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leverage-ot3 · 4 years ago

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notable moments from The Three Days of The Hunter Job

leverage 2.05

hunt for the truth = fox news

you can’t change my mind, sorry

- - - - -

Nate: Here's what we can do. We can probably get you enough money to save the house and pay for medical bills--

Sarah: We aren't interested in money, Mr. Ford. This woman took my father's self-esteem. She took his reputation. She took his good name. That's what he needs back.

someone needs to make a compilation of their clients being noble as hell

- - - - -

Sophie: I wanna take the lead on this one. I wanna do what you do.

Nate: Yeah, listen, I know breakups can be very difficult, Sophie.

Sophie: Whoa. No, that's not what this is about.

Nate: I know that you have this need to be in control right now, you know.

Sophie: I don't have any such need.

Nate: But you can't project that onto the con.

Sophie: Excuse me? This, coming from the man who spent an entire year drunk, working out his obsessive vengeance on every dimwit in a suit who happened to cross our line of vision.

Nate: Hey, you put some thought into that one, didn't you?

Sophie: You know, I'm not tryin' to control the universe just because some guy dumped me. I-I appreciate the concern. I just, I need a new challenge.

Nate: Okay. (hands Sophie the files) This is your job.

Sophie: Thanks. Now, let's go get this bitch. (walks away)

Nate: Oh, boy

fucking get rekt nate you’re the literal last one to talk

- - - - -

huh nate is wearing flannel in this one

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Sophie: Exactly. And then to protect themselves, they issue an apology to Mr. Pennington and then they throw Monica Hunter into the jaws of the very media machine that she bent to her own malicious will.

Parker: Wow. I gotta say, Sophie's briefings are much more dramatic.

Eliot: And poetic.

parker and eliot are cute

- - - - -

Sophie: But we can sell a story that commands respect. A story that she's gonna chase to get the respect she craves. Hm? Pack your bags, everyone. We're going to D.C. to make news.

(everyone continues sitting, looking uncomfortable)

Nate: That's when you wanna...

Sophie: I wanna do that bit again. Pack your bags, everyone. We're going to D.C. to make news. (leaves room)

Nate: She's walking into the closet

SOPHIE ITS OKAY YOU DONT NEED TO GO IN THE CLOSET

- - - - -

Parker: I got the pass. Easy.

Sophie: Parker, we went over this.

[Exterior Studio]

Sophie: You're not supposed to take it. Get caught with it.

Parker: I don't know how to get caught.

Sophie: Yeah, I know it's difficult to steal badly. Just, just try

- - - - -

Monica (grabs Parker): Hey. Hey. I will have you arrested for trespassing if you do not tell me what you are doing here.

Parker: Technically, you can't have me arrested for trespassing because you don't own the station.

Sophie: Parker, tell her the story

parker: TRY ME BITCH

- - - - -

hardison doing crazy tinfoil hat guy is iconic

+ parker and hardison’s high five and “that’s what I’m talkin about!” ADORABLE

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Parker: Eliot, these conspiracies aren't real, right?

Eliot: What do you mean?

Parker: Like that one over there that says all the major wars of the past 50 years were ordered by members of The Council.

Eliot: Parker, I'm not at liberty to discuss that with you. (walks away)

Parker: You're not a member of The Council, are you? Eliot? Is he?

Nate: Oh, I don't know. (walks away)

Parker: Huh? Uh, Nate, is he?

parker looked so vulnerable asking it and eliot’s just like,,, imma fuck with her LMFAO

also this is another chaotic ot3 scene that I’d die for

- - - - -

eliot taking the general’s id with his pencil and handing it off to hardison? SMOOTH AS FUCK

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Parker: But what if he won't talk to us?

Monica: Then we celebrate.

Parker: Celebrate?

Monica: Denial means guilt. Refusal means more guilt. Punch out my cameraman, and I'll kiss you on the mouth.

Camera Man: Mm-hm.

parker: 👀👀👀

- - - - -

parker gets hit with a car ,,, how many times in this series does she get hit with a car ??

- - - - -

monica’s face when she sees parker get hit by a car is LITERALLY the exact same as the surprised pikachu face

bruh imagine you see this happening ,,, like a girl get hit by a car, a suit running out, grabbing stuff of her body, then running away ???

her playing dead on the ground for a hot minute before “waking up”, dusting herself off and walking away ???

- - - - -

Hardison: Move. Don't stop. Come on.

Monica: They ran her over.

Hardison: I know, but we gotta go. Security cameras, the ATM cameras, the traffic cameras. We're always being watched. Just put your head down. Act natural.

Monica: Why are you dressed like a mailman?

Hardison: Invisible man, mailman, nobody notices the mailman. He blends right in. Just like a circus clown.

- - - - -

Parker: We totally went to the moon.

Eliot: Movie sets. I've seen 'em. They're outside of Albuquerque.

Parker: Why would there still be sets there?

Eliot: Because they're gonna reuse 'em for the Mars mission. Repaint it all red.

her bumping shoulders with eliot and leaning on him? the casual intimacy that nourishes my S O U L

- - - - -

Sophie: She has to have corroboration from her own sources. She has to craft the narrative. Monica Hunter has to be the author of her own personal nightmare.

Nate: Do I sound that creepy when I...?

Eliot: Hell yes.

Parker: Mm-hm.

Nate: Really?

Eliot: You do

- - - - -

Sophie: The only question is whether Hardison guessed her sources right.

Hardison: G-guess? Guess?

Sophie: Well, you know.

Hardison: Woman, my name Alec Hardison. I do not guess, OK? Look, journalists, they're lazy. They always go back to the same sources. I compared Monica Hunter's stories for the last ten years and created a heuristic model based on her sources. I-I filtered by story type, priority and evidentiary chain. Look, (pulls up info on laptop) sex scandal: 87 percent chance she goes to these sources. Serial killer scare: 90 percent she contacts these sources for confirmation. Government secrets and health scare intersects: Ninety-five percent chance she goes to these sources. Look, look. Right there. She's emailing them right now. Look.

- - - - -

Hardison: Get me out of here.

Sophie: Yeah, I'm working on it.

Parker (comes out of back room pulling on jacket): I'm on it.

Sophie: No, no, no, no, no, you cannot go. You're dead. Monica Hunter sees you and the whole con is blown.

Parker: Right

PARKER WAS R E A D Y TO GO IN AFTER HIM WE LOVE A PROTECTIVE OT3

- - - - -

Hardison: Damn the con. I'm a black man caught on an Army base with a video camera. I am going to jail forever.

the realest part of the show

- - - - -

Hardison: Eliot, get me everything you can on a Lieutenant Abbot.

[Apartment]

Hardison: Just-just do what I taught you.

Eliot (typing on laptop): Now, the "http" thing comes before—

[Interrogation Room 2]

Eliot: --the "www-dot," right?

Hardison: Eliot!

[Apartment]

Eliot: Which one's the forward slash?

Sophie: Oh, come on.

[Interrogation Room 2]

Hardison: It ain't the time, Eliot. It ain't the time.

[Apartment]

Eliot: It's not fun when you're hanging out there in the wind and there's a dude behind a laptop cracking jokes, is there?

Parker: (holding a gas mask over her face before looking over it) I like it when we switch jobs. It's exciting

someone PLEASE make an eliot-being-bad-at-technology compilation I’m begging

also it’s officially canon that hardison tries teaching eliot about technology

- - - - -

Eliot: No, that's everything on this guy.

Lieutenant: Sir, I need to know why you're on this base.

Hardison: Yes. Why am I on this base?

Lieutenant: I'm asking you.

Hardison: No, I'm asking you. Why am I on this base? Why am I in this room?

Lieutenant: So I can ask you questions.

Hardison: Or maybe it's so I can ask you questions, Lieutenant Kyle Abbot, Social Security 823-24-6270?

Lieutenant: I don't know what you're up to.

Hardison: Maybe you’re not cleared to know. Two disciplinary actions? That one in Germany? Maybe you're just too much of a security risk.

(lieutenant goes to leave and Hardison slams his fist on the table)

Hardison: Did I say you could leave?

(lieutenant swallows nervously)

T H I S

S C E N E

T H O

- - - - -

[Army Base Gate]

Nate: Not gonna work.

Eliot: It's all in the salute, man.

[Apartment]

Sophie: Just work the stars and bars. Nobody wants to--

[Army Base Gate]

(a soldier moves to the side of the car and leans in, saluting Nate)

Sophie: --look a general in the eye.

Nate: Uh, good form soldier. As you were.

Soldier: Clear.

(the gate goes up and Nate pulls into the base, parking near a building. He gets out of the car and walks toward the door)

- - - - -

Nate: We hunt for the truth through many dark places. (approaches Monica menacingly) I am a patriot, Ms. Hunter. I'm sorry. (to Eliot) Earl.

(Monica takes a can of pepper spray from her purse and sprays it in Nate’s face, driving him back. She runs out the door as he groans in pain. Eliot goes to pat his back)

Eliot: Good thing Parker switched that with water.

Nate: Didn't! Didn't switch. (they both start coughing)

LMFAO

- - - - -

Monica: My friends, this is the enemy. Our water has been poisoned.

(an aide spits out a mouthful of water)

JFNSKDKEJWJNFJ

- - - - -

(Eliot is cutting vegetables while Nate opens a bottle of wine and Hardison swirls orange soda in a wine glass)

hardison is literally swirling his neon orange soda in a wine glass as eliot cooks actual food for the fam I CANNOT

- - - - -

Parker (holds up photo): Loch Ness Monster.

Hardison: Loch Ness submarine.

Parker: No!

Eliot: Scottish waters are cold and deep. It's a perfect place to test.

Parker (holds up photo): Area 51.

Eliot: True.

Hardison: False.

Eliot: That's true.

Hardison: False. She said Area 51, 51.

Eliot: I'm sorry. False. Area 52.

Hardison: Been there.

Eliot: Yep

I’m crying the ot3 was top tier chaotic this entire episode and parker was having A Time™ with all these conspiracies

someone make a compilation of these scenes overlayed with the wii music. pls.

#leverage #leverage 2.05 #leverage 2x05 #the three days of hunter job #leverage season 2 #season 2 #notable moments #mine

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hyliansnsfwblog · 4 years ago

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What do you think gaster’s kinks are?

okokok i put off answering this for too long bc ITS SUCH A GOOD QUESTION i wanted 2 giv a longer response bc,,, my good sir w. d. gaster is REALLY into some things that sometimes make sans (or whoever his partner is) probably a Little nervous at times loL

(response is somewhat ns /fw so it’s going under the cut for ppl who are 18+ ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ )

for one, gaster is a HUGE sadist. like he looooves causing pain and seeing the effects of it, and i say this across almost all interpretations of him. like in the experiment au (referring to the one i write bc there are endless interpretations of experiment AUs lol) obviously he Loves causing sans pain and goes out of his way to do so, sometimes even outside of planned tests/experiments. in the vampire gaster AU, even if it's a Good version of gaster, if his instinct takes over while he's feeding and he notices the person he's feeding from is in pain/starts to struggle against him, it makes it Harder for him to stop himself and regain control of his actions bc the Literal Predator in him enjoys the pain he causes :'D. and fiNALLY if it's a more Normal version of gaster where he's a sweetheart, he still,,, secretly likes it, but ofc he only indulges in it in consensual contexts in that case lol, and he also feels a lil bit self-conscious about it. (i know you didn't ask for sanster headcanons lol but) sans totally loves indulging gaster's sadistic side, and will really play up any sort of pain gaster causes him 'cause he knows gaster loves it so much. afterwards there's definitely times where gaster gets like REALLY self-conscious about being a sadist because a part of him can't deny that he's Really Concerned about Just How Much he loved seeing sans in so much pain oOPS but luckily he's a sweetheart with self-control so it's not like it ever becomes a problem (at least pre-DT before he loses his sanity but hey *casually inserts link to Fool Me Once here* that's another discussion right)

kind of going along with the sadism here But More Intensely Perhaps, i feel like gaster's really into CNC ("consensual non-consent") roleplay, but he's always certain that his partner is well-aware of how to stop him, and probably makes sure there are Multiple safe words/signals to get him to stop. of course if gaster is Not a sweetheart/Normal Person, this is a lot more fucked up because he doesn't care about the "consensual" part,,, see also: experiment AU ᕕ( ᐕ )ᕗ

idk if it counts as A Kink exactly but size differences are another thing he Appreciates A Lot, like,,, not the extremeness of macro/micro so much as He Enjoys Being Naturally Twice Sans’ Size :’D and I knoW IM talkin abt things I Write Specifically a bit here, buT. experiment!sans in particular is much Smaller than sans usually is (he’s a full-grown adult but gaster,,, does not feed him well enough. and the trauma he goes through means his soul is a lot weaker than a Normal sans’ would be, so his soul wouldn’t be able support a larger body either way 😭) and gaster from that au Loves how small he is and how that makes him feel like he has even More power over him ;~; BUT him enjoying his Size Advantage is true with all gasters, just in other cases its more Healthy than in the experiment AU i write about :’D

off-handedly i’m also gonna say i feel like probably Some Versions Of Gaster have a bit of a daddy kink (both ways actually, being called and calling someone), but personally that’s not a kink i’m too compfy with so i don’t think on it much and don’t rly include that in what i write usually ᕕ( ᐕ )ᕗ

ANYWAYS tht is all i can think of for this rn, this was a great ask thank u i cherished it

#sanster #wd gaster #me: 'i'm going to finish this noncon sansby fic in the next few hours!'#me: writes out this long ask instead #Anonymous #answers #ns /fw

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queen-scribbles · 4 years ago

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Plenty Special

Happy birthday to my darling AJ, who managed to squeeze both bff time and boyfriend time into one fic, which is frankly impressive. :D

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Abigail had never been one to make a fuss about her birthday.

Her mother usually sent her a gift--aside from the few years, by some miracle, she was able to actually visit--and Tina would leave something little yet fun and thoughtful on her desk, but that was more than enough for her. The day was spent almost-normal, then ending in curled up with a good book. She’d never felt the need to make a big deal out of it.

Felix, apparently, felt differently, if the dozen odd balloons(and the streamers) decorating the Warehouse living room were any indication.

“I hear it’s your birthday,” he grinned in answer to Abigail’s clearly gobsmacked expression when the sight registered.

“You hear correctly,” she said slowly. Her gaze traveled around the room, taking in the decorations. “But when... how... I thought we were just hangin’ out.”

“We can, if that’s what you want,” Felix said. He sprawled across a couch. “You’re the birthday girl, AJ. How come you didn’t mention that when we were setting this up?”

She shrugged. “It’s just never been particularly... different day for me. I’m too much a fan of quiet, an’ especially with Mum away so much for work; we never celebrated with big parties.”

“Fair enough,” Felix laughed.

“This year I have th’ day off an’ get to spend it as I please, that’s plenty for me.”

“And you chose to spend it with me?” He grinned. “I’m honoured.”

“You’re fun company, yeah?” Abigail said, dropping onto the couch next to him. “An’ it’s been too long since we got to spend time together.”

“Gotta admit, I’m a little surprised you aren’t spendin’ it with Natey,” Felix said. He waggled his eyebrows as he nudged her in the ribs.

Wish I could. She swallowed back the knee-jerk thought and played with a lock of hair. “He an’ Adam were needed for a mission, an’ I’d made plans with you. B’fore I knew he was gonna be busy,” she added hastily, realizing that almost made it sound like Felix was her second choice

But Felix appeared to have not even noticed. “Oh, that’s why he was so grumpy this morning. Y’know, by Nate-standards,” he amended with a grin when Abigail cocked a disbelieving brow. “He usually loves all the diplomatic stuff, and seemed kind of... meh about this one.” His grin widened. “He’s moping ‘cause he won’t get to see you, that’s adorable.”

“We might see each other,” Abigail protested. “Way I understand it, whatever they’re doin’ shouldn’t take even a whole day. ‘Less something goes wrong they should be back by evenin’ at latest. B’sides,” she shrugged, “Nate an’ I spent th’ day together for his birthday not two weeks ago, and it would just be more of th’ same.”

“You say that like it’s something neither of you would enjoy,” Felix said with a smirk.

Abigail opened her mouth, shut it, and then replied, “Readin’s always grand, yeah? But a few minutes with him’ll be fine for today. I want to spend it with you. Even if Nate wasn’t busy.”

“AJ.” Felix rested his chin in his palm and grinned at her like a darned Cheshire cat. “I can tell you’re lying. Not about hanging out with me--I mean, cmon, who wouldn’t wanna do that?--but you’re really hoping they get back in time for you to have a decent visit with Nate.”

“That would be nice,” Abigail conceded, since he could tell anyway. “But really, any time I get t’ see him will be plenty special. An’ so will the time I’m spendin’ with you.” She tapped the string of one colorful balloon. “This was sweet of ya, by the way. Didja have anything in mind for us hangin’ out?”

“There’s a couple movies I wanted to watch no one’s else is really interested in.” He pulled off his hat and tossed it in the air. “Nate’ll watch ‘em with me if I nag, but I’d rather do it with someone who’ll have fun. But if it’s not something you wanna do....”

“What movies?” Abigail asked, gathering her hair back in a bun.

Felix yanked his hat back on, eyes bright with hope, and jumped up to retrieve the movies in question.

“Oh, I love that one,” she grinned, recognizing one case before he’d made it back across the room. “Never watched the other one m’self, but I’ve heard good things.”

He grinned back, bouncing a little. “Sooo? I mean, it’s your birthday, if you’d rather do something else we can.”

Abigail gave a soft laugh. “Nah, we can watch these. It’ll be fun.”

“Great!” Felix whooped, and plunked back down on the couch with enough enthusiasm it made her bounce a little. “Which one first? I’m guessing you want the on you know you love?”

She shook her head. “Let’s start with the new one, yeah? Save the best for last?”

“Whatever you say, birthday girl,” he winked and popped open the movie’s case. “You’re patienter than I’d be.”

“Makin’ up words again, are ya?” Abigail teased as she leaned over to start unlacing her boots.

“When I need to,” Felix grinned, rolling with the gentle needling. “And you know what a movie needs?” He flashed across the room to get the first one started, reached behind a nearby chair before darting back over. “Popcorn!”

More specifically, chocolate-drizzled popcorn, Abigail noted with a smile as she took the bowl he handed her. Better’n birthday cake. “Well, you certainly know how to make a birthday special.”

Felix arched a brow even as he scrambled for the remote. “That’s all it takes?”

She shrugged. “Toldja I don’t usually do much.”

“That’s why you need a friend like me,” he said brightly, settling back next to her with his own bowl of popcorn in one hand and the remote in the other.

“Are you gonna be able t’ sit still if ya eat that?” Abigail laughed as she eyed the lavish ribbons of chocolate dripping over his popcorn.

“No, but c’mon, AJ.” Felix bumped his shoulder to hers and grinned. “I don’t sit still anyway.”

She laughed again, almost choking on a mouthful of popcorn. “True. Do ya talk durin’ movies, too?”

“Yeah.” He wrinkled his nose but didn’t sound terribly sheepish as he hit play. He kicked off his shoes and braced rainbow-stripe clad feet against the coffee table, flashing her a grin. “Good luck getting me to stop.”

“Felix, I’d never try t’ make you stop talkin’.” She giggled. “For one thing, I know it’s impossible, yeah? For another...” she bit her lip. “I do it, too. Sometimes.”

“Commentate movies?” His grin widened when she nodded. “I knew there was a reason I liked you, buddy.”

Abigail grinned back and bumped her shoulder to his before they settled in to watch the movie.

---

By the end of their mini-marathon, she was already prepared to label this one of the better birthdays she’d had. It was so much more fun to do movie commentary with someone, and the popcorn was delicious, and Felix was delightful company. She was having so much fun she almost forgot to eat lunch. And it was impressive Felix managed to sit mostly-still through most of her favorite parts in the second movie.

“That was fun,” he announced as he clicked off the scrolling movie credits.

“Yeah, it was,” she said, slouching even more comfortably in her sideways perch against the couch arm. “A very good birthday. Thank you, Felix.”

“Unless you gotta leave, it’s not done yet,” he pointed out. “We can hang out more.”

“I don’t, not yet.” Abigail shook her head and stretched. “Tina asked if I wanted to go for drinks after her shift’s done, but the time for that’s up in the air. If we do it at all. I can stay longer.”

Which also increased her odds of at least crossing paths with Nate today, a fact Felix’s grin said he knew.

“I’m completely unoffended and ready to be your excuse for hanging around all day if you need it,” he winked.

Abigail blushed and reached to twirl her hair.but couldn’t find any loose bits and tugged at her ear instead. “No, I wanna hang out with you, I’m not just-”

“AJ, I’m teasing,” he cut her off with a laugh.

“Oh.” Her face warmed even more, heat spreading to her ears. “Good. I-I know I’m a bit....”

“Besotted? Smitten?” Felix filled in for her, grinning. “It’s okay, he is, too.”

Abigail bit her lip in a futile effort to hold back her smile.

“Oh! I almost forgot, i got you a present!” Felix twisted around to dig down between the cushion and arm of the couch.

“You didn’t have to-”

“AJ.” He tugged free a small orange and yellow wrapped gift. “It’s what friends do. You gave me something.”

She didn’t argue the point any further, mostly because he seemed so excited about giving her something, just took the present with laugh and started working the tape loose until she could unwrap it. Another, louder laugh bubble up when she saw the contents. “Felix, I love them!”

The socks were a soft, minty green and patterned with ladybugs. There was a second pair underneath, light purple with honeybees. Both were adorable and looked very comfortable.

“Hey, I’m just glad to have a friend I can give this sort of thing and they actually appreciate it instead of, y’know, threatening violence,” Felix joked, but the glint in his amber eyes showed how proud he was of himself.

“Oh, yeah, they’re grand,” Abigail smiled. She immediately swapped out the plain blue socks she was wearing for the ladybugs, then tucked the honeybees and discarded pair in her jacket pocket so she wouldn’t forget them when she left. “Thanks a bunch.”

“Welcome.” He turned back to his original position and rested his feet on the coffee table again.

“You know you’re in for it if Nate catches you doin’ that, yeah?” she laughed.

“The operative part of that being Nate catching me,” Felix grinned, wiggling his toes.

“Oh, is it now?” a very familiar--mildly exasperated--voice asked from behind them.

Felix twisted around and flashed a cheesy grin. “Hey, Nate. AJ was hoping you’d be back soon.”

And with that, he vaulted the back of the couch and zipped from the room. Nate, for all his exasperation, didn’t try to stop him.

He did shake his head even as he smiled at her. “He is...”

“Incorrigible?” Abigail supplied as she pushed to her feet and skirted around the couch.

Nate laughed, running a hand through his hair. “That is an excellent word for it, yes.”

“He’s also right; I was really hopin’ you’d be back b’fore I had t’ leave.”

“Well, here I am,” he smiled, and she didn’t try to quell the butterflies in her chest as he stepped into the room to meet her for a hug. “Happy birthday, Abigail,” he murmured into her hair, before kissing the top of her head. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be here for more of it.”

“S’alright, Felix made it plenty special so far,” Abigail said, hugging a little tighter before she loosened her grip to look up at him. “How’d it go?”

“Oh, fine.” Nate traced his thumb along her jaw. “Nothing extraordinary, and no complications.”

She huffed a laugh against his shirt. “There bein’ no complications is a little extraordinary for us, isn’t it?”

“Perhaps just a little,” he chuckled. “But I’m grateful for it.”

“Oh, yeah, won’t hear me complainin’,” Abigail said with a smile, pushing up on her toes in an unspoken request for a kiss.

One Nate was all too willing to grant. “Me, neither.”

They held the kiss until Abigail’s legs started to ache and she dropped back flat-footed. She’d never realized how much difference the extra inch her boots gave her made. It was still a good kiss, made even better by the way Nate followed for a moment when gravity forced her to pull away, clearly reluctant as she was for it to end.

Abigail let out a soft, happy hum as she tucked herself close beneath his chin. ”An absolutely grand birthday to me...”

Nate chuckled and wrapped his arms around her shoulders. “Content as you seem with how things stand, I do actually have a gift for you.”

“Gettin’ time with you is present enough.” She blushed at how cheesy it sounded and buried her face against his chest the second the words left her mouth, but that didn’t make them untrue

Nate .laughed. “A sentiment I appreciate more than you know.” His fingers brushed the back of her neck and a pleasant shiver rippled down her spine. “But this is something I very much want to give you.”

“Well, if you’re gonna insist..” Abigail teased. “Though I’ll warn ya, Felix gave me ladybug socks, so the bar is set pretty high, yeah?”

He kissed her forehead. “Consider me warned. It’s back in my room, I’ll go-”

“Oh, I’ll come with ya,” she said, slipping from their hug to lace her fingers with his. “I want all the time I can get.”

Nate nodded and squeezed her hand. “Fine with me. So what have you been doing today?”

She told him as they walked, and he smiled at her obvious enthusiasm for how she and Felix had passed the time. His smile widened slightly when she hesitated upon reaching the door to his room.

“You can come in, AJ. I’m not going to make you open your gift in the hall.” He tugged her hand gently so she’d follow. Which she did, even as the back of her neck and ears warmed. She’d not been in Nate’s room since the aftermath of the Trapper fight.

Once they were in the room, the door nudged half-closed behind them, Nate released her hand to cross to one of the closer bookshelves. Abigail moved to sit on the edge of the bed as he retrieved what he sought before joining her.

The box was not a large one, wrapped in plain(yet beautiful) dark blue paper and tied with a narrow brown ribbon. Real ribbon, not gift-wrapping ribbon. Abigail paused after freeing it and tied it around her bun before setting to work on the tape. The paper soon came away to reveal a sturdy, flat box. Inside that, a layer of soft tissue paper concealed and protected the actual gift. She set aside the lid and the wrapping paper, glanced up at Nate.

The faint smile curving his lips shone magnitudes brighter in his eyes and that intrigued her even more than all the layers she was working through. She bit her lip, looked back down, and gingerly moved the paper aside.

It registered first and immediately that it was books. Two small leather-bound volumes; one deep red, one rich brown. They were nice books. Probably old books, and that was enough to make her heart skip a beat. Another moment’s examination made it skip and stutter through several, and pulled a sharp, quiet gasp from her. The titles were in German, and she could only read the first word of each, but that was plenty for her to give a good guess.

She looked at Nate again, the words escaping quiet, breathless. “Are these...?”

“First editions,” he confirmed with a nod, the smile he’d been holding back breaking through in full force.

Abigail exhaled an unsteady breath, trembling fingers hovering over the books as if afraid to touch them, tracing the gold gilt letters of the word she knew in the air above the covers.

Heidi.

“This is...” Her voice broke, the lump in her throat too much to speak around.

“Your favorite. I know.” Nate leaned over and kissed her temple. “Happy birthday.”

Abigail let out a quiet(borderline hysterical) scoffing laugh, still staring at the books. “Nate...” She wasn’t even sure what to say. They were nearly pristine despite their age; thank you was woefully inadequate, I can’t would be ungrateful.

As if sensing the direction of her thoughts, Nate touched her arm so she’d look at him. “They were given to me... a very long time ago” --when they were new, she read in his eyes, even if he didn’t specify-- “and have sat on a shelf ever since. Knowing how much you love this story, I’d much rather you have them.”

“I... they must be worth a lot.” The words escaped in a whispered rush and she winced and bit her lip. “Sorry. You’re not s’pposed’ta know that about presents.”

Nate just smiled. “They are. But far less to me than doing something that makes you happy.”

That was when it was too much, her heart was too full, and Abigail (gently) pushed aside the books to whirl around and hug him, which quickly--and unsurprisingly--turned into a kiss.

She was fast enough to catch him off-guard, and Nate started to topple backwards at her fervor, but he caught himself on one elbow. The other hand curved against her jaw, fingers just catching her hair, as he returned the kiss. He was smiling into it, and Abigail wondered if her own was even bigger. Probably.

She pressed further into the kiss, her fingers curling in the hair at the nape of his neck, until her lungs ached and heart pounded, then pulled back just far enough to gasp a breath. “Thank you,” she murmured fervently, less than an inch between their lips.

Nate’s fingers dug deeper into her hair, threatening the integrity of her bun. “You’re welcome,” he managed, breathing ragged as her own, before tugging her in for another kiss.

Abigail sat back more completely when this one broke, glancing between Nate and the books with a huge grin on her face. Safe to say he outdid the ladybug socks, she thought, and couldn’t hold in a giggle.

“What?” Nate gave an amused smile and reached over to brush back hair tumbling free from her somewhat loosened bun.

“Just... not sure how today can get much better, yeah?” She caught his hand when he started to pull back and pressed a brief kiss to the base of his thumb before letting go.

He ran his fingers over the spot as he withdrew his hand. “We could go read for a while, if you’ve the time.”

“Always, for you,” Abigail said as she turned to carefully close the box and collect his gift. (She missed the surge of emotion laid bare across his face at her words.) “So, I stand corrected.”

“Well, then.” Nate pushed off the bed, straightening the duvet slightly before offering her his arm. “Shall we?”

She bit her lip, not trusting her voice, and nodded as she linked her arm through his. The other hugged his present close. “Y’know,” she began with exaggerated innocence as they walked, “this is a wonderful present, the best anyone’s ever given me, but...” A pause, lips quirking mischievously. “I don’t know German.”

Nate chuckled, catching the teasing note under the words. “I do,” he said, with a smile one could almost call smug.

“Well, you’ll just hafta help me with that, then, wontcha?” Abigail laughed.

Nate looked at her warmly, brown eyes dancing with mirth and affection in equal measure. “Abigail, it would be my pleasure.”

She grinned and leaned her head against his arm for the rest of the walk to the library. Today was definitely shaping up to be her best birthday ever. It wasn’t flashy or ostentatious or even what most would consider exciting, but it was plenty special for her.

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(AJ very deliberately does NOT look up what those books are worth, but I know from checking to get the cover colors right--between $1500-4000 each. Don’t tell her, she’ll faint)

#queens fic #the wayhaven chronicles #abigail jenings #nate sewell #felix hauville #aj/nate #otp: smiling always #aj & felix #twc

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maddiethebull · 4 years ago

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Lucifer (Obey Me!) - Prompt #7 - “May I have this dance?”

This is a repost, I deleted the other one, have fun reading!!!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4VR-6AS0-l4 here’s some music to listen to while reading this :) Its what i listened to while writing it.

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The Devildom New Years Ball. It was the event of the year, besides Lord Diavolo’s birthday ball, this was the most famous event they had to offer. It would be an extravagant sight to see; there would be hundreds of demons dressed to the nines, there would be elegant decor, there would be live classical musicians, everything was to make it the most amazing affair possible. You didn’t know whether you should be excited or terrified. You’ve never been to a ball, let alone a ball run and attended by demons! Needless to say, you were nervous. It did help slightly that this year’s theme was Masquerade. You wouldn’t have to worry about being instantly recognized as one of the only two humans there. It was to start at 7:00 p.m. that night and it was currently noon as you and the brothers sat down to have lunch. It was all pleasant until Lucifer leaned towards you,

“By the way, MC, I need to have a talk with you about your recent grades.”

That’s when the immediate fear set in. While you knew he wouldn’t do anything to harm you physically, whenever he had a ‘talk’ with you it always felt like a punch to the gut. After you all finished your meal, you crept your way into his office. He handed you a midterm test with a big red D (lmao i need to stop writing like this) in the corner. Oh no. You looked it over and handed it back to him, you didn’t want to see it for another second.

Lucifer spoke with an emotionless face,

“MC, you don’t apply yourself. You’re smart and you know you’re smart, but just being smart can’t take you all the way. Your grade in Ancient Texts class has dropped significantly and I can’t see any reason why it should have done so other than you lollygagging about with my brothers. I appreciate that you’re good friends with them, but manage your time. If you fail this class, think of how it would make me look? I’m in charge of helping you through your studies and if you failed it would not only make you look incompetent, but me as well.”

Sheepishly you replied, “that class is just really hard, okay? I studied for the midterm a lot but I got a D on it and I didn’t know it would drop my grade by so much.”

He looked up from your near failure of a midterm with cold eyes, “Then expect it next time. You can leave now.”

You damn near ran out of his office to go straight to your room, being yelled at by Lucifer always made you feel horrible and it didn’t help that you had such a fondness of him. Meanwhile Lucifer sat leaned back in his chair, he didn’t like being harsh on you, he didn’t like being harsh on anyone he loved, and with you, it was different than simply loving you as a sibling. He decided to apologize for his harsh words and went to make the two of you some tea as a peace offering but was stopped when he heard your voice.

“UUUGH, BEEL MOVE!”

While lost in your thoughts as you rushed to your room, you slammed into Beel in the kitchen. He looked up at you with his puppy dog face. Shit, you just yelled at him, at this sweet giant who cared so much for you and would even let you have food off of his plate if you asked nicely! ‘MC what’s wrong with you today’, you thought.

“O-okay, I’ll move. Sorry MC.”

“Wait, Beel I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell it’s just that Lucifer was giving me a “polite talk” about my grades.”

“Oh,” His expression changed to one of pity, “in that case, I’m still sorry, but for you now.”

“Yeah, thanks, I just- I- ugh, you know, he said we’d have a talk about it but it was really him just talking to me and being as cold as the arctic… God, what a hard-ass.” Your feelings were flowing right out of your mouth as Beel stood listening and munching on some bread. Midway through your rant, Asmo walked in,

“Hey, MC! It’s already almost 2:00 so let’s get ready alreadyyyyy.”

You walked off with Asmo, feeling much better from talking to Beel – well, ranting to Beel. Pretty much all he did was eat bread and nod. You and Asmo got ready and to calm yourself fully, you took a hot bath with rose petals. After got out, Asmo helped pick out a dress to wear, it was a beautiful deep emerald colored silk gown with a mock turtleneck and a large diamond shaped cut-out on the back. It hugged your body perfectly and made you feel much better seeing yourself like this. Hmph, I’ll make Lucifer regret being mean to me when I show up looking like a damn movie-star, you thought as you finished off your look with bright red lipstick. Then, what Beel had said while you were letting off steam came to your mind.

~ “I almost did the same thing, but when I asked for help, he didn’t have a second thought and guided me through it, you know. And, MC, I know you’re mad and all and he’s a harsh person and… all, but I know that he cares a lot. He cares about all of us.” ~

You sighed, ‘I know he does.’

After you finished getting dressed, you helped Mammon and Levi put their ties on and told Levi that no, he could not wear a Goku mask to the ball, helped Satan choose which tuxedo coat he should wear, and practically forced Belphie and Beel into theirs. Lucifer had already left for Diavlo’s castle to help finish preparing. You grabbed your black mask, embellished with emeralds surrounding the eyes in a playful pattern, some lace, and a couple black feathers above the left eye and headed for the ball.

Once you got there, your nightmare scenario played out. You were swarmed with demons because, it turns out, they did notice you were a human.

“Why are you lookin’ so uncomfortable?” asked Mammon.

“Because I couldn’t be Goku…”

“Shuddup Levi! I was talkin’ to MC.”

You replied, “I thought that since it was a masquerade the demons wouldn’t be able to tell that I was human and I wouldn’t have to deal with the endless questions about the human world and the endless flirting from the succubi and incubi.”

“MC, they can SMELL you.”

Your face scrunched, “Mammon, ew! You didn’t have to say it like that!”

“Yeah,” said Levi, “you’re making us sound like some creepy ass shinigami lolololol.”

You three laughed loudly enough to catch Lucifer’s attention from across the ballroom. He hadn’t gotten the chance to go over and speak to you since he was making bland conversation with another high ranked demon, but when he saw how you looked, oh gosh… He didn’t have the strength to take his eyes off of you. The way you laughed so brilliantly, the light sparkling on you through the crystals of the chandelier, that cut-out on the back of your dress which exposed nearly your entire back. All he saw in this crowded room was you. The romantic music playing only heightened his desire to stride right over to you and sweep you off your feet, and that’s just what he set out to do,

“Excuse me,” he said to the demon he was speaking with and walked off in your direction. Just as he did that, the music began to speed up to a more jovial tune and those on the dance floor moved with it. He spent a good five minutes navigating through the sea of waltzing demonfolk and when he reached the other side, you were nowhere to be seen.

You stood in the garden looking at the Devildom night sky. You looked at the stars, they seemed to shine brighter down here. Thoughts ran around in your head, thoughts of home, thoughts of here, each of the brothers appeared in your mind. You loved them. When the word family came up, you thought about them, except for one, Lucifer. ‘Lucifer,’ you thought, ‘I wish I could know what you’re really like.’ The faint smell of lilac swirled from the blossoming flowers laid out by the gazebo to envelop you in its sweet scent. Your hair, done up in an elegant low bun with perfectly curled pieces dropping on the side of your face, was brushed by the wind. Walking out to the garden to get some air and clear his mind of you, Lucifer exited the ballroom and saw you standing there. Unknowingly his whole expression softened. He came up to you,

“Good evening, MC. I see that I’m not the only one in need of the solace this quiet garden provides.” You were torn from your thoughts,

“Hey Lucifer,” you said, mustering up a faint and fading smile.

His eyes trailed to your lips, “Mind if I join you?”

“I don’t mind.”

With the lack of conversation, the melody of leaves swaying in the wind filled your ears. Lucifer stood beside you, resting his elbows on the white marble balusters. He had to think of a way to break the icy barrier of his words earlier that day.

He cleared his throat,

“You know, Diavlo is a very professional demon, he’s smart and well organised, so nothing could have prepared me for hearing him shout “I love balls” when we were planning this event.

You burst into laughter, “wow, I didn’t peg you as the type to tell such raunchy jokes.”

With an impish smile he said, “I may be a “hard-ass” and “as cold as the arctic”, but I hold a jocose side occasionally,” He kept his eyes lightly focused on the lilac surrounding you two.

“Oh, you heard that then… I’m sorry Lucifer, I was angry and I shouldn’t have said those things, I mean, you just want me to try harder and-”

“No need to be sorry I’m well aware that they hold a certain amount of truth.” His smile faded. He looked up at you then back to the flowers, “though I would like it if, every once in a while, that I could be seen as my other qualities.”

You had no idea how to reply. You wanted to tell him that you did, but did you? Only a couple of hours ago you were insulting him. His red eyes, burning with emotion, shot up to yours, seeming to whisper to you, ‘please, don’t let the way I feel be a mistake.’

“Hm, sometimes I say too much, don’t I?”

You chuckled, “that we can agree on.”

Now he was laughing, you wished you could never stop seeing that.

“I want to say something else, or rather, ask something else. Do you suppose i should?”

You mirrored his impish smile from earlier, “Sure, why not?”

He stepped back, the Avatar of Pride bowed before you, hand held out, solemnly looking into your eyes and asking,

“May I have this dance?”

You felt the blush rise to your cheeks like a rose blooming in the spring.

“I can’t very well say no to that offer can I?”

He laughed, “of course not.”

You gladly grabbed his hand and he pulled you in. To the faint piano melody coming from the castle you began to dance inside the white marble gazebo. You moved together, swayed together, breathed together. It was romantic, it was extravagant, it was beautiful. The gentle breeze brushing against your cheeks, flowing its way to sway in his dark black hair. You could hardly believe this was happening, but you never wanted this dream-like dance to end. As far as either of you knew, the dance lasted for hours under the night sky with the moon and stars that seemingly cheered you on. You were together until everyone had gone home from the ball, but neither of you could care less. This moment was to be immortalized in your memories forever.

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Well, this is long as fuck sorry lmao

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queen0fm0nsterz · 5 years ago

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For the ship thing: all combinations between the main five from woy !!

OMG UAGAGAGKASIDSFSKUGHS WHY DIDN’T I ANSWER TO THIS BEFORE!?!?! OMG JHGJESG THANK U SO MUCH ANON THIS QUESTION SAVED MY LIFE????

Disclaimer: I’m a HUGE multishipper and I’m interested in all the ships I’m about to list. However I do have my preferences, so I’m going in order from my least favorite to my absolute fave. Don’t get upset, for this is only my opinion. Ty!!

LETS GO MAD LADS LETS GO!!!!

Bonus 11th ship: I’m really into Something The So and So x Emperor Awesome. I called it Something Awesome. Just putting this.. out there

10) Deathstar (Wander x Dom)

Ah, my two hyperactive spoons. Usually I’m all about the “perfect angel/literal spawn of satan” dynamic, but for some reason they never really clicked for me. Maybe it’s because they didn’t have that many interactions in canon??? But damn, the fanarts are super adorable!! i will die!! (death star shippers yall wanna come in my askbox and talk death star to me?? i would appreciate sm!!)

9) Wandering Eye (Wander x Peepers)

First of all I wanna say, y’all Wandering Eye shippers are perseverant af?? they had like one episode together and it was early first season, it’s been a lot since that. i respect you guys. As for the ship itself, what can I say? I love small boys being in love!!! But once again, nearly no canon interaction... smh

8) Astigmagmatism (Peepers x Dom)

THIS SHIP HAS SO MUCH COMIC POTENTIAL!!! I WILL SCREAM FOREVER I mean the angry smol and bastard tol dynamic?? PLUS theyre both villains???? as in evil fucks??? Who are also rivals?? If there were any canon interactions this ship would DEF be really high on my list but I don’t really have that much to say rn...

7) Zboneak (Hater x Sylvia)

Alright at first I wasn’t really into it but I got my filthy hands on one (1) fanfic and you can bet your ass I was immediatly captivated. The thing I look for in Woy ships is comic potential and these two have SO MUCH POTENTIAL. Plus, “The Date” is one of my favorite episodes ever, so yeah. add that to the list. Let them interact in season 3!!!

6) Death Glare (Peepers x Hater)

I TAGGED THE NO HOMO BECAUSE IM 100% THAT HATER WOULD SAY IT TO PEEPERS AFTER ACCIDENTALLY KISSING HIM IM SO SORRY

Ok so, Death Glare. At first, until late first season, I wasn’t into it at all. I’ve never been a big fan of boss/subordinate (saving a few exceptions). The episode “The Funk” made me do a complete 180° becAUSE HOLY SHIT DID YOU SEE THEM??? HOLDING HANDS???????? BRUH MY FUCKING HEART HAS BEEN D E S TR O Y E D...................... And while I do love them as a friendship, I can totally see them romantically!!!! also once again the comic potential

5) Sylander (Sylvia x Wander)

THESE TWO WHERE DO I EVEN START. I literally tear up when I think about them? Platonic or not, their love is so pure, innocent, real, it makes my heart do backflips. You have no idea how many times I cried watching them. When they’re together you can’t tell where one begins and the other finishes .... but the reason why I’m so attached to them is because I happen to have a person in my life that... she’s the Sylvia to my Wander (hey @awesome---disaster talkin to you). I understand how it feels to have someone this important in your life. The episode “The Ryder” is particularly hard to wacth (despite it being my number one favorite) for this reason. GOD THE TEARS I CRIED.

4) Sylava (Sylvia x Dom)

What can I say? I stan girls being in love. Plus the CHEMISTRY they had in “The Night Out” omg.... I JUST FDSHFHLGLHSLLIHSBLIHSLI MY HEART EXPLODES WHEN I THINK ABOUT THEM???? I CRY THEY WERE F U CK I NG HOLDING HANDS WHILE RUNNING OUT OF THAT BAR OK DO NOT TOUCH ME. when are we getting the good season 3 sylava content when they make up and become friends again? disney pls

Also, y’all got some good Sylava fics that I could read? Blease?? im starving

3) Skeleton Dance (Wander x Hater)

IS THERE EVEN SOMEONE WHO DOESN’T LOOK AT THIS SHOW FROR LIKE 5 SECONDS AND D O E S N T SHIP THEM???? ITS IMPHASBLE

iM TALKING VALID BOYS HERE!!! The sweet smol/ grumpy tol is my aestethic always and Im all about it. Plus, I mean the dEVELO P MENT THEY HAD IN SEASON TWO!!! The episode that got me to ship them strongly was “The Buddies” and God my love kept growing from there????? ITS UNSTOPPABLE EVERYTIME I SEE THEM MY HEART KILLS ME

Ok I will admit im kinda projecting on Wander a little bc I love Hater but can u blame?? me?? who doesnt love the hate man

2) Dom n Hater (Hater x Dom)

Ok if youve been on my blog for like 1 minute you probably already know that these two are the light of my life, but why?

... well tbh there are a lot of reasons but to be quick it was a gradual process of me going from “Yeah right like THATS ever gonna happen” to slowly going on to “I mean its not even that bad” to “It’s cute? I like it” and then it fucking skyrocketed out of my control and suddently I’m crying like a little bitch during “You’re the Greatest”. I do not know what happened or how. It just did.

I have an ask of someone asking me about them (BLESS U MAN) that inm going to answer eventually so I’m not going into detail but I WILL SAY that the height difference kills me bc it’s not that much but it’s jUST ENOUGH to make it obvious that hes shorter than her and im just oudfgusguaigGUivfehuhaf i live for height differences

1) Black Eye (Sylvia x Peepers)

AND AT LAST I GET TO TALK ABOUT MY BABIES

I’ll be honest with y’all: I was actually gonna put Black Eye in second place at first bc Hater & Dom just own my hear,t but upon lots of thinking I belive this is the best option. because DEVELOPMENT. God I’m all about that sweet DEVELOPMENT we got!!! Wander and Sylvia may be the perfect friendship but Sylvia and Peepers are sure as hell the PERFECT TEAM!!!!!! BRAINS AND MUSCLES!!! TOGETHER!! TO SAVE THEIR IDIOTS!!

I am a BIG fan of enemies to friends to lovers, height differences, villain/hero, smol/tol, angry/chill...... these two were a gift from the Gods. I love them so much.

On an unrelated but kinda related note, I love how all Blackeye shippers just silently agreed that Peepers is a lovestruck nerd who can’t process his feelings and refuses to acknowledge them despite how hardly he’s pinning after Syl?? AND SYL IS NOT OBLIVIOUS AT ALL SHE ACTUALLY KNOWS???? its amazing. 10/10 best ship thank u for ur time.

And thats that! Wow that sure took long didnt it- but its here.

#wander over yonder #woy #what a great way to start the decade!!#woy ships #wander #sylvia #lord hater #commander peepers #lord dominator #death star #wandering eye #astigmagmatism #zboneak #death glare #sylander #sylava #skeleton dance #dom n hater #black eye

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tcswritings · 5 years ago

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Random untitled draft - I

It’s an unusually slow Friday evening at the Dirty Deed.

(Just a little somethin’ featuring Mick, Rosamund and good ol’ Father Moore. For fun only, not to go anywhere in particular… it’s just me messing around with my beloved peeps and their everyday behaviour, don’t mind me. :D)

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“Here y’go, handsome. Cheers.”

Rosamund placed a large glass in front of her young regular, smiling sweetly, but Mick merely gave her an uncomprehending look when he saw that the glass did not contain the familiar golden liquid he expected but a weird pale pink brew instead.

“That’s, uh, no beer.”

“Well spotted. Eyes like an eagle.”

“Pf, I wish.” Mick mumbled. “I ordered beer, Rose.”

“Ah well, and now you get this. Life’s full of surprises. Enjoy.”

“I dun’ want this. What is it even?” Cocking his head a little, Mick took the glass rim between his thumb and finger, gingerly turning it on the spot and wrinkling his nose at the ominous beverage before he eventually looked back at the woman behind the bar.

“Y’know, it’s a bit like apple cider… well, uhm, with the little twist that it’s pink grapefruit flavoured. It’s called Sweet Sin. It’s grand, just try it already!”

Mick kept looking at her, never changing his mildly disgusted expression. Apparently he wasn’t keen on trying the drink and the look on his face clearly told Rosamund that he demanded an explanation.

“My supplier fucked up, okay?” she groaned and dropped her shoulders. “He left me with a dozen boxes of this” - she gestured at the drink - “instead of apple cider and for some weird reason they won’t take the supply back since I already opened three of the boxes before I realised I got the wrong stuff.”

“What? I mean, I’m no expert but since when is that a problem?”

“Beats me. Probably had an intern on the hotline or somethin’. Anyway, apparently I can only get a discount on my next supply of cider and until then, I must get rid of all the Sweet Sins and somehow not make a loss.”

“How can y’ not notice that ya got this shit instead of apple cider anyway? It’s pink, it doesn‘t look anythin’ like apple cider!”

Rosamund put her hands to her hips. “Ha! Aren’t you a little smartarse?” she scoffed. “Drink up, laddie, and when you leave later, you better tell all your little friends how amazing this stuff is and my little problem will be solved in a heartbeat.”

“That’s grave coercion, Rose.”

“Nah, come on, it’s just your favourite bartender asking a little favour from you. C’mon.”

Mick didn’t move.

“C’mon, give it a shot! You might be surprised!”

When Mick still didn’t touch the drink and merely raised an eyebrow at her, Rosamund groaned again. “What is it?”

“Don’t I get a straw?”

“Aaah. As many as you want, handsome.” Rosamund winked, pulling a little box with straws from under the counter and handing it to Mick. He bit his lip in concentration and eventually picked a pink one.

Rosamund nodded approvingly. “Goes well with the drink.”

Mick merely clicked his tongue and smiled at her. Just as he did, the front door opened and a tall man clad in black entered. At some point it had started raining - the man shuddered and let out a disgruntled little noise before he took off his wet coat, trying to find a good spot on the wall where he could hang it up.

“C’mon in, Elias, just take the coat with you.” Rosamund called at her new guest.

“Ah, but it’s dripping wet, dear, that’s hardly a good idea.” Father Moore replied as he eventually hung up his coat. “Unless you want to provoke some serious injuries caused by people slipping, that is.” he added, brushing off some last drops from his neck and shoulders before he entered the main room.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ on his holy bog, that shit’s disgusting!” Mick cried out only a moment later, swiftly putting a hand to his mouth and glaring at the drink in front of him.

“It’s good to see you, too, Michael. I’m relieved to see you never lose your spirit.” the pries sighed as he sat down next to the younger man, moving his bar stool a little closer to the counter.

“Evenin’, Padre. Uhm, sorry ‘bout, y’know. What I just said.”

“It’s alright, son, heaven knows you’re a good one deep down inside.” The older man now looked at Rosamund who did her best to suppress an amused grin but failed horribly. “ I’ll have the usual, dear.”

“Don’t even bother, you won’t get what you want anyway.” Mick now glared at the bartender as if she had meant to poison him.

“Is that so?” Father Moore raised an eyebrow when he eventually spotted the pink drink. “That’s a rather unusual colour for a beer.”

“Beer me arse, here, want a sip?” Mick pushed his glass over to the priest who backed away a bit at the unexpected action.

“Ah come on now, laddie, have some respect for our good Father. Here’s your Guinness, you earned it.” Rosamund laughed as she finally handed Mick the nice cold pint he had ordered about fifteen minutes ago. A few moments later, she handed Father Moore the very same.

“What? Why does he get what he wants?”

“Isn’t that obvious? I can hardly expect our Father to have a drink called Sweet Sin. You, however, look like you’d enjoy one every once in a while.”

“That is the worst bullshit I’ve-”

“Alright, alright!” Father Moore interrupted, apparently not keen on listening to another one of Mick’s tirades of foul words. “Let’s just move on to lighter subjects now. How’s the family doin’, Michael?”

“How’s that a lighter subject?”

“Just answer my question, son.”

Mick took a sip from his beer and sighed. “Well, we pretend that Ma’s better than she actually is and I think that kinda does make ‘er feel better in the end.”

“So, her arthritis is acting up again?” The priest sounded concerned.

“Aye.”

“I see. Well, it has been a while since I last visited your parents. I should stop by and have a chat again soon.”

“Aye, I guess she’d like that.” Mick nodded and took another sip.

“Any news from the road from Declan and the Australian? What is his name again?”

“James. And no. No news. I mean, I dunno. Ya might wanna ask Orla or Sarah or Sean next time ya see ‘em.”

Father Moore let out a little sigh and Mick couldn’t help but think that he sounded disappointed.

“I take it that you and Declan are still fighting?”

“Nah, not really. Just, y’know, not talkin’.”

“Yeah and that’s because the two of you are daft as heck.” Rosamund interfered in the middle of her way back from the other end of the bar where she had just handed one of the other few guests a new drink.

“Rosamund.” Father Moore warned and shot the bartender a stern look.

“What? Like it ain’t true? You said it yourself!”

“Oh, did ya?” Mick turned around on his bar stool so he could face the Father who merely pressed his lips into a thin line, looking at Rosamund as if to say something along the lines of “Did you have to?”. She merely shrugged and proceeded to wash some of the glasses.

“Of course I did not use those words.” Father Moore insisted. “However, son, I asked myself a while ago if there really isn’t any way for the two of you to eventually resolve that unfortunate situation you’re in?”

“I dunno.”

“Well, perhaps he will have made up his mind by the time he comes back?”

“I dunno. Dun’ think so.” Another sip.

“Michael, I may be mistaken but I am getting the impression that you are no longer concerned about how things will play out for the two of you which I find, well, a little alarming, to be quite honest.”

“Look, I appreciate that concern but maybe it is for the better, okay? I dunno. I dun’ care.”

“Psh, yeah, sure, you don’t care.” Rosamund chimed in.

“What? What are you on about now?” Mick was no longer able to hide his irritation.

“Just like you don’t care about Orla and her new beau. You’re so bad at pretending to not care, kid, it’s ridiculous.” Rosamund scoffed.

Father Moore closed his eyes and sighed in exasperation. “Rosamund, please.”

Mick bit his lip, looking back and forth between the priest and the bartender for a few moments. “I think I’m gonna leave.” he said curtly, reaching for his wallet in the back pocket of his jeans.

“Oh no, sweetheart, please, there’s no need to leave, I’m just messin with you-” Rosamund began but Mick had already gotten up and interrupted her.

“Nah, y’know what, I should be goin’ home anyway.” He dug a few coins out of his wallet and gave the two a faint smile. “Thanks for the pink-shit-experience, Rose, that was life-changin’. See ya guys around, eh?” With a swift movement, Mick took his jacket from the back of his bar stool, put the money on the counter and hurried outside the room.

Father Moore and Rosamund looked after him for a few moments.

“I don’t believe this, Rosamund.” the priest chided once Mick was out of sight. “Why would you unsettle the poor lad like that?”

“Because I’m right and you know it and it’s about time someone tells these little idiots that they’re being, well. Idiots.” Rosamund crossed her arms and the posture as well as her defiant expression once again made her look like a stubborn teenager.

Father Moore merely raised an eyebrow.

“Besides, I love the look of terror on his face when someone mentions Orla to him in a possible romantic context. I haven’t done that in a while, y’know.” she added.

“I highly doubt that strategy of dealing with your customers is good for your business in the long run, dear.”

“Ah.” Rosamund dismissed the sentiment with a little wave of her hand. “He always comes back after all!”

“I am- I don’t know what to say.”

“Whatever you say, Elias, you won’t be able to deny that I’m right.”

“Why don’t you just leave these kids alone, dear?”

“Excuse me? Wasn’t it you who just voiced their concern about the situation? That’s not exactly ‘leavin’ someone alone’ either. Besides, they’re no longer kids, Elias.”

“Well, they sure act like kids at times.”

"True.” Rosamund chuckled.

“I’ve known them all for so long. It’s just really painful to watch them running into all these walls over and over. One would assume that they all have severe headaches by now but-”

“They’re thickheads! My point exactly!” Rosamund exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air.

“Ah, please don’t say that.”

“You’re smiling.”

“I am not.”

“You are so smiling, Elias. I’m right and you know it.”

Elias now laughed and shook his head a little. “You’re really one of a kind, Rosamund.”

“And don’t you forget that.”

(… to be continued… probably.)

#mick #rosamund #father moore

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strangermarvels-blog · 6 years ago

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Little things (Steve Harrington x Shy!Reader) pt. 1

Description: the reader is Dustins older sister and she’s painfully shy. She also has a huge crush on Steve Harrington. Little does she know he likes her back.

Warnings: Swearing, Billy’s an asshole, My terrible writing, painfully shy reader, feel free to tell me anything I missed!

Word count: 1764 (sorry if that’s boring)

A/N: This is my first ever published fic. it’s something I’ve wanted to do for a long time. Feel free to tell me what you think and sorry about my terrible grammar! please don’t publish my work anywhere else, Reblogs are fine! gif isn’t mine.

You were walking down the sidewalk appreciating the cold air and the crunch of the leaves Fall had brought in what had seemed to be the last two weeks when you finally approached Hawkins high. Hearing a familiar sound you turned your head to where you always do when you get to school, the same place Steve Harrington always parks his car. He was laughing about some joke you were sure Dustin had told him. You found it sweet that he was so close to your brother, even though you were like the best older sister ever he needed a male figure to look up to and you were glad it was Steve. Now that Dustin was in high school they got to hang out a lot more than they used to. To say that you like Steve was an understatement, you could barely even talk to him because you always got so flustered around him and given that you could barely even talk to anyone in the first place made it five thousand times worse. So whenever he asks you if you want a ride in the morning you can barely even get an answer out. You still remember the first time he asked, it was the first Wednesday of the school year and you had walked out with Dustin to leave for school. Dustin hurried down the stairs and shuffled his way towards Steve’s car giddy as ever. Steve leaned over just enough to look at you.

“You want a ride too?”

You were so shocked you just sat there and didn’t say anything for what felt like forever.

“(Y/N)?”

Dustin finally snapped you out of your trance.

“Uh t-thanks but I’m-I’m good. I uh, I like to walk.”

You cringed just thinking about it. He asks every morning but you know it’s only because you’re Dustin’s sister. You start to climb up the steps to the school enchrence when your heart stops, you see Billy Hargrove, Billy Hargrove walking straight towards you. God you hate him.

“Hey babe.” he said with a smirk. You didn’t even bother to respond you just kept walking.

“Oh I see, don’t feel like talkin’ huh?” You had no idea why he even bothered talking to you. You weren’t popular, you weren’t important, you didn’t even fit into the same crowd as him, But for some goddamn reason he needed to make your life a living hell.

“That’s fine, more time for me to. Hey so I was thinkin’ me you movies tonight at eight.” more of a statement then a question.

“No thanks.”

“Awe come on? What you got plans already?”

“Homework.” you mumble.

“I’m pretty sure you have all weekend for that. Come on baby wadda ya say?”

“Please don’t call me that.”

“What? Baby? I actually think I like calling you that. So I ask again, movies tonight baby?”

“She said no, and don’t call her that jackass.”

Like out of nowhere Steve-fucking-Harrington is standing right next to you telling Billy to back off. You didn’t even see him come into the school yet here he is.

“Alright whatever king Steve.” Billy blurted as he walked away, adding extra emphasis to king.

Steve watched him walk off looking thoroughly pissed off. Why was he so riled up? Billy did stuff like that all the time, so why was he so worked up?

“T-thanks Steve.”

“Does he do that a lot?”

“What? Do what a lot?”

“You know- harass you like that.”

You looked down at your feet.

“I mean I-I guess so.”

“Well he needs to learn to cut the shit.”

The bell rang and Steve bid you farewell as you both made your way to different classes.

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Fourth period was by far your favorite period. Not only was it chemistry but it was also your first period with Steve.- you had three in total. Not that you actually talked or anything but you sat at the back of the class so that meant you could look at him without him noticing. Mr. Bowsman was just finishing explaining the assignment when the bell rang.

“I want it on my desk by Monday.”

It was easy enough. So you weren’t too worried about it. You gathered up your things and headed out the door.

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Lunch was always nice. You got to relax. Since you didn’t really talk to anyone you usually sat by yourself at the end of a table and read a book or sat in the library when you really didn’t want to talk to anyone. You finished getting your lunch and headed toward a table deciding to sit in the cafeteria. You smelled him before you heard him. Billy came up from behind you and wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

“How about you sit with me sweet cheeks.” he stated more then asked. Already guiding you in that direction. You stopped rather abruptly making your shoes squeak.

“No thanks Billy.” you said as you pried his arm off of you.

“Awe come on. I know you want to, you don’t have to pretend you don’t.”

“I really don’t want to.” you mumbled. Trying hard not to sound too nervous.

“Then why don’t I believe you?”

“I don’t know why don’t you jackass?” for the second time that day Steve Harrington came out of nowhere just in time to push Billy in another direction.

“t-thanks.” you tried to sound as calm as possible but after dealing with Billy and talking to Steve it didn’t always work.

“No problem. That guy’s a real jackass.”

“Yeah.” you said as you sighed. There was a few minutes of silence and you staring at your feet.

“Well anyways-”

“Do you wanna sit with me? And you know- the party?” Steve said the last part with a bit of confusion. Your eyes widened as you looked up at him.

“Uh yeah s-sure.”

“Great.” he said with a smile that you didn’t see. As you two started walking towards their table You saw Lucas and Max sitting next to each other along with Nancy and Jonathan. Next to some empty space on the bench that you assumed Steve had been sitting at was Dustin and Will and on the other side Mike and El. Your little brother had explained everything that had happened last year while you were staying with your aunt, he was reluctant to tell you at first and would never give you a straight answer as to what happened to mews. Eventually you got it out of him and you didn’t even doubt him for a second. You were pissed the he kept a demodog and that it ended up killing mews but you couldn’t hold it against him to long he loved the poor cat too . El had become like a little sister to you, when you first met her you were with Dustin on the fourth of July at Wills. You were sitting somewhere off to the side when she said hi, you instantly knew who it was just by how sweet she seemed and said hi back and told her who you were. She followed you around like a little duckling for the rest of the day and pretty much whenever you’re together.

“Hey (Y/n).” Dustin said as you sat down in your spot next to Steve.

“Hey dusty”

“I still think they’re cooler.” you heard Will say to Dustin in an almost argumentative voice

“If the ‘they’ your talking about is r-2 and c3po then yes I’d have to agree.”

“You know they’re not who I’m talking about.”

“W-who are you talking about?” you asked because star wars one of your favorite things in the galaxy.

“Han solo and Chewbacca. Dustin thinks r-s and c3po are a better duo, But how?? Han owns the Millenium falcon and Chewy’s eight feet tall and shoots a crossbow!! How cool is that??” Will said while make in hand gestures to emphasize how big he is.

“I’d have to agree with Will on this one, first of all Han-” you paused as you realized Steve was watching you. “-didn’t even c-care that a gun was pointed at him until Gueedo threatened his ship and then he d-didn’t even blink before shooting him. And did you even see return of the Jedi? Chewbacca barely had to swing his arm to take out an officer.” Steve was just sitting there smiling and listening to you.

“Whatever (y/n).” you just scoffed at your brothers comment. You didn’t really talk much after that opting to listen to their conversation. Every now and then stealing a glance at Steve who for some reason also wasn’t talking very much.

“What’s that?” you heard El whisper as she pointed to a bright pink and green band around some girls wrist. You leaned in and whispered.

“It’s called a friendship bracelet, you make matching ones and give one to your best friend.”

“Oh.” she kept looking at in and it gave you an idea.

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“You want a ride home?” Steve asked as you walked out of the school with Dustin.

“Uh actually I was gonna go get some stuff at the craft store but t-thanks.”

“I can take you if you want, I don’t mind plus it’d take forever to get there and back to your house by foot.”

“S-sure uhh thanks.”

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Given that you had never really made a friendship bracelet you had to go get the supplies to make them. Deciding to go with red and black you made your way over to check out and Steve followed you along with Dustin. Steve grabbed some m&ms and three musketeers for him and Dustin.

“You want anything?”

“Me? Oh no it’s okay.”

“You sure? I don’t mind.”

“Why not? Okay um…” you looked over the different candy bars, biting your bottom lip. To which Steve couldn’t help but notice.

“How about m&ms?”

“Great choice.” he said, smiling as he tossed another bag of m&ms on the counter.

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You stayed silent most of the car ride while Dustin and Steve talked. Steve pulled up to the curb in front of your house. As you headed out of the car you heard Steve and Dustin talking about something you just couldn’t make out what it was but as he walked away Dustin seemed really happy.

“Bye see you later.” Steve said Said to both of you.

“Bye!” Dustin said and you could literally hear his grin. You just waved, walking into your house with the goofiest grin on your face little did you know Steve could hardly look away from you.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #x reader #steve harrington x shy reader #dustin henderson #will byers #lucas sinclair #mike wheeler #eleven #jane hopper #(y/n)#joe keery #joe keery x reader

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meetmeatthecoda · 7 years ago

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13, 23, 41, 47, 87, 89, 99

cute personal asks

Hey anon! :D Thank you so much for the asks, I really appreciate it! :) Here we go!

13: what’s something that made you smile today?

Hmmm… Well, it was Saturday, so that’s something. I got to chill out and do fun stuff today. :) But, more specifically, I treated myself and bought a small card binder to put all my Pokemon cards in from when I was a kid. It is a small thing but going through old stuff and getting organized like that makes me so happy! :D Guess that’s some OCD talkin’, but whatever! :’D

23: what’s your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations?

LOL like today? :’D Hmmm, several things, I’m sure. I have a running list that I chose from when I know I have nothing pressing to do and can relax a little (OCD LOLOLOL). I enjoy just watching a movie, coloring, writing fanfic (a relatively new hobby but one I am definitely loving :), reading, and just creating things, really. Something I’ve noticed about myself lately (and I’m sure this is a result of being more active here on tumblr) is that I get a lot of joy out of sharing things I’ve made, whether it be photography, art, or fanfiction. The feedback and connections I receive from people are truly wonderful :)

41: what’s the last book you remember really, really loving?

Oooh, good one. I love reading but sadly it seems that the older you get, the less time you have to read. Which is endlessly annoying considering I continue to acquire gently used books from a secondhand store near my house and yet I’m reading none of them. But as far as my last favorite book goes, I most recently read Sense and Sensibility for the first time over the summer. Having seen the 1995 movie before, there were no surprises except how much I really liked the book :) But there are so many books I really, really love… The other one coming to mind is Jane Eyre because I just re-watched the 2011 movie with my mom. :) Jane Eyre is probably my absolute favorite period novel. It just reads like 19th century fanfiction to me and I think Mr. Rochester and Jane are just tragic and beautiful :’) But Pride and Prejudice, both the book and the movie, are also good… Can you tell I have a thing for period pieces? :’D

47: what food do you think should be banned from the universe?

Oh man, I feel like I don’t have nearly enough culinary/cultural knowledge to answer this question… I’m way too American-ized in my food experience. That being said, we do have some disgusting things over here. For example, people seem to feel the need to fry just about everything. Pickles, turkeys, Oreos. Like, no. Just no. Granted, I’ve never tried any of these but I sincerely don’t want to because they sound disgusting as shit. Literally. So, to answer the question, I’m gonna go with fried Oreos. I mean, that’s gotta break some sacred culinary law, right?

87: what are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives?

Oh man. Again, way too many to chose from. I think I’ll go general and just say “the sad ones”. I’m someone who, especially when I was younger, hated being sad and considered it such a negative emotion. And, in many cases, it is but I think it can also be a cleansing emotion. So, I think once in a while, it’s healthy to let yourself watch that tear-jerker, whatever that is for you, and just have a good cry. It teaches you to love all your emotions and states of mind equally. There’s nothing wrong with being sad sometimes :)

89: are you close to your parents?

Yes, very much so. And I will also be grateful for that. :) I think parental relationships are among the strongest and most influential connections that people can have and it always pains me to see anyone that didn’t have a good relationship with their parents. I’ve lived with my parents my whole life so far, including right now while going to college and it’s been nothing but a pleasure :) It will certainly be strange when I end up moving out and I will always be thankful for the opportunity to continue learning from them and getting to know them throughout my young adult years :)

99: list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them.

Oh god, are you serious? I’m a classically trained musician so this is especially hard for me to answer and not fill up about three books. So I think I’ll just make a bullet pointed list of the ones off the top of my head and spare everyone.

Thomas Newman - Any Other Name

Max Richter - On the Nature of Daylight

Andrew Belle - All Those Pretty Lights

Biomusique - Redemption

Angels and Airwaves - Do It For Me Now

Hans Zimmer - Che Valiers de Sangreal

Dawn Golden - Discoloration

But omg, these are just from a quick scroll through my music and all these artist’s works are amazing, not just these particular songs, even those these all have that special something for me. But yeah, I could literally go on forever. So I’m gonna stop here.

Yay!! :D These were super fun, anon, thank you! I hope I didn’t bore you to tears! :) Thank you again!

#mine #ask #cute personal asks #anon #thank you!#:D #:)#<3

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psycho-alchemist · 8 years ago

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So Many Questions!!

Tagged by @thetruthofyourdespair, thank you!! :)

RULES: Answer all questions (that you can), add one question of your own and then tag as many people as there are questions.

1. coke or pepsi: COKE. Pepsi is horrible don’t do this

2. disney or dreamworks: Disney!! I owe my childhood to them, and their movies mean the world to me. <3

3. coffee or tea: Coffee yessssssssssssss

4. books or movies: If I have the time, I prefer books! But I also really appreciate dinosaur movies and animated movies.

5. windows or mac: Windows; ugh can’t stand Mac

6. dc or marvel: I never really got into either, honestly! I think I’d choose Marvel, but I also don’t know shit so

7. x-box or playstation: I’ve never owned either system, but I’ve played a lot of Xbox :)

8. dragon age or mass effect: Haven’t played or even heard of either, but I will look them up and check them out!!

9. night owl or early riser: Night owl, but I’m gonnna become an early riser once I start my job...

10. Cards or chess: Cards, but I only really like Uno. I don’t play chess because two of my cousins are literally top chess players in the country, so IT’S NEVER FUN

11. chocolate or vanilla: CHOCOLATE

12. vans or converse: I’ve only ever worn DC/Vans shoes! <3

13. lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash, or Adaar: uhh hold on let me google this.... Ah apparently it’s another Dragon Age thing, idk man

14. fluff or angst: I prefer angst most of the time, but GIVE ME OTOME GAME FLUFF PLS

15. beach or forest: Forest! I don’t really like being in the sun, since i’m pretty dark already Dx

16. dogs or cats: Cats! I don’t have the energy for dogs hahaha

17. clear skies or rain: clear sky; I like hearing the rain, but I don’t like how dark it gets :(

18. cooking or eating out: I hate cooking, but it’s better for my health Dx

19. spicy food or mild food: mild. I have a whole rant on this--I just feel like if food is spicy, I can’t taste the actual food! >:(

20. halloween/samhain or solstice/yule/christmas: CHRISTMAS <3

21. would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot: TOO COLD. I hate being too hot; I get so sweaty and gross, and you know...My hair is the only thing I have going for me. I can’t have my hair frizzing up in the heat; I look like Medusa. Too cold is perfect.

22. if you could have a superpower, what would it be: The ability to eat anything without it affecting my health 😭

23. animation or live action: animation! (unless we’re talkin about dinosaurs)

24. paragon or renegade: I DON’T PLAY MASS EFFECT (ummm where are the Fire Emblem questions??)

25. baths or showers: showers

26. team cap or team ironman: Iron Man, because he’s more relatable

27. fantasy or sci-fi: sci-fi, as long as it’s not super boring

28. do you have three or four favorite quotes, if so what are they: (not in order)

“I won’t say you’ll definitely make it if you don’t give up. But if you do give up, there’s nothing left.” - Aomine Daiki (Kuroko no Basuke) (I seriously motivated myself through college with this quote)

“I wonder what sort of criteria you use to divide people into good and evil.” - Makishima Shogo (Psycho Pass) (I do have a set of morals that I don’t budge on, but this quote (and this character in general) made me really question my morals and why I believe them.)

“I’d like a gas-heated bath more than a wife.” - Handa Seishuu (Barakamon) (um I mean SAME)

29. youtube or netflix: Youtube! I don’t have Netflix, and I have Youtube videos playing pretty much nonstop when I’m at home.

30. harry potter or percy jackson: PERCY JACKSONNNNNNNNNNNNNN

31. when you feel accomplished: when my edits get over 700 notes <3

32. star wars or star trek: Don’t kill me, but I really don’t care for either >_<

33. paperback books or hardback books: HARDBACKS. Hardbacks, I absolutely LOVE hardbacks. I have nothing against paperbacks either, obviously! But when I really treasure a book, I buy the hardback version so I can keep it in the best condition and not damage the spine/cover! <3

34. to live in a world without literature or without music? This sounds awful EITHER WAY, but I truly can’t live without music.

35. who was the last person to make you laugh? My mom! Idk what about, but she always makes me laugh c:

36. sour or sweet candy: Sweet

37. dawn or dusk: I’m never awake at dawn, so I’m gonna say dusk. If I am awake at dawn, I want to die.

38. piercings or tattoos: I’m not really into tattoos since my skin is stretched, but I love piercings!! I have two on each ear, and I’m planning to get another piercing after I graduate. :D

39. girls? HOT?????: There are so many hot girls out there.....................but I am NOT ONE OF THEM

40. snow or fog: Snow!! I love, love, LOVE snow.

41. do you sleep facing the wall or the room? I prefer to face the window, but only if there’s a curtain in front of that bitch

42. TRC or AFTG: alright let’s google these...............nope, I got nothing, idk

43. horror or drama: Horror. It scares the shit out of me and I need to be with someone else, but I hate excessively dramatic stuff.

44. ocarina of time or majora’s mask?: Hmmmm I haven’t actually played either, but I’m gonna say Majora’s Mask. My cousin has played both, but she’s played Majora’s Mask a bit more, so I’m more familiar with it.

45. would you rather live in an area of more nature or city?: City. I really like the city environment! Not a fan of big sprawling fields and shit

46. what’s your addiction right now?: Chocolate ice cream

47. what languages can you speak?: English

48. If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be?: the US or Japan. There are a lot of places I just wouldn’t feel comfortable :(

49. sun or moon?: The moon is prettier!

50. potato bread or banana bread?: 👏🏽 BANANA 👏🏽 BREAD 👏🏽 IS 👏🏽 MY 👏🏽 SHIT 👏🏽

51. are horses good?: I don’t trust them enough to ride them but they seem very sweet

52. Edward Elric or Alphonse Elric?: Edward, just because he has been a role model for me since I was 11. But I love Alphonse too <3

53. Logan or Deadpool?: I actually haven’t seen any of the X-Men movies or Deadpool. D:

54. Pokémon or Digimon?: Pokemon!! I love those games <3

55. One-shots or lengthy fics? Generally speaking, one-shots. I lose track of what’s going on in lengthy fics. Plus there are a lot of fics that never update or take a while. That’s not the writer’s fault, of course, but I prefer to read one-shots or maybe longer stuff that has been completed. Even then, I don’t read anything too long.

56. What’s a hairstyle you want but are too scared to try? (this is my question) I want this blue ombre so bad...but it’s way too much work smh

Thank you for the tag!! :)

I tag: @lil-dorkling, @lieutenant-sarcastic, @smallersocksx, @liberty-flight, @scarfblogs, @hannarunj, @lxnaalas, @maddreamwalker, and anyone else who wants to do this!! I chose who to follow based on mutuals and new followers, so I promise I’m not stalking any of you! And as always, you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. :)

#p-a talks #tag thing

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