebrows. “Damn, lack of sleep makes you sassy. Don’t worry, I'll sleep on the couch-- let you get plenty of sleep tonight to make up for the last.” You scoff at him as he wiggles his eyes, hand already in the togo bag. “Thank you! See you tonight,” he leaves with a wink. 

-

Bucky has you up at 6:30 am the next morning. You're dressed and upright, but not really awake. Sam was up, cracking jokes at the ungodly hour and trying to break your scowl as he flipped pancakes and scrambled his eggs. You and Bucky don’t actually leave until 7:08 because of your sluggish ass. (You’d forgotten where you left your boots and then misplaced your rain jacket. Miraculously, Bucky fought the scowl threatening to invade his face because you’re fuckin’ cute when you’ve just woke up.)  Despite your moody slowness, Bucky kindly lets you sleep most of the way, waking you up when you're one town away.

“Hey wake up doll,” he reaches over, gently rubbing your shoulder. “C’mon, wake up. We’re close.” As you rub the sleep out of your eyes, Bucky pulls into the drive through of the only Starbucks in a hundred mile area. “You want your usual?”

You nod, “And an extra shot please.” 

Bucky chuckles, ordering your drink perfectly, “I’ve never seen someone sleep so soundly on the road.”

You smile, “I trained myself to sleep in almost every car ride. I used to get really car sick as a kid. Road trips sucked, so I just slept through it. Still do.”

Bucky smiles, handing you a hot coffee and immediately sipping his. “So, the game plan for today is to buy three goats--one billy and two does.” 

“Mmm and a dog.” Bucky raises his eyebrows as he merges back onto the interstate. “You said you might get one to help the herd or something.”

“Yeah, but now I have Sam to help with that.”

You roll your eyes. “If you get a dog maybe I’ll come over more,” you joke.

Bucky laughed, “You’re over all the time, slick. You come over anymore and you’ll have to move in.”

You choked on your sip, hot coffee burning your nose. Bucky’s eyes cut your way, watching you pick at your fingers.

“Uh… That was a joke…” he says unconvincingly. 

You cough out a laugh, just as unconvincing. “Oh good. ‘Cause we barely know each  other…” 

“What do you mean?”

You blink at him, “There’s a lot we don’t know about each other Buck. Like a lot.”

“What better way to get to know each other than living together? Hypothetically,” Bucky shrugged.

You looked at him incredulously. “Whoa. Bucky. We are nowhere near that step,” you scoff.

“I’m just saying hypothetically, but whatever. We’re almost there. To the auction… not where ever you say we aren’t,” he said, voice clipped as he stared straight ahead.

You sense the shift in the truck. You’re not sure how to recover from this, but you don’t have to just yet.

Minutes later, you see a field full of pickups and trailers and behind them, tents and pens and more farm animals in one place than you’d ever seen. Bucky pulls into the field, driving the aisles until he finds a spot.

He turns off the engine. Sighing as he takes off his ball cap, running his hand through his hair and replacing the hat. “Ready?” He shoots you a half smile.

You nod returning it as best you can, “Let’s go find some goats.” But no fuckin’ dogs, you scold yourself mentally.

Turns out you love livestock auctions. Bucky loves them more, of course. He’s giddy at the sight of the first four-legged creature he sees. The awkwardness is forgotten quickly and soon it’s all smiles and rows of baby goats. One in particular that caught your eye.

“He was so cute though! I think you should get him.”

“Well, yes, but you’ve said that about all of them, slick. We’ve got to look around--get the best deal. This is an investment,” he said, finding your hand and pulling you on. The two of you patrolled the aisles, looking for the best goats the place had to offer. You passed several tents with pens of hunting and herding dogs and though every fiber of you wanted to stop and oogle over them, you refrained. You hoped Bucky didn’t notice.

After a while your stomach growled, “Stay here a minute doll.” Bucky disappeared into the crowd leaving you to pet a brown and white speckled kid, who bleats at you everytime you let up. You coo at him and rub the little nubs where his horns are barely sticking out. 

Minutes later, it had begun to mist and Bucky returned with a basket of fries and two hot dogs. You surrender the baby goat back to the pen and find some hand sanitizer.

“Food! You read my mind,” you grab a crunchy fry. 

“Actually, I just heard your stomach,” Bucky notes, chuckling and motioning you under a makeshift pavilion, picnic tables lining the inside of it. The two of you sit across from each other sharing the fries and eating in content silence. Bucky watches you as you happily munch on the fries. Your hair’s adorned with dew beads, some dropping unbothered onto your rain jacket. 

You catch him staring and grin, fry midway to your mouth. 

He grins back. “Do you like it?” he asks, looking out to the acres of animals.

“It’s awesome. I think I’m a goat person now.”

Bucky chuckles and finishes his hot dog. Once you’ve finished yours the two of you do a couple more rounds, Bucky finally choosing the goats he wanted to take home. The goats are paid for and led back to the truck bed where you help Bucky load them into travel crates. They bleat affectionately at you and Bucky.

“They’re so cute,” you sat rubbing one on the forehead. It nuzzles into your hand. 

“Yeah, they are, aren’t they?” Bucky closed the crates. “You ready to go?”

“Of course. I mean you’re in charge. I’m just tagging along.”

Bucky nods. “Let’s go then.” You immediately stretch out when you get in the truck and he chuckles. “Gonna take another nap, slick?”

Your eyes roll. “Now I won't, just to prove a point,” you grin over at him. It’s just eye contact at first, and then it’s not. Then it’s Bucky leaning in and you’re meeting him halfway. His hand creeps up to caress your cheek as he kisses you. He pulls you closer, you bite his lip just hard enough to earn a grin so big it breaks the kiss. 

“You’re something else, Y/N. Truly.” 

“Not me,” you blush. 

His eyes searching yours, looking for an answer. “You really think we barely know each other?” 

You sigh, shaking your head, “No, I just--It’s just early in this.” You motion between the two of you. “It’s still new.”

Bucky nods slowly, pulling at a string on his jacket, “Doesn’t mean I don’t know you though. Or that you don’t know me. You know things about me nobody else knows…” he absent mindedly scratched at his left arm, pausing as the rain picked up outside, tapping away at the roof of the truck. “I know your Starbucks order, for hot days and for cold days. I know your favorite wine. I know you hate baking those mini eclairs but you love eating them.” 

You’re blushing deeply now. “It’s just really soon, Buck. I don’t know if we’re ready for that.” 

Bucky sighs, starting the truck, but leaving it in park. “We might not be completely ready, but I mean… we’re on the way right?”

You bite your lip, blinking at his question. “I don’t--I can’t see the future…” You trial off, extremely unsure of what to say.

Bucky somewhat aggressively shifts into reverse and pulls out of the spot. It’s quiet and tense as he pulls out onto the main road. Neither of you speak for the first 30 or so minutes and you can feel the tension building. You dread this kind of confrontation. 

“If you can’t see a future with me, why do you want to get a dog with me? What are we even doing?”

You scoff, which irritates Bucky, “Maybe the dog thing was an ill-timed joke… I never said I don’t see a future with you, I just said I can’t see it. Like right now. I like you a lot, but this also feels like it’s gone so fast and I--”

“I didn’t think you had a problem with how fast it’s going?” Bucky counters. 

“I never said I did, Buck.” You rub your temples. You recognize the scenery around you, meaning you’re getting close to not being trapped in his truck. “I just like where we are right now. I don’t wanna overthink what we have.”

Bucky is silent for a long while, until he turns into his driveway. “Can you see it changing one day?”

“Bucky…. Why the sudden need for future plans?”

Bucky puts the truck in park as his fingers beat on the steering wheel. “I think about that kinda stuff I guess. Wanna know what we are doing in this… relationship.”

“I thought we did.”

“We do… I just-”

“It’s fine. I need to get home.I haven’t seen Grams all weekend and we gotta get ready for the week.” You hop out of his truck, digging in your purse for your keys.

He rounds the truck as you find them. “Are you mad at me?” 

You look up at him, blue eyes wide with concern. “No.. no. It’s just a lot to think about.” You reach up to fidget with the collar of his shirt, just an excuse to touch him really. It seems to diffuse some of the tension between you. 

Bucky looks down at you, “Okay...”

A small smile breaks. “Well, why don’t you come over for dinner tomorrow? Grams would like to see you.”

Even though it’s not quite what he wanted to hear, Bucky’s eyes brightened. “Tell me when and I’ll be there.” Though you kissed him goodbye slowly, some tension still lingered in his chest. He waved as you pulled away, missing you the moment you were out of sight. 

-- 

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[buckysmischief]

Hey, babydoll

Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warning: okay this whole thing is getting Bucky & Steve high for the first time so if you’re not into reading that, you might not be into this. and if you’re under 18 please don’t read also, @stuckonjbbarnes asked for this after hearing dev & I talk for a minute lol, so this is her fault

Summary: What do you do when you have an opportunity to get Bucky and Steve high for the first time? Say ‘no’? 

Masterlist

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Wednesday nights were special for you and Bucky. You both decided that would be the one night a week you would each have your alone time, it was nice to sit back and enjoy your own company sometimes.

Usually you stay home and catch up on Netflix, take a nice relaxing bath, and end the night getting high on the balcony. Any other day of the week Natasha, Wanda, and Tony would be out here with you, but they understood this was the one night you got to yourself. Bucky would join just to be in your company, but he never showed any interest in smoking so you never asked him if he wanted to try.

It was about 10 pm when you heard Bucky opening the door to your shared suite, he told you earlier that him, Steve, and Sam were going to the opening of some new Sports Bar in Brooklyn. “Hey, YN, I’m home. Steve’s here too.”

“Okay!” you shout, “I’m about to go out on the balcony, you both can join if you want!”

“Join you for what?” Steve asked, leaning against the bedroom door.

“Well I was gonna relax a little with the help of my friend here,” showing him the blunt you rolled earlier that day, “but I don’t think you’re into this kind of thing, you’re still welcome to keep me company.”

“You smoke marijuana?”

“Yes you old man, don’t seem so surprised.” you laugh, walking to meet Bucky on the balcony.

“It’s illegal, YN. Bucky, do you know about this?”

“Yeah, I know. Half the team smokes the stuff.” Did Steve really not know?

You took a moment to figure out your next words carefully, sitting next to both super soldiers. “You know, I’m not the type of person to push anyone to do something they don’t want to do, but I think you both would benefit from getting high.”

Bucky looked at you, eyes full of curiosity, “How so, babydoll?”

“Well, lots of reasons. For one, none of us are on duty tonight so you won’t have to worry about leaving at any moment. But the main thing, at least for me, is it reduces stress, and if you two aren’t the most stressed human beings alive then I’m not sure who is.” you give them both a wink and light the blunt. “But if neither of you want to, that’s totally fine too. Just means more for me.

You pretend not to notice the silent conversation Bucky and Steve are having, each of their eyebrows raising, the slight nods. Truth be told, they could probably read each other's minds.

While in your own little world, you failed to notice the way Bucky studied you. He watched the way you close your eyes while inhaling the smoke, and how peaceful you look when you exhale it.

“H-hey, babydoll..”

“Yeah, babe?”

“Can I try?” he gave you a sexy smirk, the one he knows he can get you to just about anything with.

“Yeah, you just put your lips in this non-lit end and breath it in, pull it into your lungs, and then exhale.” You watch as he followed each step and, as expected, Bucky was coughing for a few seconds. He grabbed your thigh with his vibranium hand and you both began laughing uncontrollably, “You asshole,” he laughs between coughs, “you didn’t say how long until you exhale.”

“My bad, honest. You kinda have to learn it for yourself.” you take the blunt back and sit back in your seat, “So, how do you feel?”

You watch him think about it, but after a few minutes of him staring at the starry night sky you realized just how high he probably was.

Steve must have noticed it too, “So we can’t get drunk, but we can get high?”

After taking another hit, you offer it to Steve, “What do ya say, Captain? Wanna relax for the first time in your life?”

To your surprise, he actually takes it. You watch him study it and remember the steps you told Bucky, who is finally aware he’s about to watch history take place. Captain America smoking weed? Unheard of. But Cap, being the astounding man he is, takes his first hit like he’s been doing it his whole life, causing Bucky to absolutely lose his shit. In retrospect, it should have been the obvious outcome.

After about ten minutes of peaceful silence, Steve starts to laugh harder than you’ve ever heard before. “Can you imagine us doing this in the 30s?” He’s laid back on the furniture at this point, letting himself fully enjoy the moment.

“Man, I would have probably, no, definitely would have had to carry your ass to the nearest hospital, this stuff would have killed you.” Bucky ends with a more serious tone, which caused you and Steve to laugh even harder.

Once everyone calms their laughter, you decide to ask the boys some questions. “Okay so when Nat and Wanda smoke with me we get on Twitter and read what people think of us, mostly things they want to know about us, and answer them out loud to each other. Y’all down?”

“YES!” yells Steve, shooting back up and sitting on the edge of his seat. So this is Steve without the weight of the world on his shoulders?

After Bucky agreed, you began scrolling.

“Alright, first one is for Steve, and I think I’m going to actually tweet your reply cause everyone deserves to know. Do you ever plan on dating or are you already spoken for?”

“Oh I don’t get anything easy? No? Fine,” Steve chuckles, “I don’t have anyone special in my life at the moment, but I’m not opposed to the idea. I just feel like whoever I end up with deserves all of me, and I can’t be that to anyone while I’m out here risking my life everyday as Captain America. And you can tweet that.”

“Awe, that’s so sweet,” Bucky sighed, “alright my turn! Ask me something, this is fun.”

“Okay you impatient baby, What’s the biggest adjustment you’ve made since moving in with the Avengers?”

He thought about it for a moment before he answered, “I guess it’s not having to go to bed at night with one eye open, wondering where the next threat was going to come from. Here I have friends, family, I have you.” putting his hand back on your leg. “We also always have food, let’s go get some.”

Steve gives him a confused look, “We didn’t even eat an hour ago?”

“Okay, and? I’m hungry again, let’s go get food.” He stood up abruptly asking, “Why the fuck haven’t we gotten food!?”

You stand up to face him and wrap your arms around him, “Because you’re not hungry, babe, you’re just high.”  

“What’s the difference, I’m still hungry.” He says as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

Steve then stands up and demands cheesy fries, so the three of you walk to the kitchen and find everything you need. It wasn’t how you imagined getting the pair high for the first time, but it would definitely be a night to remember.

And tell Natasha and Wanda about in the morning.

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[meadow-dusk]

Another Song Shuffle Tag Game

Put your music player on shuffle, and instead of just listing what comes on, you get to personalize it a little bit. If you enjoy, tag some others to keep it going!

SONG #1: Join Together - The Who

1. How old were you when you heard this song for the first time?: ~19? It was around when they played the Super Bowl halftime I think

2. What album is it off of?: I think it was a single..?

3. What genre is it?: classic rock

4. What’s your favorite lyric from this song?: The biggest band you'll find, it's as deep as it is wide

5. Does it remind you of any certain person or event?: Yeah when they played the Super Bowl halftime show

SONG #2: New Blue Moon - Traveling Wilburys

1. Which of your friends would most likely enjoy this song as much as you do?: my sister for SURE

2. Is this band your favorite, or at least one of your favorites?: I love the Wilburys but not a favorite. However, I rarely change them when they come on.

3. What do you think this song is about?: Some lyrics that sounded nice together with some nice guitar licks

4. Have you ever blasted this song in your car?: No but def in earphones

5. Do you own it on CD?: nope

SONG #3: Straight On - Heart

1. What language is this song sung in?: English

2. Have you heard this song on the radio?: Of course

3. How did you discover this song?: on the radio

4. Would you mind if this song was played at your wedding?: Nope

5. Does this song have any cursing in it?: I doubt it wow these were boring questions for this one

SONG #4: You're Not Alone - Big Time Rush

1. How often do you listen to this song?: Like 2x per year? Enough to be like "oh hey I remember this!" but I don't go looking

2. Do you have it on any of your online playlists?: no just liked songs

3. Does this song have a music video?: Probz cause they were a TV boy band

4. Is this a popular song from the band?: idts

5. Is the band popular at all?: unfortunately not

SONG #5: Ladies of the Canyon - Joni Mitchell

1. Have you seen this band live? If so, did they perform this song?: nope but I would not turn down that opportunity! I don't think it's likely tho.

2. Is this a very well-known song? Was it played on the radio?: Not very but that's no excuse for how long it took me to discover it

3. Do any of your friends like this song?: Probably do not know it despite my explaining how relatable it is that one of the characters "may bake some brownies today" and later gathers flowers for her home

4. If you could pair up one historical event with this song, what would you chose?: I mean just the entire Laurel Canyon legacy?

5. Just going by the title, what do you think this song means?: sry you couldn't be there but imagine if you could

SONG #6: I'd Love You To Want Me - Lobo

1. How long have you been listening to this song?: Since 2014?

2. Is this song from the band’s newer or older music?: I have no concept of the Lobo discography

3. Ever heard this song on MTV/Fuse/etc.?: What the heck is fuse

4. If you went up to a random person in the street and mentioned this song, what are the chances they’d know what song it is?: No but I'm that person that's like "it goes like this:.."

5. Are the vocals male or female?: Male

SONG #7: Give Me Love Give Me Peace on Earth - George Harrison

1. What’s better in this song; the vocals or the actual music?: music I think but only barely

2. Do you have this song on your iPod/Zune/MP3 player/whatever?: when is this survey from

3. Do you have this song downloaded onto your computer?: No but I have the album

4. How old is the person who sings this?: Would've been 78 now; he was 30 when this record was released.

5. What instruments are featured in this song?: Most prominently, guitar

SONG #8: You Better Believe It - Small Faces

1. What memories does this song bring back?: learning about the Small Faces and not understanding how they didn't get as popular in the US

2. Was this song produced earlier than 2005?: very much so

3. Is this song leaning more towards rock or rap?: lol THAT's a fun thing to imagine

4. What’s a song that sounds similar to this (think of a band that sounds similar)?: It reminds me of "Cry Like a Baby" by the Box Tops

5. Do you own a band shirt of this band?: No

SONG #9: Return to Sender - Elvis Presley

1. What mood does this song put you in?: a sing-y one

2. Did you ever reference this song for a school paper or in your diary or anything?: every SINGLE time that mail comes back undeliverable bc I am only human

3. How can you relate to this song?: Not literally but who cares

4. Do you know all the lyrics to it?: A good proportion

5. Who got you into the band that sings this song?: Probably from watching the Beatles Anthology

SONG #10: Girls on Film - Duran Duran

1. What country does the band who sings this originate from?: UK

2. Ever heard this song live? How does it sound compared to the CD version?: I think so actually! It was mediocre

3. One instrument that really stands out in this song?: That lens cap soundbite that drove my first dog ~crazy when it came on once

4. Can you play this song on any instruments? If so, which ones?: I can sing it

5. Do any of your family members know this song?: all of them bc this CD got played a lot on the way to swim meets

source: surveyjunkie

tagging @chrysochromulina, @moptopper, @rick-s147, @ratherbewithmydog and as usual anybody that sees this can join in!

[grimweathers]

tagged by @shmazarov​ ! honestly enjoying these v much, thank you for the tag

rules: answer 30 questions and tag others

name/nickname: river—was initially just trying it out but i think i will be sticking with it! 

gender: nonbinary baybieeeee

star sign: sagittarius sun / capricorn moon, i tend to identify more with my cap moon tbh

height: 5′7″

time: 1:48 pm

birthday: dec 9 

favorite bands: taking a look through my music and wow i actually... do not listen to a lot of bands anymore! a tribe called quest and talking heads are the ones i listen to regularly though. i will also have a place in my heart for fall out boy til the day i die probably lol. i imprinted on them when i was like 12, it’s not my fault!

favorite solo artists: otis redding, nina simone, mitski, whitney houston, hozier, st. vincent, janelle monae, etta james, maggie rogers (etc. etc.)

song stuck in your head: lmao it’s a song from a tiktok actually—https://www.tiktok.com/@tomcardy/video/6942336772818980097

last movie you watched: in the heights! what a delight

last show: loki—i have designated it as my “dinner show” because i simply do not have the attention span to binge things anymore

when did you create this blog: oh boy uh... probably 2010 or so?? yikes

what do you post: it really comes down to: the magicians, cute animals, and art

last thing googled: ao3 floating comment box extension thing (i can now use this because i have an actual laptop now!)

other blogs: i went through a whole Thing in the early 2010s where i made a buuuuunch of sideblogs to save usernames that i thought i was gonna use but i never did. and now i can’t delete them because i do not remember the password lol

do you get asks: only when i do one of those ask memes!

why you chose your url: it was before i came back to tumblr for the magicians... i was mostly into captain america at the time but could not find an available cap-related username lmao so i went with something from one piece. i have been trying to change my url to my ao3/discord name but tumblr claims it is taken (it is not)

following: i don’t know and i don’t feel like checking lmao. i’m fairly certain most of them are from my earlier tumblr days and are now inactive though

followers: honestly, same as the above

average hours of sleep: ever since i got my dog (who promptly gets up around 5:30am everyday), maybe like... 6 :( i need ~8 to properly function so it’s not good! 

instruments: the only one i currently own is a guitar, but i can play piano and i played flute in middle school. was also part of the percussion section in high school marching band (love me a good marimba)

what are you wearing: tank top + underwear lol. it’s hot! 

dream job: ugh god i don’t know. tattoo artist maybe? that could be cool.

dream trip: hmmm i’d love to hit up korea as an adult! the last time i went i was in kindergarten lol. japan would be neat too

favorite food: i think i gotta go with galbi (korean short rib bbq). but i am always down for pad thai or bolognese pasta

nationality: americ*n 😔 

favorite song: uhhHHHH “i shall be released,” nina simone’s version is my go-to answer 

last book read: currently reading “detransition, baby” (i am very behind the book club schedule because i got a little overwhelmed), but the last one i actually finished was “winter’s orbit” by everina maxwell. i liked it a lot! i was expecting a sorta frothy gay romance with some vague sci-fi plot in the background, but the main focus was actually like a sci-fi political intrigue mystery, and the romance felt like a b-plot a bit. not what i was expecting, but enjoyable nonetheless

top three fictional universes you’d like to live in: this is difficult! maybeeee harry potter post-voldemort but all the other ones that i can think of are... kinda terrible!   

tagging: @tothevines @yourtinseltinkerbell @akisazame @jessalae @honeybabydichotomy @highkingpenny if you want! 

[kingsephir]

Interview tag from @viohra He said if I read it I was tagged so here we are ;))

Nickname: Thirtyfour, Thirty, Thursday, Leon, Stephan.

Pronouns: She/her

Star sign: Taurus Gemini cusp

Height: 155cm or 5’1”

Time currently: 20:47

Birthday: May 19th

Favourite bands: The Glitch Mob, Rammstein, ALEX, Sidewalks and Skeletons, Johnny Cash, Billie Eillish, Priest, And One, Depeche Mode, Michael Jackson (it’s all over the place i know lol)

Favourite solo artists: Hozier, Till Lindeman, Andy Biersack (when he is more melodic), also if any of the above is a solo artist. Idk who’s a solo artist and who’s a band 😅

Song stuck in my head: uhh i don’t have a russian keyboard so here’s a screen cap:

Last movie watched: oh god I can’t remember it’s been weeks. I think it was the To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before (the third movie) it was cute :))

Last show binged: I’m watching Breaking Bad rn but I only binge it somedays. I watched almost a full season in two days but then it’s taken another three weeks to watch the next two seasons lol.

When I created my blog: Oh shoot idk... I know it was in the summer when I was in highschool so June or July 2012 or 2013?

Last thing googled: oh noooo. “What to say when japanese people ask you about hiroshima JET” there was no answer. So if any of YOU have any ideas please tell me. 🥲

Other blogs: a reference blog called thursdaynoreference, a black and gold themed blog velvetandgolddust, my art theprayinghandsof34, a very old blog that I don’t update bc now i just have a tag for it (original posts) theoriginalthursday, a translation blog I don’t really use (yet??) 34translates, and a blog for when I am panicking and I need something to transport me somewhere else 34plusplacestobe.

Why I chose my URL: some of it is in my actual name, I’m semi religious, I vibe with being a female king. Queen just doesn’t suit me imo. And my online name has been 34 for many many years. My irl dnd group named me it first as a joke and I ended up loving being called a number. Also, pray for me if that is something you do. <3 So: pray4king34

Do you get asks: not really but when I do it’s bc a few of you sent numbers for an ask game that I forget to tag to reference later and I never end up answering them I’m so sorry 😭😭 I’m gonna tag my ask games and answer your questions next time I swear.

How many people you follow: holy shit i’ve never looked. It’s 5000 exactly LOL. BOI do I need to clear it out. Only like 100 of you actually post 😭

How many people follow you: 708 I didn’t realize I passed 700 either! Nice :D

Average hours of sleep: 8 or 9. I don’t wake for anything so I just sleep when I’m tired and wake when I’m awake. Usually 1am to 10am but lately i’ve been waking up to my alarm at 8:30 to study at 9am. But I don’t really watch when I sleep.

Lucky number: 34! And 411 (because of a kingdom hearts ship) and 11 bc that’s when I found out I was actually insane.

Instruments: Violin for 13 years (don’t let that fool you I am not good and I do not like it) Piano but not very good and self taught. I can kinda sing?

What I’m wearing right now: My fiancé’s T-shirt that he had when he was 12 that I though looked really cool. It’s black with a white and tan stripe on the chest. It’s kinda big on me and it’s tucked into a black midlength skirt. (Which I wear a black midlength skirt most everyday lol)

Dream job: translator, ai programmer, maybe something in robotics?

Dream trip: Ireland and England or Turkey.

Favourite food: Spaghetti and hot wings. Always has been, always will be.

Favourite song: I don’t have a single favourite but here’s some that really resonate with me:

Rosenrot by Rammstein

Stein um Stein by Rammstein

The clouds breathe for you by The Glitch Mob

Lowtide by O’death

Vaudeville by Preist

Please by Blanck Mass

Raf by Deeperise

Everything at once by Lenka

Bad Guy by Billie Eilish

Top 3 fictional universes to live in:

Blade Runner

Tolkien

Harry Potter

Who I’m tagging: @czbeans @chispie @xthedeadkingx @bentolover @vixenargentum and whoever else wants to! (Pls feel free- or not 😅)

[ebonyheartnet]

Potion of Can’t Forget Breakfast

Sometimes you figure out how to make sure you have breakfast and are happy. Sometimes you accidentally drink your caffeinated breakfast before bed. Sometimes you write up the recipe hours ahead of schedule because you can’t sleep anyways, so might as well.

Equipment:

Vacuum insulated thermos that keeps shit cold for over 12 hours

Blender/spinning blade thing for chopping food

Measuring cup/utensils of some kind

Big ass bowl

Fine mesh strainer

Optional Cheesecloth for straining if texture is a big deal for you

Optional funnel for getting potion into thermos

Ingredients:

1 part rolled oats

4 parts liquid; some mix of juice and water works best

Bag of tea that makes you feel awake with tag and any staples removed (caffeine not necessary but optional)

Best to use only a pinch of salt, but whatever makes you happy I guess

Ice cubes to taste (or less taste lol, but seriously you need at least a few)

Directions:

Gather all your shit

Double check you actually gathered all your shit, please, you will be really sad otherwise and I don’t want you to be sad

Oats go in chopping machine with your juice + salt; blend at max speed for 30 to 40 seconds

Strain into big ass bowl; if using cheesecloth you’ll be lining the strainer with that first before wringing it out

Transfer your potion into the thermos, add tea bag and ice cubes to finish before capping it

You can now keep your potion in your backpack overnight so you don’t forget your breakfast, and it’s safe to drink until after it stops being cold

I used 3 cups of apple juice w/ 1 cup of water, 1 cup of oats, and Irish breakfast tea. It’s pretty good, and I accidentally drank half before I remembered Caffeine, which is why you get this recipe now instead of later.

You could also totally do this with the same ratio of cooked rice instead of oats, blending it for at least 1 minute with no straining, but I like oats much better. Technically, you could also do this with dairy + sugar to taste but, my friend, I advise against it. If you forget a thermos w/ this recipe for like a month, you’ll obviously have to soak it but it should be okay. Dairy, however, will make a stink bomb* as soon as it starts rotting, and it will be pressurized. Seriously, don’t do it.

If you liked this, please reblog to help out other folks, and feel free to check my blog description to leave me a tip on ko-fi! :D

*Relative experience: 5 younger siblings and 7 years in childcare as of 2020

[whatthefuuuuuuccckkkk]

okay this is my last post I know I'm being very annoying and I hate to clog the tag but I just have to scream into the void for a while if you disagree or you're annoyed with me please just scroll past this rant thank you

- the hitman plot. god. we all hate that shit. what I realllllly hate is how long and drawn out it is. should've been one episode tops, like when dean tried it. I want to say, that obviously it's not gonna work bcz it would be stupid to kill off the character carrying the entire show, but at this point maybe they are gonna kill him off??? idfk. maybe it's a punishment for all the people (everyone) who like him. truthfully the whole "murder is our only way out of this" attitude is disappointing and seemingly out of character for all of the girls. Boomer attacked annie and they let him fuckin live. They knew he was a fuckin rapist piece of shit, and a regular piece of shit too, but couldn't kill someone. But apparently killing someone beth, at one point, felt some typa way about...smh..apparently that is A ok and they don't even explore other options or feel the least bit guilty?? even when they "mourned" boomer it was more about marion than him. But rio and his whole ass innocent child are not a thought at all??? Wild. Truly. Also....what do they think will happen?? If I were a gang leader's right hand the first person I would check upon seeing my boss get murdered would probably be the person who tried to murder him last time lmao. Do they really think they would get away with it? Even if they didnt get caught, they wouldnt be off the hook. Surely mick would just keep things going, with even less leeway. And what happens when their illegal activities bite them in the ass when Rio is gone? Who are they gonna blame everything on? Who is gonna clean up their mess? No one. And this whole "I'm not doing it, wait yes I am, wait no I'm not, wait I'm gonna do it" thing the hitman is doing is...not it. I'm assuming were gonna get an explanation about how he knew that this was a crime of passion (lol)

-beth beth beth......you know there is a theory floating around that she has serious ptsd and I actually would love to see that explored but that shit ain't happening lol. I'm tired of feeling like I'm analyzing her character. At what point is it too much. She's hard to read but I think it has crossed the line over complex and ventured into poor characterization. She's gotten chances and chances and I'm tired. And dean. God I'm tired. I feel like all season I've been watching beth do the same thing, play good wifey, risk her (and Annie's and Ruby's) life by doing stupid shit..and that's basically it. Face some fckn consequences for your actions please. Take some responsibility. I feel like the show is showing us inklings of...something...bubbling underneath the surface but it's not our job to fill in the blanks or interpret shit. I do not work for nbc. I'm not getting paid for this. What is this girl thinking trying to get rio to invest in hot tubs (bless her calling dean an idiot. fuck this show for making him suddenly a good salesman) while trying to kill him. Does she think he dies and suddenly she owns it?? Makes zero sense. Also unpopular opinion i dont like that she caused a scene with the pool ball. Like....of course he isnt listening to you....you shot him...3 times....then stole from him....and have been screwing him over repeatedly.

-dean just....no. I understand that beth has so much going on in her life right now that divorce isn't exactly on her mind and dean is the last trace she has left of a normal life so shes holding onto it for dear life.....actually no. I do not know if any of that is actually true or if I'm just interpreting wrong. Because the subtext and editing and parallels and all that would be fine and dandy but not when that's all the show is at this point. If dean cheating yet again is not gonna make beth leave him, nothing will. I want his screentime to be 30 seconds and nothing more.

-im just not invested in the boland children. Annie and ruby have both struggled real bad, but beth, the one in the deepest, has 4 children who are somehow unaffected by this?? Not to mention the whole divorce, wait never mind, oh look a gang leader hanging out with mommy again, oh look our house is empty, type stuff happening. Beth's kids should be going through it but for some reason they arent? Maybe it's because child labor laws or something lol.

- rio. At this point I'm rooting for him for than anything. But I genuinely do not know why he hasnt killed beth. She's proven herself to be more of a liability than an asset and I just cannot understand why he hasnt killed her. Unless it's the whole "feelings" route, which wouldve made him look dumb, but made sense based on what we were given. This is actually the direction I thought the season was going but now it just seems like he is a bad businessman lol. Obviously she cant die for the sake of the show, but its like they didnt even try to make it make sense. He definitely knows about the hitman btw. I dont really blame him for anything he's done with beth so far. He robbed her in retaliation. He had to cut her off when she started acting shady. 🤷‍♀️ he let's her get away with too much tbh. It's a shame that this character isnt being utilized. Its like they are banking on this mysterious aura to keep working, but we are 3 seasons in and it's a little old now. I personally think that they just don't know what to do with him now. Also can I point out how dumb he looks showing beth that he is doing business at the carwash, why would he give her more information than she needs when he is suspicious of her? I cant tell if I was happy with how unphased he looked about her outburst or if I wish he checked her.

-mick. Did his side plot with beth die? How does it seem like this show simultaneously moves through plots every episode but is also stuck in the same one for the entire season? I also think mick is not being utilized. As funny as it is for him to be a built in 3rd wheel all the time, they could do so much more. Like can you imagine if beth mouthed off or fucked up and mick checked her? The possible ways a plot like that could go...untapped potential.

-ruby. Ah...I remember when I thought her and stan's fight was dragging for too long. Miss those days. See even tho ruby and stan seem to have the same issue over and over it's not the same story. Pen cap, new job, sarah stealing, all the same fight, but with different stories. And it really seems like Ruby's always going through it but I appreciate the variety. Stan's storyline has been interesting but I dont know how much it relates to the central plot. Sarah....great. that actress is so talented and even tho shes an attitude machine (what preteen is not) i just love her scenes. Harry seems to be missing a lot. The hills are the only part I seem to enjoy anymore. Really wish the show would explore why ruby seems to be the one who keeps getting caught up with the law...I wonder what it could be....what is different about her..hm...

- annie. Backtracked so much. Wish she had a single plot that didnt revolve around men. Now shes trying to cheat on her GED. Where's the snark? Where's the wit? It seems like all she is now is a codependent insecure mess. And I'm tired of this fuckass therapist. I thought her study montage was gonna end in a "she didnt need anyone but family (:" lesson but it did not for whatever reason. I thought by bringing a therapist into the show it was gonna give us more of a look at Annie's and Beth's upbringing and relationship. Or help annie work through her issues, the boomer thing too. Or maybe lead to Beth's ptsd diagnosis. Therapy could've helped move the plot forward or help the characters grow, but it's doing the opposite of that. If its not contributing to the main plot, what is its purpose? To give annie yet another terrible love interest?

To summarize....I hate it here.