#the valiant red peony

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The Valiant Red Peony : Red Peony Gambler (1968)

Set during the Meiji era, RED PEONY GAMBLER stars Fuji as Ryuko Yano, the daughter of a gambler. When her father is murdered, Ryuko takes on a new name derived from the crimson flower tattooed on her shoulder – “Oryu, the Red Peony” – and sets out for revenge.

One thing I noticed about Japanese films is the use of flower names to reflect their character like in Shogun (2024) and Yae no Sakura (2013). Here, Red Peonies are flowers that can live over 100 years and thrive in cold winters, indicating that she survived the worst.

As mentioned in my earlier post, Asian films like Japanese films have always featured strong women who are feminine, gentle and caring with those they love and care but fearless, cunning, steadfast and a force to be reckoned with, against enemies.

There are numerous films such as this, Lady Snowblood (1973), Crimson Bat : The Blind Swordswoman (1969), Undercover Geisha (2003) & Ichi (2008), and anime such as Carried by the Wind: Tsukikage Ran (2000), Joran : The Princess of Snow and Blood (2021) & Hell's Paradise: Jigokuraku (2023).

They inspire Hollywood shows like Kill Bill (2003), Blue Eye Samurai (2003) and Shogun (2024). Japanese films are underrated, especially the old ones that I feel it's wasted that most of these shows are not available on global mainstream sites for the world to enjoy and appreciate. But it's good to see people becoming aware of them.

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The Valiant Red Peony 1-3 (Kosaku Yamashita, 1968, Norifumi Suzuki, 1968 and Tai Kato, 1969) | Cover for Blu-ray boxset by Eureka Entertainment | Made in 2024 by Gokaiju

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I've been wanting to show these a little love, but not dwelling too long on each one. This is the poster for the the first Hibotan Bakuto movie. The Red Peony Gambler, sometimes called the Valiant Red Peony in Western releases. It's an 8-part series following the exploits of Ryuko Yano, the lady Yakuza. The movies came out over a span of 1968-1972. Eight movies in four years, far out. Not the biggest budget productions, but that didn't stop them from being popular. Your star here makes them. Junko Fuji is an absolute treasure and she makes Oryu feel so real. The epitome of "silk hiding steel."

The more I watch of these the more I feel they are one of the Jidaigeki references that trickled down into fairest Okiku, we've talked at length about that. She's a pastiche of this entire subgenre of female-led historical dramas. Polite & proper ladies denied their chance for a happy, normal domestic life taking matters into their own hands and protecting the weak. Seeing a pretty lady kick ass was new territory in the late 60s.

All told, you're not getting much more than Oryu's origins. How her plan for life fell apart and how she started to be the wandering gambler. It's a good standalone if you want to watch just one, but that means it lacks the unique feel the rest have. This one is probably the most graphic actually, still not as bad as counterparts like Tales of the Poison Seductress. The first two are the ones you can't skip if you care about the series though.

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Begin again

Pairing: Logan x MC? Mona x MC? Still not sure, can't decide, I want them both

Book: Choices: Ride or Die (~4 years later)

Word Count: ~3847

Rating: PG (some swearing)

Summary: Soon after Ellie arrives in college, she discovers her new city's racing scene and quickly dives into it. It all works out for her until a certain someone from her past shows up and dares her to a race, threatening to take the one thing she took for granted: her freedom.

Author’s Note: Written for @rodappreciationweek Day 6 - Wildcard. I've had this idea for ages and finally sat down to write it. It's a very rough first chapter draft for a sequel book. It's my version of how Ellie finds her way back to the crew and finally goes after what she wants. It's also my first fic, so any feedback is greatly appreciated. I recommend listening to this playlist while reading. Enjoy :)

Chapter One: The Tourist

Ellie Wheeler never disappointed. From a young age she proved to be a very smart girl, a compliant daughter, a reliable friend and an outstanding student. Everything she set her mind to, she achieved. College wasn’t supposed to be any different, it was certainly not much of a challenge –she excelled at her classes and was constantly praised by her teachers–, soon she found herself settling once again into a familiar routine, into her old self.

Her dad was talking to her again, Riya and Darius called every now and then and she even made a couple of new friends. Everything was going great... except she couldn't remember the last time she had felt this lonely. What a strange thing it is, to be perfectly fine and completely broken down at the same time. Everyone around her acted like the past months hadn't happened, and soon she started to act the part too. Langston College and the west coast were supposed to be a bright and new beginning, the start of her promising future, a clean slate. That’s what she needed, wasn’t it?

She’d stopped driving.

Her valiant, flaming red 1969 Chateaux Panther XX was a painful reminder of L.A. and everything that happened there. Of everything she lost. On her way to the east coast, she felt so excited and euphoric with all the possibilities that the wind and open road brought her. But all that quickly came to a halt when her car’s engine went quiet and she finally arrived at school. After that, each morning was like waking up from a fever dream. Had she really done all those things? Steal cars in the dead of night, aid career criminals, betray her dad’s trust, kidnap a man, get her driver’s license, fall in love. Every day for the last few months she detached herself more and more from those memories until they felt foreign, like they belonged to someone else. But a tattoo sleeve made of bright red peonies always seemed to do the trick and pull her back.

You’ll forget all about me soon enough, Logan had said to her on the last night they saw each other. But in that moment, lying in bed and softly touching her inked skin, she remembered.

Driving became harder and harder because she neither wanted to look back nor to forget, and her car always fell somewhere in the middle of those things. Until one day she made a choice, the first one in a while. After a couple of weeks of digging up information and skimming through the local news and social media, she found a video; a crowd of people taking over the street and cheering on a neon green Crown Centaure, not a car to Ellie’s taste but that wasn’t the point. It was showing off, doing burnouts at a sideshow, a cloud of smoke growing and the engine roaring. Ellie thanked the idiots who possibly risked their lives filming the whole thing, because she was able to track down the original video and username –someone called JesseSpeeds777– who posted it. It took a little while but finally, after stalking their account for days, they tweeted a date and place. She stood up, looked at her phone with determination and scribbled down the address in a piece of paper. The post was deleted a minute later. Bingo. Tonight, she would go out, and she would drive.

Ellie arrived fashionably in her Chateaux Panther, wearing red lipstick and a black leather jacket she borrowed from Mona but never returned. The spot was next to a stretch of a highway currently under construction. She heard loud music in the distance and that calmed her down a little, at least she knew she was in the right place. Ellie wondered how long they’d had before the police came around. She parked the car and got out. She shivered as the cold air met her and smiled. The scene before her was alive with people chatting and dancing and drinking. Some had a beer in their hands, others were showing off their cars’ engines, a few couples snuggled up together and there was a guy with a camera. The road was lit up with the cars’ high beams. It wasn’t the biggest crowd, but it was enough to make her feel the littlest bit at home. A couple of people turned to look at her, but no one seemed to pay too much attention. Ellie approached the guy with the camera, figured that if she wanted information she should start somewhere.

Camera guy was wearing a hoodie and baggy pants, a DSLR camera hung from his neck. The lid was off and he was angling it to get a good shot of the Crown Centaure’s driver – the one Ellie saw in the video–, who was currently revving the engine to a scream. The car was going around in circles doing doughnuts, a cloud of smoke was raising up into the night sky and the concrete stained with tire tracks. Ellie cleared her throat before interrupting his shot.

“Hey.” He barely noticed her; all he did was give her a side-eye. After a moment of awkward silence, Ellie persisted. “Is it hard filming it?” She thought he wasn’t going to answer her and turned to go, but then he finally spoke.

“No”, he replied to her question in a toneless voice. “You just gotta know when to get outta the way.” Ellie scoffed; her dad told her something similar when giving her driving lessons. You have to leave enough room for stepping on the brakes, he advised, and know when to quit. Something she failed to do. She quickly brushed the thought off and continued the interrogation.

“What’s going down tonight?” This sideshow had a much more relaxed vibe than in L.A. Not a lot of action going on.

“Slow night, just an ‘08 Crown Centaure,” he pointed to the green car and then nodded towards a white one, “and a ‘17 Devore GT doing burnouts or whatever.” Ellie felt something sink inside her as she recognized the second car. It wasn’t exactly like Logan’s, his had different mods. Still, her heart went out to him as she imagined how long he kept on driving and where he ended up. Probably the furthest possible place from her.

“Do they race?” she inquired, changing the subject to what really interested her.

“Sometimes.” He crossed his arms in a slightly defensive manner. “You're an awful lot of curious, aren’t you? Who did you say invited you?”

Ellie froze in mild shock, were there really invitations or was he just messing with her? She decided to tell the truth, kind of. “JesseSpeeds777?”

“Oh, you know Jesse?” His brows raised in surprise; he smiled a little.

“Yes,” she stuttered. “I mean, I’ve been following him for a while. Saw him posting a couple of videos and an address, thought I’d come check it out.”

“Uh-huh, and are you from around here? That your ride?” He pointed to her Chateaux Panther. Ellie didn’t like the tone of his question, like he couldn’t believe she owned a car like that. She instantly stood straighter, as if to appear taller.

“I moved here a couple of months ago. And yes, that is my car.” Her voice was low and had a hint of indignation. She self-consciously leaned on the hood of her Chateaux Panther in a protective way.

“Sorry.” He noticed the shift in her friendly demeanor, took a step back and lifted his palms in a playful way. “It’s just- Well, you don’t look the type to drive that,” he sounded way too amused, “but I bet it’s not the first time you’ve heard that. Cool paint job, by the way," Ellie gathered that Toby would have loved to hear that, as if his ego needed more encouraging. "I bet it can seriously run.” A smile tug at her lips.

“Yeah, it does.”

Camera guy squinted at her with curiosity, now he was the one with a lot of questions. “You race?”

“Not for a while.” She stated softly, like a whisper.

The sound of sirens in the distance cut their conversation short. Camera guy was startled but didn’t look scared, if anything he was annoyed. He took his fingers to his mouth and let out a loud whistle. “Beat it, people!” Not two seconds later everyone began to run to their cars, flashes of movement and color passed in front of Ellie, she was too entranced to do anything but watch.

Everyone hurried to get to a car before they were left behind. It was a scene of chaos, almost a beautiful one. Their panic was all the action Ellie had come looking for. She couldn’t help but chuckle at the sound of the engines revving and horn blaring, she had missed this. Camera guy took his time walking to his car, a beaten down Voyage Encounter with a couple of dents. He didn’t look worried in the slightest. He gave Ellie one last look before getting inside, “You got a name?”

“I’m- just a tourist, passing by.” Colt called her that once, too much of a coward to either be part of the crew or go home.

He laughed. “Okay, tourist girl. I’m JesseSpeeds777, but just call me Jess.”

Ellie laughed too, in complicity, the kind you share with someone whom you’ve just met but realize you’re going to be good friends with. Ellie got in her Panther and started it; Jesse did the same.

“You plan on sticking around?” he asked from the driver’s seat.

“I think I will.”

She drove away, leaving the sound of sirens behind. Her hands gripped the steering wheel tightly and she pressed the gas pedal just a bit hard. The wind and open road embraced her once again with the promise of trouble, and this time she wouldn’t back down.

***

By her senior year, Ellie 'the Tourist' Wheeler was her city's underground celebrity. She would show up randomly at different sideshows across town, do a few stunts here and there and then disappear until the next time. The spots changed regularly to avoid the police, but Ellie always got the invites. But whenever she raced? That's when the crowds were the biggest. Everyone who was into racing or cars went out to see her.

There were rumors about her, who she was and where she came from. Ellie's personal favorite was one that claimed she ran away from a band of car thieves and was currently wanted by the FBI back home. Others said she had an auto shop and could hook you up with all sorts of cars. Someone even spread the gossip that she was a preppy student who dropped out of school to become a stunt driver. They all had a little bit of truth in them but either way, people knew better than to piss her off, in case she was involved in illegal stuff. That worked for Ellie, because she was able to continue her studies at Langston by day, and then go out and drive by night. The only one who was familiar with the full story was Jesse. They became good friends, as predicted, and eventually she decided to tell him the whole truth. It only made him like her more. Plus, he'd get a ton of views from filming The Tourist on the road, so he liked her alright. There were a couple of close calls over the last three years, when she had to escape police pursuit, but they both managed to get away.

It was the summer break before her last term and everything seemed to be alright, Ellie had found her little routine. Jesse invited Ellie to a meetup, a private one. Apparently, someone wanted to challenge her to a drag race. Over the years, Ellie's pride had gotten bigger, so much that she was intrigued enough to meet whoever wanted to dare her.

Ellie had been thinking a lot about what she would do once she graduated. Could she continue to live like this? She didn't see herself working a 9 to 5, but she also couldn't picture leaving everything behind to become a getaway driver. She hated the solitude that both options inspired in her. All Ellie knew is that she expected more.

Jesse and her arrived at the meetup together. A straightaway in the industrial district, a part of town that was abandoned a long time ago. If the cops were alerted, it wouldn't be a quick response. Very few people lived around, and the authorities didn't seem interested in protecting them. It was deathly quiet and Ellie didn't like this at all.

"You know you don't have to do this, right?" Jesse uttered, he too felt something wasn't entirely right. Ellie nodded gravely, her curiosity getting the best of her.

Soon, a couple of high beams showed up in the dark. The engine grew louder as it approached them, there was a distinct turbo sound that accompanied the machine. Once she was able to see a car with tinted windows, a little gasp escaped Ellie's mouth. It was a pitch black Revello Vipere hypercar. One of the fastest, mightiest, most exclusive sports cars built to date. Ellie read that they only made a couple hundred of them, and they were customizable. It was truly a thing of beauty; a lustrous and muscular display of what money can buy. Ellie and Jesse looked at each other in disbelief.

"Who's that?" he whispered.

A man in a matching black suit got out of the car. He straightened the lapel of his jacket as he walked towards Ellie. He looked like he was in his mid 30's, the yuppie type. His hair was gelled back and had an icy presence that left a trail of silence in his wake.

"Good evening, my name is Roman Bright." He saluted Ellie and Jesse, offering a handshake only Jesse accepted. "And I've been looking for you, Ellie Wheeler."

Ellie froze in horror, she felt like a thousand little needles pricked her from the inside. She hadn't thought of L.A. in a while. It took her a few seconds to recognize him. That name.... he was the billionaire who bought the Verratti Le Mans Sport cars. The same cars the MPC stole in order to get the Brotherhood off their backs, which didn't work out in the end. Ellie took a step back.

"I see you remember me." He added in a honeyed voice, with a cold and condescending smile.

"Why are you here?" Ellie questioned him. It had to do with the crew, she was sure of it. Why else would he be looking for her?

Jesse stared at both of them in confusion, but didn't utter a word.

"I wanted to meet the great Tourist, of course. I've heard so much about you, I feel as though I already know you." That didn't make any sense. If Ellie remembered correctly, Roman lived back in the west coast and even if she was street-famous, there was no way they'd hear about her all the way back home.

"Really? And how do you know my name?" Ellie's breath became unsteady and her heart leapt in her chest. "How did you even find me?"

"A pretty bird." Roman smirked, he was enjoying this, the distress on her face as she tried to puzzle things out.

"I just had to come out and meet you. I mean, that stunt you pulled at the Grapevine? I was impressed, but not so much that I forgot the ten million dollars that you stole from me."

Ellie's words failed her; she scanned the place for a way out. But even if Jesse and her managed to get to their cars, she wasn't sure they could outrun him. How could this happen? She hadn't felt at such a disadvantage in a long time, ever since she started racing again, she had been in control. Even when she had to make a getaway, she always knew it was up to her to protect her freedom.

"Why now?" That was all she could ask.

"Glad you mention it. As it happens, I'm in need of a big favor. And I believe you are the perfect person to help me." Roman emphasized the word 'perfect', taunting Ellie, as if he was preparing to reveal a big secret.

"Or what? You're going to charge me the 10 million if I don't help you? Go to the police after all this time?"

"You don't really think I'm here for the money, do you? I thought you were supposed to be a smart kid." Ellie didn't know when she started clenching her fists, but she could feel her body tensing by the minute. She was like a bomb's timer running out of time.

"Why don't we make a game of it? A race." Roman proposed nonchalantly, perhaps this is what he came looking for after all. An opportunity to get a sort of payback for his wounded pride and millions stolen.

"If I lose, I'll leave you be. You won't hear from me again, and we can just say I came to meet you as a fan of your skills." Ellie didn't believe for one second that he would really leave her alone. He had come to her with a purpose, and he was definitely the entitled type of person that wouldn't stop until he had his way. Still, she listened carefully.

"But if I win, you have to help me." Ellie was all but ready to tell him to fuck off, and he seemed to notice that. So, he added, "I'll even tell you how I found you."

That was enough to send her spiraling. He somehow knew this was only way she'd be tempted to accept.

"Ellie, wait-" Jesse intervened when he saw her face and realized what she was about to do.

"Okay. Let's do it."

Roman smiled widely, it was the first time it looked genuine. Jesse grabbed Ellie by the arm and dragged her a couple steps away, out of Roman's reach.

"Are you crazy? What the fuck is going on? Who is this guy?" She didn't feel like explaining. She was already high on adrenaline. But mostly, this was the first time in a while she acknowledged how badly she wanted to welcome back her old life.

"A job I did with the crew back home. You remember the one with the Verratti cars? That's the guy we stole them from, the Silicon Valley prick who bought them."

"No fucking way." Jesse rubbed his eyes and sighed. It was too early in the night to already be neck-deep in so much shit. "We could just make a run for it." It wasn't a bad suggestion. In retrospect, they should have. But even Jesse knew, in the time he'd known Ellie, that once she made up her mind there was no convincing her otherwise.

"I don't know what he wants, or how he tracked me down. It doesn't make sense, unless..."

"What?"

"Someone sold me out." That was what got to her, the prospect of finding out who gave her identity and location up. "It had to be someone from the crew. Besides them and my dad, no one else knows about that job." She was both furious and incredibly relieved to at least have some news from the crew. Whoever it was, at least they were alive and, presumably, well.

"I do." Jesse asserted as if he wanted to be a part of the suspects' list.

"Yeah, but something tells me you're not best friends with this rich asshole." They both cracked up and the tiniest bit of tension dissipated.

"I can win this, don't worry." Ellie assured him, whatever happened, she would make sure to keep him out of harm's way.

"Pfft, of course you can. It's just a supercar with a W-16 turbocharged engine, 1'500 horsepower and it goes up to 260 MPH. Definitely nothing to worry about." He did that every time, enlist a car's specifications as if it meant anything other than it can run really fast. Ellie rolled her eyes. Toby and him would have definitely hit it off.

"I'm messing with you, you got this. I got you." He gave her a grin and an awkward pat in the shoulders.

They walked back to Roman, more confident, and asked, "You ready?"

"So exciting." He smirked again, nodded and applauded in manic fashion. He and Ellie got into their cars and started them. Both engines roaring and screaming as they pressed on the acceleration. They lined up besides each other. Jesse stepped between them.

"When I give you the sign, you can go. First driver to make it to the lamp post wins." He pointed to a post that was something of a quarter mile away.

"Let's see what you're made of, Elizabeth Wheeler." She didn't bother to reply, one way or another, it would end fast.

"Go!"

Time appeared to slow down. A lot -and nothing- can happen in a 10-second race. Despite running against the Revello hypercar, she took the lead. Ellie knew there was little in the world that could compare to the thrill of racing. Her heart hammering on her chest so loud and hard it might actually burst out, the sheer force of gravity pulling her to the driver's seat, the blood thumping and rushing to her brain, the way the world becomes blurry and all that's left are streaks of light passing her by. She liked all those things, but the thing she loved the most was the silence that followed once she passed the 165mph mark. The wind drowned everything else out, and for a few seconds, she truly felt alive.

Right before reaching the finishing line, she released the gas pedal ever so slightly. Barely, but just enough for Roman to catch up to her and pass her by at the last second. Ellie always wondered if she did it on purpose.

When it was over, he came out of his car triumphantly. He slammed his fists on the car's hood. Jesse's face said he knew what Ellie had done, he understood. She was still inside her Panther when Roman strutted to her door and leaned on the window's frame, invading her space.

"Looks like you're coming back to L.A. with us, Tourist. I have a job for you."

"Us?" she slowly turned to really look at him, perhaps for the first time.

"Oh, didn't I tell you? My mistake. You'll be working with an old friend of yours. I'm sure you have a lot of catching up to do." He nodded towards his car; the passenger's door opened and a pair of boots became visible. She had no idea there was someone else in the car with him.

"Mona." Ellie muttered to herself, if only to say it out loud and make sure she wasn't hallucinating.

"Nice to see you, gorgeous."

[playing-poet]

Autumn

Crisp copper leaves crunch, The same color as her hair, Dancing in the wind and rain. Winter’s on its way, Leaving us drifting With ghosts in our lungs And wishes on our teeth.

Trees whisper secrets, Planting them with kisses On the cheeks of the breeze. The sun is down for now, Hiding from our searching eyes. Beneath our boots, Crisp copper leaves crunch.

Damp wood splutters, The spitting sky killing Our brilliant little fire. Fall is falling heavy, Dropping rain and death. The dying embers flash The same color as her hair.

Her smile is radiant, Burning brighter than our fire Ever dared to be. She does not mind the chill, Biting back at the wind as it nips And leaves her nose peony pink, Dancing in the wind and rain.

The gusts turn colder, Bringing with them shrieks and groans Of the dying North. The world around us decays, Rotting into frigid wasteland, And we see it coming; Winter’s on its way.

It freezes the soil to brittle chunks And rips us up by our roots. We are fragile creatures in the cold, Frost laced and shivering. The bitter wind batters us Unmoored between doorways, Leaving us drifting.

We died with summer, But our death was not a painful one. Our fall from grace was fun and free, Painted in brilliant reds and golds, But now the world is cold and dead. We watch it through haunted eyes With ghosts in our lungs.

I am frozen, Standing beside her as Tongues make a valiant effort To choke our words, Trying to retreat from The bitter tang of broken dreams And wishes on our teeth.

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About Me

Thank you @galadrieljones for tagging me <3

Rules: answer the 20 questions and tag 20 amazing followers you would like to get to know better.

Name: Lidia

Nickname: Lids, Lid-yah (my parents’ lazy way to call me), Fi-ju/Fei-ju/Huìzhū [慧珠] (rarely used varied pronunciations of my Chinese name), Lid-face, One-eyed-ibis (thanks cousins).

Zodiac sign: Cancer

Height: 5′6″/ 169cm

Orientation: I would say I’m more pansexual, and used to identify as bisexual. I just know I will like who I like regardless of sexual orientation, gender identity or preferred pronoun.

Ethnicity: Chinese & 1/16th Timorese (I hope I did the maths right). Possible Mongolian ancestry too?

Favorite fruit: Mango. I like the dried mangoes, green mangoes, the kind where it’s half green/ripe, mango nectar … ALL THE MANGOES.

Favorite season: Autumn & Winter, because layers <3

Favorite book series: I don’t think I’ve read a whole proper series of books except Wicked Lovely series by Melissa Marr and Twlight series by Stephenie Meyer, all read during high school/a few years after high school when I used to read a lot. I know I liked a few select books of a book series that I read ages ago, but never read the whole series. A few that come to mind:

M’Lady Witch from the Warlock’s Heirs series by Christopher Stasheff

Murder in the Dark from Phryne Fisher series by Kerry Greenwood (the TV series adaptation is fantastic, go watch Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries if you can)

Angels and Demons and The Da Vinci Code from the Robert Landon series by Dan Brown

and Valiant: A Modern Faerie Tale from the Modern Faerie Tales series by Holly Black.

Also, does manga count? Because so many manga (Sailor Moon, Angel Sanctuary, Pet Shop of Horrors, Tokyo Ghoul; to name a few).

Favorite flower: Lotus. Or water lily. Or peonies. Or succulents …

Favorite scent: Citrus. Lemons, limes, oranges, grapefruit, mandarin (tangerines) … all them good smells

Favorite color: Mint, or light/soft version of green/blue. I’m also fond of peach/pastel orange.

Favorite animals: PANDAS, red pandas, giraffes, elephants, sea otters, fennec, almost all baby animals.

Coffee, tea or cocoa: Tea/Cocoa, mostly just soy/almond green tea/chai/rose. I used to drink coffee but can’t anymore because tummy aches but I do love the smell of coffee.

Average sleep hours: It’s either 4 hours or 12+, there is no in between.

Cat or dog person: BOTH.

Favorite fictional characters: This is really difficult, but also pretty obvious if you look through my likes … Solas, Thane, and Garrus fill most of it … others were, and not limited to, Xena, The Doctor, River Song, Tommy and Kimberly from Power Rangers because one of my earliest OTP without knowing what OTP was, and all the major characters from Sailor Moon (even the ‘bad guys’).

Number of blankets you sleep with: One duvet folded in half, so acts like 2 layers really.

Dream trip: Japan & Korea (actually going soon 2017!), Portugal, Timor Leste, Taiwan (been once before but didn’t get to really explore), Ireland (my friend hyped this place up having done exchange study there, and I’m fond of the accents), and maybe London?

Blog created: I had to check. 2010. But wasn’t as ‘active’ until 2015 maybe? I changed my blog name a few times over the years though.

Number of followers: Currently 162 <3 I don’t know what’s interesting about my page, but thank you for following me :’)

If y’all are inclined, tagging @cardolay-blog @slay19-blog @boobette @matttlee-blog @gotagoodfeelingabouthagrids @semi-auto-magic @realemmcee @infjvent @the-real-infguy @solaspls @97seconds @evillyte​ @birdswingonthewindow @ladymaleeka and anyone else who would like do this :) This took me longer to fill out but thank you for stopping by!

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