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Yesterday, we found many pounds of old explosives that could've at any point crystalized and burned down our barn and house. Bomb squad's already been there.

One of my first ever fanfictions was a slender man horror story, only to jump onto the slender man who's Tom Hiddleston. There's one active Tom blog still here on tumblr that has my vampire phantom of the opera story and I cannot remember which of his characters it was. i will confirm if someone finds it if it's mine, but I"m not lookin

My view on the afterlife was heavily influenced by Maybird and the Ever After. That series. Fucked. so hard. Spoilers ish but bringing down the afterworld version of a dictator who's literally torturing ghosts? a bee ghost chimera dude who can read minds??? it's entirely and fully a kid's series and i'll defend them to my fucking death. I just went on an infor dump session to @zorgishborg on this series and I need u to know the Bogeyman is also known as the Boogieman due to his well known, hyper exclusive, disco parties that he DJ's.

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Ooh random facts about myself are so hard 😭

Um....

1) I have an obscene amount of earrings. Like I bought a box to keep them in and now I just leave them everywhere bc the box is too full I can't fit them all in. And I still buy more semi-regularly. It's becoming an issue 😅

2) I carry a tape measure everywhere I go in case I ever need to measure someone for a bra (I'm only half joking. Keeping it in my bag is the easiest way for me to know where it is when someone needs to go bra shopping (I'm a fully qualified bra fitter 💁))

3) I go to the same coffee shop and get the same order so often multiple people know me and my order. I even have one of them on Instagram

[chrism02]

Not an ask

I just wanted to say hey friend! I recently discovered your AO3 stories and all I can say is this..... Thank you so much for your Alfred Molina content. You are one of the few who are single handedly keeping me in the Molina fandom. Your stories are amazing and I can't stop reading them

I hope you're doing awesome! Take care friend!

Thank you for the nice words, they made my day. 🤗 I'm happy that you discovered my fics and that you like them. 😊 Have a lovely day! Here is more reading material for you:

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[emostudent]

15 questions 15 mutuals

tagged by @emozionidinchiostro (thanks amo<3)

are you named after anyone? no, idk why they chose my name, my mum said she liked the meaning of it AND it was of jewish origins so it was perfect.

when was the last time you cried? this morning, it's exams season for uni students in my country and i'm failing so, so bad, i was held back a year (more or less) and i see all of my friends graduating while i'm still here.

do you have kids? no. and i'm not planning on having any in the future, i'll be perfectly content with my single and childless aunt status.

do you use sarcasm a lot? yes, it's the only way i'm able to communicate with other people.

what sports do you play/have played? contrary to popular belief, MANY. i've done ballet for 10 years, swimming for 6, volleyball for 2, kickboxing for 4 and i've been running for 4/5, now i'm doing pilates (cuz i'm old and my back hurts) and weight training at the gym.

what's the first thing you notice about people? how they are dressed: do their clothes fit? are their clothes fashionable? are their clothes nice? are their clothes clean? what's their aesthetic? i think that clothes tell you a lot about the person.

what's your eye colour? plain and boring brown (like they are really, REALLY brown, like when you draw something and you use the fill brush, no speck of gold or darker brown no nothing, like sims default eyes.

scary movies or happy endings? what about scary movies with a happy ending? i don't really like unhappy endings, those are the movies i never rewatch because i want to watch happy things, if i wanted to watch something sad and depressing i'd just have take a look at my life.

any special talents? i can drive a plane? idk if that's a special talent, maybe more like a skill(yes this is a flex). as far as talents go i'd say i'm a very good liar (but i only unse my powers for good) and people naturally open up to me, so i'd say i'm a good listener.

where were you born? italy! funnily enough, i was born in the hospital right netx to to what it would've been my high school!

what are your hobbies? readin' 'n' drawin', in other words the classics, but i also love crocheting!

do you have pets? AH. i wish.

how tall are you? exactly 163cm

favourite subject in school? in high school it was either english, physics or laboratory of architecture, in uni it's introduction to astrophysics, inorganic chemistry and physics 3.

dream job? i have MANY: i'd love to be an astrophysicist and do research on the composition of the first generation of stars, or be a tattoo artist, no in between.

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[overlookedfile]

I posted 3,503 times in 2022

That's 3,503 more posts than 2021!

129 posts created (4%)

3,374 posts reblogged (96%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@heythereimashley

@illiana-mystery

@heartofhubris

@unitedfandomsoftheworld

@fuckyeahalfredmolina

I tagged 3,125 of my posts in 2022

Only 11% of my posts had no tags

#alfred molina - 1,359 posts

#plot bunny - 347 posts

#support the arts - 310 posts

#❤️ - 252 posts

#doc ock - 155 posts

#fanfic - 121 posts

#tw fuckyeahalfredmolina - 119 posts

#writing - 114 posts

#three pines - 112 posts

#❤️❤️❤️ - 111 posts

Longest Tag: 132 characters

#tldr; go read the books if you want but definitely plan to watch the show when it comes out so we can get at least 2 seasons of this

I sent 3 gifts in 2022

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Angel: 'I think I'm falling in love with you'

It took me a minute to come up with something for this one, only because I didn’t want to re-write something I’ve read from someone else (who arguably has written it better anyway) or copy a scene from the WiP I’m already writing. Not sure it’s very original, but here you go.  ~ ~ ~ Rating: Teen (lots of cussing) Pairing: Angel x Prostitute Summary: Almost got hung myself once. Didn’t care for it much. Length: Drabble Approx. Reading Time - 5 minutes (200 words/minute)

Angel had barely levered himself up from the bed, extending himself to reach for his boots, when the door banged open. Even before the whore screamed, before the double barreled shotgun had begun to swing toward him, he threw himself at the window. It shattered against his shoulder and he tumbled ass over teakettle onto the porch roof. He plummeted to the ground, landing with a terrible thud that drove all the air out of his lungs.

"Son of a bitch! Get him!"

Diaphragm still paralyzed, he struggled to his feet and staggered towards the hitching post. All at once his lungs expanded, greedily sucking in as much air as they could hold, and he fumbled to free the reins. There was ruckus inside the brothel now, heavy tread coming down the stairs at a rapid clip, and men yelling, women screaming and shouting.

He was already turning his horse, one foot barely in the stirrup, ready to gallop as soon as he got his ass in the saddle, when the first shot rang out. Fuck. That had come from across the street. Abandoning half the plan, he locked his hands around pommel and cantle and crouched low in the stirrup, throwing his other knee into the animal's side instead of over it. Muscles flexed and bunch, not unlike the way his own were coiled in that moment, and the beast took off.

Trick riders might make that sort of thing look easy, but Angel was no trick rider. He was just a man desperate to escape a potentially fatal situation. Jostled and snatched around, he clung to the saddle for dear life and did his best to guide the horse by reins alone. The gunshots faded a little as that end of town fell away behind him, enough for him to risk throwing himself over the saddle. It knocked the air out of him like a punch in the gut, but he got his other leg over as the beast threatened to bounce him off.

Ahead he could see approaching silhouettes. He slowed his mount for a stride or two, evaluating, then a shot whizzed by his ear. More enemies. "Shit!"

His horse sat practically on its ass as he demanded a sudden halt and they pivoted, launching off in a new direction. Blasting through the alley between buildings, praying no pretentious city types had dared to put up any fences, they raced to get out of town. He had just enough time to register that something was moving through the air in his direction, enough time to choke up on the reins but not enough time to convey any new information to his mount, when the oak board caught him in the face.

Blinded by the explosion of pain, he was driven backward out of the saddle, rolling over his horse's flank and smashing face down into the dirt just as he lost consciousness.

Waking up wasn't particularly pleasant, either. He couldn't breathe, couldn't smell anything but the rancid metallic scent of old blood. Which he could also taste, unfortunately, and it was just as foul. His whole face throbbed with the beat of his heart, but especially his nose. Definitely broken. Squinting, groaning, he took in his situation.

Hands bound behind his back. Rope around his neck. Seated on a chair. In the middle of nowhere and nothing. Damn.

"You awake, yet, you cheating son-of-a-bitch?"

He glared back at the ugly cuss who'd spoken and the posse at his back. "Yeah, I'm awake."

His words came out as thick as the glob of coagulated blood and saliva he spit in their direction. Even talking made his nose hurt worse, and he hadn't thought that'd be possible. He didn't need to ask why they'd strung him up. It hadn't been all that long ago that he'd taken their money.

"I told you you'd regret crossing me," the smug bastard reminded him.

"I didn't cheat you." He jerked his chin in their direction. "I didn't cheat any of you. You suck at cards, that's all. Shouldn't bet what you can't stand to lose. Everybody knows that."

"That right? Well, I guess you made your last bet, stranger."

The brute raised his gun, aiming somewhere under Angel's feet, and pulled the trigger. He heard glass shatter and the chair swayed dangerously. Eyes widening, he dared turn his head to look as best as he could. There were boards under his chair, layers of them with gaps between. If the broken glass was any indication, those gaps held materials that would destabilize beneath him with each shot they took. Another bullet came his direction, taking out another bottle from between the boards, and Angel shut his eyes to pray to a god he hadn't believed in for more than a decade.

More shots rang out then, a cacophony of them, and then other noises. Shouting. Yelling. Audible chaos. He opened his eyes again as a last shot faded into the hills. Standing on the other side of a field of corpses was a familiar face with a revolver in each hand and a third tucked into the front of her dress.

Never in his life had Angel been happier to see a prostitute, even if his grin brought fresh blood gushing over his mustache. Behind her, he could see his horse with his boots and hat resting across the saddle.

"I think I'm falling in love with you," he hollered to her.

Letting spent casings drop to the ground at her feet, she began to reload with ammunition purloined from the dead men. It wasn't like they would need it anymore. "Don't make me shoot you, too, sweetheart. I'd hate to lose my best customer because he lost all his good sense."

40 notes - Posted May 28, 2022

#4

Touch-starved Ricardo! 'You're legally obligated to keep holding me.' And 'I haven't been hugged in years.'

Oooh. I like this. Probably not what you were thinking, but it's what came to mind. Thank you muchly. ~ ~ ~ Rating: PG-13 Pairing: DDA Evelyn Price x DDA Ricardo Morales Summary: A witness interview doesn't go well. Length: Drabble Approx. Reading Time - 3 minutes (200 words/minute)

Ricardo can see the tension building in his co-lead. It's there in the set of her shoulders, but most especially in the way her hands are clenched against her thighs beneath the table. He's been watching it grow for the past hour, winding tighter like the click-click-click of a ratchet with every snide remark and scathing insult recorded into the deposition from their witness. Well, the defense's witness.

He'd been sure she would say something. He hadn't chosen to work with her for her meekness of spirit, after all, but she'd kept her tongue thus far. She was too professional to make a scene that could affect her career. Which meant he would have to address it.

"Alright, Ms. Grace. I think we'll take a break here," he announces, scribbling his last notes onto the page and closing the file. "Would you like anything? A drink or something to eat?"

Again proving herself the negation of her name, the young woman derides him for wasting yet more of her time. He takes it to mean she's fine as she is. When they leave the room, closing the door on the witness, he cups Evelyn's elbow and steers her towards his office. She doesn't resist, doesn't even act surprised.

The moment he gets the door shut behind them, she darts forward. It takes him by surprise and he nearly stumbles as her arms close around his waist. Hesitant, he lowers his hands to her shoulders.

"You're legally obligated to keep holding me," she informs him before he can say a word.

It provokes a laugh and the tension bleeds away. He looks fondly down at the top of her dark hair. "Why is that?"

"If you don't, I might just kill that horrible woman."

"That's a bold thing to say to a deputy D.A.," he observes, but holds her just a little tighter nonetheless. A beat passes, then two, and he can feel his heart rate dropping to restful, lethargic levels. "I haven't been hugged in years," he remarks quietly.

"That's a shame, because you're very nice to hug," Evelyn responds. Her arms relax, sinking around his hips. In turn, he shifts his arms lower on her back, holding her a little closer. "That's better," she sighs. "You're good at this."

He can't quell the smile that lifts the corners of his lips. "Gracias."

"De nada." She turns her head, hiding her face against his tie and mumbling something he can't make out.  

Her breath warms his skin beneath his shirts. "I didn't catch that."

"This isn't very becoming of me, is it?" she asks a little louder from the same position.

He doesn't even need to think about it. "We all have something that gets under our skin. I'm not sure why this woman has gotten under yours, but I'm actually quite proud of how you handled yourself in that room. I, on the other hand, have a reputation for my temper."

"It is a hell of a temper," she agrees and he can feel her smile against him before she starts to pull away.

"Ah." He resists just a little, letting her feel his reluctance to let go. "Maybe just another few minutes?"

"Thank you."

She leans in again, shuffling further into his personal space, and he sighs as he curls his hands around her much smaller frame. It's fine if she thinks he's doing it for her. She doesn't need to know he's the one who yearns for the comfort of being held.

49 notes - Posted May 27, 2022

#3

MasterList - Alfred Molina

My Fiction - Alfred Molina Characters

Author’s Note: Likely no updates from 8/19 through 9/1 due to work. Sorry.

Updated: 10/23/2022

This is to help keep a list for me of what I’m working on, need to work on, what I’ve done, etc. A sort of accountability chart, if you will.

For brevity sake, I’ve moved everything under a cut.

Listed Alphabetically by Fandom (”The” ignored in titles that start with)

~ ~ ~

Chocolat - Comte de Reynaud

Temper Us in Fire - WiP - Chapters 6 of ? (Updates on SUNDAYs)

~ ~ ~

Da Vinci Code, The - Bishop Manuel Aringarosa

Sins of the Father - WiP (not posted)

~ ~ ~

Indiana Jones series - Satipo

“Para Mi” Series (Posted Order)

Legendary Reputations - Complete

Writing a New History - WiP (not posted)

~ ~ ~

Law & Order: LA - Ricardo Morales

“12 Hours” Series (Chronological Order)

Motive  - Complete

Means - Complete

Opportunity - Complete

Suspicions - Complete

Intrigues - Complete

Consensus - Complete - Chapters: 1 , 2 , 3 

Precedent - Complete

Corruption - Complete

Crime & Court - WiP - Chapters 2 of ?

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54 notes - Posted May 13, 2022

#2

Otto octavious fluff please :) S/O in quedtion is into really gorey horror movies and they finally convinced otto to watch some 80s horror fic with them

This took an unacceptably long time to put together, but honestly, it’s because I’m not much of the horror-movie type. I watch them occassionally, but they’re not my prefered genre and I don’t usually write horror-anything, either. My apologies if this isn’t at all what you wanted. I guess we’ve now made clear one of my weak points. Sorry. 🥺

Warnings: mentions of blood/gore, gn!reader, suggestive content (no smut)

Note: This is pre-accident Otto.

Approx. Reading Time - 5 minutes (200 words/minute)

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Even the skeptical looks your boyfriend kept throwing your way couldn't dampen your spirits. Otto had finally, after months of your cajoling and wheedling, agreed to watch a horror movie with you. You rubbed your hands together and willed the popcorn to pop faster. At last, you carried the butter-drenched bowl back to the couch and sank into the cushions next to him.

"You're sure this one isn't as gory as the others?" Otto asked. "I've caught glimpses of some of that stuff you watch, you know."

You balanced the bowl on his knee and kissed his shoulder. "It's as much camp as horror," you assured him, taking up the remote. "And it's got a cult following."

"That doesn't reassure me."

Despite his less than thrilled tone or choice of words, he wrapped his arm around your waist, snugging you against his side as you hit 'play'. On the screen, the title card shown for a moment before the camera began to jerkily pan over swamp water. You grinned and shoved a handful of salty snack food into your mouth.

"Solid as a rock," Otto mumbled, echoing the dialogue. He sighed as he looked at you. "They're all going to die, aren't they?"

"Not all of them," you drawled.

Your next handful of popcorn was redirected by his hand on your wrist. He stole the kernels with tongue and teeth, making you shiver. Oh, so that's how he was gonna play it, huh?

"You'd better pay attention," you teased. "There's going to be a test afterwards."

He hummed and took your fingers into his mouth, wrapping his tongue around each in turn until he'd devoured all traces of the popcorn. He caressed the inside of your wrist with his thumb as he pulled your hand away again, knowing exactly what he was doing to you. "I'll keep that in mind."

You tucked your feet under you, the friction of your thighs hardly addressing the issue, and leaned against him, adjusting your hands so that you could stroke his knuckles. "Movie first, dear." If the man didn't kill you with frustration before then, that was.

"Are you saying I'm not allowed to mix pleasure with-" He looked dubiously from you to the screen. "-entertainment?"

"Just this once, that's exactly what I'm saying. Humor me?"

He relented, his faux-innocence giving way to fondness. "If it's that important to you."

You both turned your attention to the movie after that. Well, he did. You split your attention between the screen and him. The 'scares' certainly didn't seem to bother him, but it was still early and the film hadn't found its stride, yet.

Then the woods came to life and his arm tightened around you as he grimaced. It was all you could do not to grin like a maniac; that was the turning point for most viewers, after all. As the zombie leapt up with the pencil, he startled, too, almost hard enough to push you off the couch. Your bark of laughter wasn't stifled quickly enough to go unnoticed and he scowled at you, although the look in his eyes was far from negative. With a smirk of his own, he moved the bowl and pulled you into his lap.

"Otto," you chided, unresisting.

"Just getting comfortable." He wrapped both arms around your waist, repositioning the popcorn to your lap, and pressed his lips to the back of your shoulder. "I'm still paying attention."

"To me or the movie?"

"Both."

The more blood onscreen, the more his attention shifted to you, however. By the time the first zombie had been dismembered, he was nuzzling the back of your neck, his view of the screen completely obscured. You were tempted to take pity on him, except that the way he was playing with the buttons of your shirt was anything but fair.

"How many pieces?" you asked.

"What?"

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56 notes - Posted June 11, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

...would you be interested in a short exploration of Angel actually CARING about creatures, as in, being very attentive to horses and gentle with dogs, as opposed to his attitude to humans in general? Could be a slice of life witnessed by a saloon bartender, or a stable boy, or just a private moment of peace.

Maybe not as fluffy as you would like, but here you go. @erebus0dora

~ ~ ~

Rating: PG-13 (some swearing)

Pairing: None

Summary: It’s not always about the money, but that’s a nice bonus.

Length: Drabble

Approx. Reading Time - 8 minutes (200 words/minute)

Angel kept tight rein on his temper as he shuffled the deck. It wouldn't do to let anyone see his intent, not before it was too late. Pass. Cut. He flicked the cards across the table with expert precision, eyeing each of his competitors in turn. Not a good enough hand. Fold. He passed the deck to the man next to him.

Shuffle. Cut. Deal.

A small wager. Loss.

Shuffle. Cut. Deal.

Fold.

Shuffle. Cut. Deal.

A large wager. Win.

Shuffle. Cut. Deal.

A larger wager. Win.

Shuffle. Cut. Deal.

Fold.

In the guttering light of the backwater saloon, Angel raked in his winnings with a smug grin. Amateurs. Especially the one in the bowler hat. That imbecile had played right into his hand on multiple levels until the man had left the table with little more than the clothes on his back. Good. Served him right. Now that Angel had what he wanted, though, there was no point in sticking around.

"Gentleman." He stood, offering them a nod, and pocketed the cash. The hastily scribbled receipt of ownership, however, he kept between his fingers.

The stables were dark when he entered, but it didn't take much to find the stable boy curled up in the corner of the lone empty stall. He nudged the boy with his boot until he woke.

"Get my horse," he demanded, "and that red gelding with the white blaze."

The boy scrambled to obey, leading the paint mare to its owner before gathering up the tack.

"The gelding, boy," Angel barked.

"That one's not yours, sir," the boy replied. "It belongs to that short fella with the black vest and bowler hat."

"It's mine now." He waved the paper at him. "Now get the damn horse." The suspicious look the boy threw his way made him glad he'd gotten three witness signatures; he'd be damned before he got hung for being a horse thief.

He tied the mare's lead rope to one of the rings as he was brought his prize. With a shrewd eye, he looked the animal over, hands gliding over withers and flanks as he moved about. The chestnut beast was narrower than he generally preferred, but he'd known it would be. The cursory inspection would have to do; the animal didn't appear too lame for light travel.

He threw his saddle pad over the mare's back and began to tack up, keeping the gelding's rope in hand all the while. In a few minutes, he was astride the black and white horse and heading out with the other in tow. It took a couple of hours, but the small camp came into view as he rounded the last outcropping.

"Jesus Christ, Angel," the man at the fire cussed as the gambler rode in. "Another one?"

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65 notes - Posted May 27, 2022

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[renthebarbarian]

Tagged by @eagleflightdraws

when u see this, post 5 songs you actually listen to and tag 10 of your favorite followers/mutuals

"Umbrella" by Rihanna

"I'm Still Standin'" by Elton John

"Industry Baby" by Lil Nas X

"Juice" by Lizzo

"Easy" by Kacey Musgrave and Troy Sivan

Gonna tag the last 10 people in my notes: @concrastinator, @queer-from-hell, @leafgun29, @krusnikangel, @undeaddisappointment, @escapetothefandom, @your-local-vampire, @unitedfandomsoftheworld, @kota-bee, @lou-rainwood

[typicalopposite]

I posted 421 times in 2022

That's 297 more posts than 2021!

119 posts created (28%)

302 posts reblogged (72%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@scripted-downfall

@typicalopposite

@winchester-reload

@unitedfandomsoftheworld

I tagged 167 of my posts in 2022

#spn - 53 posts

#destiel - 45 posts

#ofmd - 43 posts

#our flag means death - 40 posts

#dean winchester - 34 posts

#cas - 28 posts

#stede bonnet - 24 posts

#ed teach - 21 posts

#blackbonnet - 20 posts

#suptober22 - 19 posts

Longest Tag: 75 characters

#this fic literally started as a catchy title i couldn’t get out of my head…

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Thinking about how Stede never does the touching. With Mary he barely even touched her for their painting, she has to reach for his hand at their wedding… they sat and slept about as far apart as possible. Even with their last hug she initiated it, and he all but melted into it. With Ed he always touches him. Be it a pat on the back, the hug after the lighthouse idea worked, and of course the whole kiss scene. Like it always seems like he wants it so bad but he is so reserved, probably to protect himself from ridicule for being soft.

I’m so ready for a confident Stede next season… who does all the touching/hugging/kissing first and Ed’s just like 😳🥺🥹 because he has no words… he’s just wanted this for so long… and now Stede’s all over him and he doesn’t have to initiate anything he just is.

68 notes - Posted June 1, 2022

#4

Soooo at this point… staring at multiple fandom unfinished fics with one common denominator … I think I have a Henry Cavil hyper fixation

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99 notes - Posted December 1, 2022

#3

Ok sooo… I haven’t seen this personally (thank god, I’m apparently on the chill side of fandom) but apparently there are people who don’t like the kiss scene.

So like… have y’all never had a first kiss before? And ok let’s put it out there, it’s not their literal first kiss (Stede’s was likely his wife and Ed’s was who knows) but it’s the first that really truly mattered

For example when I got with my husband we had been friends since sixth grade. He wasn’t my first kiss but he was my most important one… I was so nervous, you know what I did??? I covered his eyes and freaking head butted him with my lips… then ran.

First kisses aren’t like what’s (usually) depicted on TV they are awkward and quick and simple and…. The best one of them all… because of all those things.

This ☝️ is like the BEST depiction of a first kiss for someone who is finally kissing their person! I love it sooo much :)

164 notes - Posted May 19, 2022

#2

Still trying to wrap my head around this guy…

Also being this guy…

But also this… Rock guy…

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235 notes - Posted May 17, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

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288 notes - Posted August 22, 2022

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[emostudent]

thank you for the tag, love🩷

top 5 songs rn

simple man lynyrd skynyrd

(don't fear) the reaper blue öyster cult

vent'anni måneskin

ricordi pinguini tattici nucleari

wild uncharted waters jonah hauer-king

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my top 5 songs rn

tagged by @jxrdansdiary777 xoxo <3

how to disappear ldr

words gregory alan isakov

homesick noah kahan

1979 smashing pumpkins

gooey glass animals

@ethel2009 @rosyclouds22 @i-know-you-wanna-kiss-me i’d love to see y’alls ;)

[sterek]

hey whats mr. soft from?

can you keep a secret?

[writingsofhubris-a]

Drabbles - Ch. 16

Ch.16 - Harding Hooten    [AO3] [Ch. 15] [Ch. 17] Rating: E   WC: 1011     Tags: Asexuality, education, lunch, Ship: Harding Hooten & Reader Disc: Reader introduces Harding to Asexuality

“Of course I know the major ones, transgender, lesbian, gay, bisexual, that’s not a cause of concern.” He gestured to the black, gray, white, and purple striped flag on his computer. “It’s these new ones that I have questions about.” 

“Oh. Yeah, that’s easy. That’s one of the ‘A’s’ in the current acronym; asexual.”

“Care to share with the class?” You could tell there was some irritation in his voice, and you only rolled your eyes in response. 

“Asexual, people who don’t feel sexual desire.” 

“And that differs from libido how exactly.” 

“You can be horny and not attracted to anyone. Think of it this way; you walk into a bar and see a ton of beautiful women, but it’s just that. They’re beautiful, and not really your type. Look at the men, you feel the same way. You’re wanting to take someone home, but you don’t know who exactly it is that you want to take home.” 

“That doesn’t make sense.” You turned away, leaning against the desk with your arms crossed. 

“Okay, most people use food as an example, but I really don’t like that. Think of a man, the most attractive man you possibly can. Got that?” 

“Yes.” 

“Do you want to screw him?” 

“Certainly not.” 

“‘Kay, now think of a woman. What you feel now?” 

“The same emotions.” 

“What?” His brow furrowed just slightly, hearing that. 

“I don’t have an image of an ideal woman sitting around in my head.” There almost seemed to be annoyance in his tone as he said it. 

“But you have an image of a man laying around?” 

“That’s not what I…” 

“Harding, stop, we’re going to look more into this.” His frustration rang loudly between you both, and frustration rang clear in him. 

“Fine, if you’re the educated one here. Teach me.” 

“Okay so. When you’re looking for a partner, what do you look at? Like what draws you to someone? Physically speaking, you’re sitting outside with a coffee, no one to be seen nearby, but this absolutely perfect person walks by, and you would almost risk anything if this person said yes. What do they look like?” 

“I…” You gave him a few moments, but he didn’t come up with an answer to fill the silence. 

“Harding, you’re going to consider asexuality.” 

“I will-”

“What do you have to lose?” 

“I can’t be expected to just start considering this.” 

“Why not?” 

“I’m well into my fifties, do you expect anything to change now?” 

“Not really, but you might be able to make some friends, like me.” You shrugged. “And if nothing comes of it, so be it.” 

“So be it.”

You stabbed your fork into one of the roasted carrots on your plate, waiting for Harding to continue his sudden push on the conversation. There was a look of conflict in his eyes, though he managed to push through it as he always did. 

“Asexuality is more common than I realized.” A soft snort from you, with a nod. Your fork pointed at yourself for a moment with a cock of your eyebrow. 

“You don’t say.” 

“I think I might be as well.” The look in his eyes morphed to wanting acceptance, as far behind the walls that always were up. 

“Welcome to the club, dude. We meet every third Thursday.” He chuckled, looking at his plate. 

“Do I need to bring anything?”

“Muffins, and we will judge you on how good they are. No bran anything.”

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Old lovers rejoined (IN NEED OF A NEW BETTER TITTLE)

Read it on AO3 here!https://ift.tt/2zrhSMi

by Daphne gordon (unitedfandomsoftheworld)

What happened when Gabriel turned out not to be dead but like from before the horrrorshow that was what happened to him lately... This was written after all in 2015 and a little later... It was supposed to be like 50 tiny chapters ...

Words: 380, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Series: Part 3 of Old shitty shit from wattpad (well everything I write is shitty but ok)

Fandoms: Supernatural

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Sam Winchester, Gabriel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester, Castiel

Relationships: Gabriel/Sam Winchester, Castiel/Dean Winchester

Additional Tags: moved from wattpad, Sabriel - Freeform, destiel is just background, OOC, as always

Link: https://ift.tt/2zrhSMi