#what else to tag this lets uuh

[diskoelizjum]

[kakushino]

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(???)! Rengoku Kyojuro x GN! Reader

He's just too perfect.

Tags: suggestive, modern AU, reader is photographer, otherworldy vibes, not much plot to speak of uwu Word count: 1,5k

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AN: Written as a gift from cupid to the lovely lovebird @nymphoheretic - I hope it sets your cheeks ablaze if nothing else~ (forgive me for posting it an hour earlier than 6pm your time but I am lazy to change date on scheduling, as it would be 1am 15th for me)

It was an honor to work with a man as esteemed as Rengoku Kyojuro. Even if the gig paid less than it should - it was for a charity - you were excited, so much so that you could not sleep half the night from the giddy feeling welling up in your belly.

Rengoku Kyojuro, a model and a fire dancer in one, a reputably kind person with a good word and encouragement honeying his lips anytime he spoke with his fans. Gods, you hoped you wouldn’t embarrass yourself in front of him.

As you had woken up early, before your alarm even, you went to make sure everything was prepared at the studio you were to do the photoshoot in. It was by no means a large one, but you would make do. You had to.

“Hello!”

The exuberant voice startled you out of your thoughts. He was here. 

You turned to him and greeted him shyly, introducing yourself and extending your hand to shake with his.

Instead of the usual greeting, he bent down slightly to kiss your knuckles, keeping eye contact - his irises, as vibrant and fiery as a flame, drawing you in, making you forget all the words you planned to say when you met at last…

You blinked, and the spell was gone.

“It’s nice to meet you in person, Rengoku-san.” You swallowed dryly, trying to fix your composure. 

The man tilted his head curiously, a wide smile blooming on his handsome face, a light seemingly radiating from him like a rare scorching summer day in autumn months. “The pleasure is all mine, my dear! You look stunning on this fine day!” 

What a strange thing to say- Nevertheless the compliment made you smile shyly. “I- thank you… Would you like something to drink? Tea or coffee? Or- uuh, anything else?” A waft of his cologne reached your nose and you suddenly felt thirsty for- not what you were offering to him, but an other something - what it was, you had no clue.

“A glass of water would do me fine, my dear. Thank you!”

You quickly stumbled back, realizing he still had your hand in his from greeting each other - his thumb had been caressing the back of your hand the entire time. Odd, how you haven’t noticed… Rengoku let go without a fuss, the same wide smile still adorning his face. 

Fetching that glass of water for him - and you, gods, you were suddenly so parched - allowed you a moment to breathe free of his presence. 

What was that?!

Gods, you could hardly remember what just transpired between the two of you from the moment your eyes met his…

You came back with two glasses to see Rengoku already seated at the sofa in front of the camera, scrolling through his phone, the wide smile still stuck on his face. So strange…

You placed your glass off to the side by your camera and walked closer to offer him his. Only, the second your shoe met the space illuminated by the studio lighting, his bright eyes turned to you. You nearly, nearly, stumbled over your own two feet. 

“Ah, you have returned, my dear!” He quickly stood up and closed the distance between the two of you, his hand already reaching for the glass, yet he was suddenly too close and he was looming over you, his face as if shadowed, his eyes aglow as they focused on you. Your hands touched on the glass.

The look he gave you ignited something in your belly, the heat blooming on your cheeks, and goosebumps spread across your skin. You hoped he didn’t notice.

The moment passed. 

You blinked rapidly, trying to get your bearings again. Rengoku’s scent filled your senses even as he walked behind you to place his glass beside yours - or so you figured, for when you turned, they stood next to each other and the man himself was in front of you again. 

How is he so fast?

“Shall we start then?” he prompted gently, licking his lips. The action had to be unconscious - had to be - it couldn’t be deliberate… The double meaning of his question made your heart pound and heat pool in your stomach.

“Y-yes!”

You quickly passed by him, attempting to breathe normally - through your mouth, his cologne too intoxicating to ignore, so you eliminated the source of influence - and fiddling with your camera settings. You re-checked everything, even though you knew it was set to your usual to start with, and glanced up at him. 

Rengoku assumed an effortlessly sexy position, manspreading on the comfortable couch in his suit. Your mouth went dry. Dear gods, however would you survive today?

Pose after pose after pose, different settings, different lighting, and slowly undressing. The topic for the photoshoot was ‘Tease’ and Kyojuro - he had told you to call him that after you addressed him Rengoku-san one too many times (“Rengoku-san is my father!” he laughed heartily, loudly.) - Kyojuro? He was perfect at strip-teasing.

His figure was a sculpture - too flawless, nearly eldritch in its magnificence - giving off the feeling of being slightly… off. It was strange, an untrained eye wouldn’t notice, but you did. Your eyes took him in, each dip and hair and freckle perfectly symmetrical and neat. Unnatural.

Yet alluring all the same.

You had never in your life seen a body that called to you as much as his. Saliva pooled in your mouth, to your shame, and you used the excuse of playing with the focus on your camera to oogle him.

Stop it! Work now, admire later!

“Like something you see?” A foxy grin spread across his handsome face, too many teeth though he appeared perfectly normal. “Take a picture, it will last longer.”

You had to take a sip of your water to hopefully cool down your cheeks. Contrary to your wishes, a molten heat spread in your belly when you looked back at him. 

Kyojuro was a dangerous specimen.

A fog settled over your mind as you both tried to remain professional - at least you did. His heated gaze seemed to be aimed at you, not the camera. He had to be seducing you! Another sip of your water proved unsuccessful in cooling you off again, though you maintained an illusion of nonchalance.

When you had to demonstrate the pose you wanted him to do, you caught a whiff of his natural scent - somehow cloyingly sweet yet musky, so thick it stuck to the roof of your mouth. It should be an unpleasant smell but it was addicting. You discreetly swallowed to get more of him on your tongue as you watched him assume the exact same position you showed him.

Fuck… Any person would be lucky to call Kyojuro theirs, or rather, for Kyojuro to call them his. You felt he was more of the possessive type - especially for a shiny thing such as a lover.

You had to dispel such thought from your mind. Why did you even think of that? The whole situation was so odd, surreal. Your brain filled with ways Kyojuro could claim you on that sofa, ways you could claim him. 

Another alluring grin - for the camera? for you? His teeth were blindingly white - were his canines a little more prominent than normal? His eyes set on you - him with you, him under you, him above you-

No!

A deep breath. 

What was happening to you? 

The hum reverberated from the back of his throat into your spine, even at the distance you two were at. 

Kyojuro was down to his slacks - belt unbuckled, zipper unzipped - his legs thrown over the backseat of the sofa, his body laying on the seats, his head upside down and his hair a waterfall of fire. Even in such a compromising position - with you standing scarcely a few feet away - it was you who was at his mercy.

It was the last shot of that day. Once you got it, you remained where you were, speechless. What could be said? ‘You seduced me, take responsibility’? No. ‘Thank you for your hard work, let’s never see each other again’? No.

You forced yourself to glance at the clock on the wall. It was… already evening? You hadn’t felt even a twinge of hunger in your belly, nor had your model protested at all. Models were usually the whiniest babies on Earth, what-?

You looked back at where Kyojuro should be sitting only to be met with his bare chest.

What?

He leaned in closer, his eyes near glowing, hypnotizing. His otherworldly charm settled over your mind, inducing a haze, as you took in the sweet smell of purely him, your body was pulled closer into his by powers foreign to your senses. He was so…

“Would you be so kind and accompany me to dinner, sweetling?” his voice was barely above whisper, a fact rather than a question. 

You found yourself nodding, swallowing down another mouthful of saliva that gathered from having his undivided attention on you. 

“It’s settled then. We eat and then I feast… on dessert.” 

Kyojuro licked his lips, a bright gleam of too large canines catching your eye.

“I’m sure you will taste exquisite.”

dividers by @hitobaby network: @enchantedforest-network

AN: To be honest, I struggled with myself to post it because I feel like it's not good enough... ANYGAYS - I intended Kyo to be a fae but who knows~ he could be a vampire too~

[killerpancakeburger]

People I’d Like to Know Better! (tag game)

Got tagged by @swordcreature thank youuu 🥺

Last song: "Bedroom Hymns", by Florence and the Machine (it's so SO good!!)

Favorite Color: Purple 💜

Currently Watching: I watch youtube videos lately so uuh.. Alan Wake Lets Play by Gab Smolders

Last Movie/TV Show: Interview with the vampire (I thinnk?)

Spicy/Savory/Sweet: Sweet all the way babeyyy.

Relationship Status: Forever Single

Current Obsession: BG3, *george clooney voice* what else

Last Thing I googled: How to spell George Clooney xD

tagging some moots: @ducancela-a @wild3rpeople (no pressure ofc). And anyone who wants to.

[invisiblegreendot]

8 shows to get to know me better

I was tagged by @mikimeiko (thank you!) and uuh let's try this. I cannot promise that I reach 8 shows because I am not really a person who watches shows or movies

1. Avatar the last Airbender (Nickelodeon/currently on Netflix)

That's the one where I got to know Fandom and fanfiction. At this point it's pure nostalgia and comfort and an all time fav.

2. Magische Gärten/Magical Gardens (arte)

This is documentary-style show where an architect visits gardens around the world and he talks with the designers, gardeners and curators over the gardens. It's a mix of architecture, garden design and botany. Extremely interesting.

3. MareTV (NDR)

An ongoing documentary show where on every episode it visits another town at sea or another island (all related to the sea/ocean) and we get to know the lives of the locals. Very calming and they always find the most interesting people to interview.

4. Zu Tisch/At the dinner table (arte)

In every episode it's about another region of Europe and what the people there eat. It mostly follows a different family each time, where they source their local food, how they cook and eat it. If I could, I would love to cook in this series. It's so homely! But never watch it when you're hungry lol

5. The World's Most Extraordinary Homes (Netflix)

Such a fun show and the hosts are just the right kind of funny. The houses were truly spectacular and even if I will never live in such houses I still sometimes think about them.

6. Firefly (??? It's so long ago)

A little bit of sci-fi, a little bit of drama, but not too much. Hits just the right buttons for me. I get a little bit nostalgic if I think about it.

7. Hermitcraft (Youtube)

This is diametrical to everything else I otherwise consume. A bunch of minecraft YouTubers play on a server and make videos about it. Very simple, but very wholesome.

8. Rachel Maksy (Youtube)

It's not a show per se, but her videos have a schedule so it counts for me. Her videos are about sewing and crafting and sometimes just very silly but always wholesome. She did inspire me to sew my own clothing and also wearing them whenever I feel like it.

That was it! Most of the shows are not like Tumblr shows in the sense that they have a fandom and activity and such, but they are all very dear to my heart.

I am tagging @deaddrunk @katanisohma @craftysublimekryptonite @glassclosetlarry and also everyone who wants to! No pressure tho 😌

[sugaroto]

I was tagged by @queenofcrazy27 thanks!! (Here are my secrets👀)

Tag 10 people you want to get to know better

Fav color: purple 💜💜

Currently reading: I think, Red white and royal blue? I still haven't finished it😭school is ruining my schedule

Last song: I think, Experience- Ludovico Einaudi

Sweet/spicy/savory: all and everything, depends on my mood honestly

Fav alcoholic drink:... hmm I think vodka? (With orange juice) or cocktails? (Pls don't attack me for this we have different drinking rules here)(I'm legally allowed to drink after March but🤫nobody here cares)

Currently working on: a little fic in which Neil gets married to someone else (fake marriage) and Andrew gets jealous... wait the other one was drunk Neil marrying Aaron whats up with me and marrying Neil to randos?

Traditional or modern: uh...about what? Like in general? Modern I think?

Fav writer: Alice Oseman

Fav dessert: 🤔🤔hm I'm gonna say red velvet right now even though I've eaten it twice

Fav rapper: idk any rappers sorry😅

Fav soccer/hockey/ tennis player: @myrtot likes Nadal and so do I

(I've never seen his games but I trust her)

Color of your bedroom: purple and blue

Fav politician: the class president 💪

Loyalty or lust: Loyalty

Pizza or pasta: 🍕 🍕 🍕

Are you a vegan/veggie: not at all sorry I can't

Fav time period: uuh.... I'm gonna say the time ancient greeks & Romans were on drugs and wrote all the stuff I have to translate now. At least I can pretend it's fun

Love or hate: love(unless it's andreil then it's the same thing)

Last series watched: Maestro in blue (its the 1st Greek series that will be on Netflix 🥳let's go)

Classical or rock music:... a mix? Of both? Classical is nice but sometimes rock is cool too yknow?

Fairy or dragon: a fairy that breathes fire lol (look at me Making choices)

Got or lotr: I haven't watched neither 😅(only read half a book from got but...)

@geolato @myrtot @newtness532 @cathair-inmy-quesadilla @irlywantramenrn

I was tagged by @evelynhug0 <3333

Tag ten people you want to get to know better.

Fav color: pastels, specifically shades of blue

Currently reading: Go Set A Watchman by Harper Lee

Last song: Getaway Car by Taylor Swift

Sweet/spicy/savory: ✨huge sweet tooth✨

Fav alcoholic drink: I’m a minor so…no alcohol for me!

Currently working on: A musical! It’s a stage adaptation of Death on the Nile by Agatha Christie! @noromo35 is my partner in crime on this project! I am super proud of what we have done so far 🫶

Traditional or modern: old soul, with modern flair

Fav writer: Alice Oseman

Fav dessert: Almond Cake from IKEA lol

Fav rapper: does the Hamilton Cast Recording count? just kidding (I just don’t really listen to rap lol)!

Fav soccer/hockey/tennis player: Jun Endo/idk/Venus Williams

Color of your bedroom: aqua blue

Fav politician: I try to stay out of politics, I still have some time before im forced into those kind of real world problems lol

Loyalty or lust: Loyalty 🦁

Pizza or pasta: pizzzzza

Are you vegan/veggie: i wish I could…. But steak….

Fav time period: Tudor Rose/Shakespearian or Belle Époque

Love or hate: love (but seriously, who answers hate?)

Last series watched: Stranger Things

Classical or rock music: classical (I took piano for like 6 years)

Fairy or dragon: 🪄fairy🪄

GOT or LOTR: LOTR ALL THE WAY

Thank you for the tag! This was so fun!!!

I tag @noromo35 @bowlcut-cleric @theredstoner101 @queenofcrazy27 @darcyolsson123 and anyone else who wants to do it, just tag me! I love getting to know all of youuuu ❤️

[peterpandiedtoday]

hellooo the lord wanted to do some shock therapy on me today i think bc apart from the messy ticket buying they still had yesterday’s cast sheet up and i was v oh no not noticing the date but then i got treated to a (for me) surprise barbara obermeier griz and a luyben lonzo? <33 and. over the past few weeks, before too a little sometimes but especially recently i had noticed some performances feeling a bit empty? i don’t have a word for it bc they were never bad or just okay just.. like they were not..... radiating.... ? ..... anything??? but today everyone was so fresh? potentially bc of the rehearsal but they’ve done those before and it didn’t change this much. v happy abt it either way

[other-peoples-coats]

Tagged by @lttrsfrmlnrrgby for the WIP game (cheers bud! hope it gets cooler for you real soon) Game: Post the titles of your current works in progress. If someone sends one of those titles to you, explain the concept or post a snippet!

I'm uuuh posting an edited subsection of my wips, because. well there's just a lot of them, ok? (a quick scan of drive says I have 37. so. y'know.) Also, not counting the main fics of be that monster you been wanting or ghost at the back of your closet (aka murderpuppy), bc...well they're posted. (in the progress of being, anyway😔.) My naming conventions...are somewhat idosyncratic. some of them are things that might actually be the title (and 95% a lyric from the song that is That Fic's Writing Song, so have fun playing spot the reference if you're into that sort of thing), some of them are descriptive (to me), and some are just...the name of the song I write them to. Or a mix of the above. Those in a series have the number of where that fic's gonna be posted in the series, too. Mostly. So! here we go:

3 satine wins worst gap year award (BTMYBW)

5 Got some blood on my hands (btmybw)

3 in the shadow of men (mp jango)

cw2 getting into knives

48

cody's twink panic (new rules)

roaring 20s demon

know what you'll become

know you're gonna keep on (haunting)

small dark corners 2

alderaan 4

at the crossroads a second time (99 problems)

Tagging..uh, lets see, @glimmerglanger, @notquiteaghost, @bytebun, @calltomuster, @elwenyere, and anyone else who wants to do this! (sorry if you've already been tagged folks, I've uuh missed the last while of tunglr due to both Life and also we got cats on saturday!!)

[docheros]

Based on a old bts imagine I read and events from last night. well, almost. i don't have a hero to cuddle me and i was the afraid one 😔

The light goes out, and Jackie is afraid of the dark. Luckily he has Henrik with him. Comments are appreciated.

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Monday night, almost Tuesday. The heavy rain surprised the city by suddenly falling, if it started a few minutes earlier, Jackie would walk into Henrik's room all wet. But everything was fine now, as the two were inside the house, each on their cellphone and just listening to the strong lightning and thunder outside.

And then, all the lights went out.

— Ah shit — Schneep murmured in German, dimming the phone's screen and turning on the flashlight. When he was going to turn to the hero, he felt strong arms around him and a face close to his ear.

— You don't have to be scared, I'm here.

— Uuh… thanks, but I'm not scared.

— Ah, great — he sighed — because I am!

And he pulled his boyfriend closer, hugging him tighter and hiding his face in his neck. The doctor was speechless, surprised by the fact that Jacob Buckley, famous Irish writer and hero JBM, who faced thieves and villains and beings from elsewhere, was at that moment hugging him for fear of the dark. After processing the information, he laughed softly.

— Jackie it's okay, I turned on the phone's flashlight! — He showed the device, leaving it on the table and turning to the taller — no need to be afraid, I'm here.

— You're messing with me now — Jackie pouted, letting go of the other and crossing his arms — I see how this relationship is.

— I'm not! — he laughed loudly, cupping his face and pushing a lock of hair from his forehead — What can I do to make you feel safe?

— Anything — Buckley held their hands — just being here by my side is enough. I don't like being alone in the dark because there may be something with me.

— Well, you can be sure that there are only us here! — Henrik kissed the tip of his nose — and if a demon or ghost shows up here, I'll beat them to protect you!

He posed, making Jackie laugh and forget his fear for a few minutes. They continued talking, waiting for the light to come back, without noticing that, actually, someone else was present with them, watching them all the time with their millions of eyes and smiling wide with the cut in their neck.

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the fic was supposed to end with them just talking and bla bla bla, but then i remembered that yes, they probably had company </3 also i didn't tag anti because it was a "surprise" lol

[bscully]

Five songs I've been listening to recently

Tagged by @huenot​ Uuh lets see what I have here i have a few playlists that I come back to

Lost Horizon - Highlander (The One)

This is a meme song but it’s actually a banger

Eurhytmics - Sweet dreams

One of my favorite songs when I was a lil teenie

Nightwish - Shoemaker the end ALWAYS gives me goosebumps.... LAAUDAAAAATOOOO SI AD AAAAAAAASTRAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Edguy - Sex Fire Religion

The guitar riff is so sick in this one

Epica - Synergize / Manic Manifest I love everything about this song so fucking much

I am tagging @yoikami @pupperofdarkness @oliv-oil1 and everyone else who sees this and wants to do it!!

[yesfxckyxu]

15 questions, 15 mutuals.

⭑ Are you named after anyone? 

Yes and no. My birth name comes from one of my dad’s brothers who wanted a child named a certain way and when he died my dad decided to name me the way his brother would have wanted with his own. Sadly however, I can’t fulfill that role due to personal circumstances so I let my mom rename me. 

⭑ When was the last time you cried?

Hm, it wasn’t too long ago but I can’t give a good estimate with time... so I’ll just guess like maybe a few weeks ago to maybe a month. 

⭑ Do you have kids?

Aha, no. Don’t plan on it. 

⭑ Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Yes? Maybe? Don’t quote me on this. 

⭑ What’s the first thing you notice about people? 

Hm, I would have to say how they hold themselves and how they treat people either because of that or not. I’m also a bit observant when I speak to people so at times I can notice certain things about them - but when I do this I do have a hard time second guessing what those things could mean or be. However, if I notice abusive behavior I avoid and drop them afterwards. 

* What’s your eye color?

I believe my eyes to be hazel - but honestly it’s hard for me to determine.  

⭑ Scary movie or happy ending? 

Both. A bonus would be a scary movie with a happy ending, as that is rare. 

⭑ Any special talents?

Uuh... I have no idea. Come back to me on that later, Lol. 

⭑ Where were you born? 

Nebraska. In a very small town that I am sure no one knows exists. 

⭑ What are your hobbies?

Writing, sometimes art, a bit of gaming... etc. 

⭑ Do you have any pets? 

I have two cats and @pvremichigan​​ has a dog. Can’t wait to have them live with us again soon. 

⭑ What tattoos / piercings / body mods do you have?

My ears are pierced. I have a tattoo on the back of my leg. A coworker at the time did tattoos and he was nice enough to give me one for cheap and it was my first. I don’t plan on getting anything else. 

⭑ How tall are you?

I’m like 5′2′’ or something. I honestly don’t know or care to keep track 

⭑ Last movie you watched / song you listened to? 

The last movie I think I watched was Unleashed ( Unrated ) and the song... In The Face Of Evil - Magic Sword

⭑ Favorite subject at school?

Hm, art, writing, drama, history... and at times science. 

Tagged Stolen by: @bluthcnd​​  Tagging: @pvremichigan​​ @cosmicstardreamer​​ @the-expatriate​​ and anyone else! also if you don’t want to do this you don’t have to. tagging just for fun. 

[artsietango]

30 questions tag

Alright why not XD I was tagged to do the thirty questions tag game by @crystallized-ink and @teasenpaiwrites , so here it is (but on my main blog)

1. name/nickname: Aimee

2. gender: I’m cool with she/her/they/them pronouns and I love being called dude and bro

3. star sign: Libra

4. height: five/five

5. time: 5:40 pm

6. birthday: Sept. 27th

7. favorite bands: I’m really into Still Woozy rn, uuh 5SOS has some good music on their recent album, @bearsintreesofficial , the Decemberists (my music taste wildly ranges)

8. favorite solo artists: Taylor Swift, Ariana Grande, Hozier, Lindsey Stirling, Bad Bunny

9. song stuck in my head: Ikea by Jonathan Coulton (I’ve been to Ikea alot recently)

10. last movie: The Dark Knight

11. last show: shoot I don’t know. I don’t end up watching a whole lot of TV, unless I’m on break. It’s a tie between Schitt’s Creek and B99

12. when did i make this blog: approximately April 2017

13. what i post: this blog was meant to be an art blog, and I still occasionally post my art? I have a backlog that I still need to post but really I just reblog whatever I feel like

14. last thing i googled: lets do it again but good this time meme

15. other blogs: @authortango is my wildly more successful and active writing blog and @raeda-magetale is my undertale side blog created for an AU I made that I may continue working on (jury’s still out)

16. do i get asks: I’ve gotten a couple accidental asks on this blog directed towards my writing blog. I used to get asks, and all the sweet ones I have permanently saved in my inbox

17. why i chose my url: I knew I wanted art and I wanted it to be memorable and catchy because I was going to start a youtube channel (I was around 17 so obviously the channel flopped). The name really stuck though. 

18. following: I don’t know and I’m not gonna look lol

19. followers: Last time I checked it was around 335? idk, but the writing blog has around 80 which is cool.

20. average hours of sleep: Uhm, I try to go to bed around 10-11 and I end up waking at 9 most days... so around 10-11 on a good day. Still tired though. 

21. lucky number: 3

22. instruments: Uh I played piano as a kid, but otherwise I’m really into the physical instrument known as my voice

23. what am i wearing rn: a dark green sweatpant with polar bears on it and a very light blue, long sleeved, college shirt.

24. dream trip: England, or my birth state. New Zealand.

25. favorite food: I think it’s still mac and cheese, but you can also never go wrong with a pizza. I’m also rediscovering my love for hot dogs.

26. nationality: *shrugs* American

27. favorite song: They’re on rotation baby, I don’t know

28. last book read: I’m currently reading Twilight because I didn’t get to as a teen.

29. top three fictional universes: MCU, Barbie, and whatever Alex Hirsch has going on. Considering that he references Gravity Falls in everything else he does, I’m inclined to think it’s all in the same universe. 

30. favorite color: I’m a pink and yellow kinda gal rn. 

Thanks again for tagging me October and Tea! I hope you liked learning about me. :) I’m not sure who to tag, especially this is my main blog, so if you see this and you want to do it go ahead. <3

[yasashihanyou]

THE LAYERS OF ONES SELF.

REPOST, DON’T REBLOG!!

LAYER  001 :   THE  OUTSIDE.

NAME -   Inuyasha .

EYE COLOR -  Golden yellow .

HAIR STYLE / COLOR -  Stark white hair ; very long, reaches to his midback, long side bangs as well . 

HEIGHT -   5′6″ . 

CLOTHING  STYLE -  His red fire rat robe ( until he gives it to Kagome ) ; then he just wears a rather tree brown robe with some samurai armour on top for protection . Doesn’t wear shoes, unless in the modern era .

BEST  PHYSICAL  FEATURE -  His eyes, probably because of how gentle they can look .

LAYER  002 :   THE  INSIDE.

FEARS - People dying ; being forgotten ; being abandoned ; losing control ; failing ; not being good enough ; not being smart enough ; being judged ; being ignored ; letting people close ; pushing people away . 

GUILTY  PLEASURE - Violence & very hateful, negative thoughts .

BIGGEST  PET  PEEVE - Being called a hanyou ; being called a defect ; bullying of any kind ; being pre-judged ; people assuming things about him .

AMBITIONS  FOR  THE  FUTURE -  Uncertain .

LAYER  003 :   THOUGHTS.

FIRST  THOUGHTS  WAKING  UP -  “I wish I were still sleeping . ”

THINKS  ABOUT  MOST -  “What if I’m no good, at all? Either as a human or a demon? What if I fail and they leave me? What if I hurt them somehow? What’ll happen once I become a full demon? Can I really kill Naraku? Why is it only death that solves problems? I miss my mother . I wish I had died instead .”

THINKS  ABOUT  BEFORE  BED -  “The stars look nice . I hope everyone else sleep well .”

WHAT  THEY THINK  THEIR  BEST  QUALITY  IS -  Nothing .

LAYER  004 :   WHAT’S  BETTER ?

SINGLE  OR  GROUP  DATES -  Inuyasha’s never been on a date ; but he thinks group dates would be fun . Being able to hang out with multiple people that you love? Sign him up !!

TO  BE  LOVED  OR  RESPECTED -  To love means to respect regardless ; so both !

BEAUTY  OR  BRAINS -  Personality .

DOGS  OR  CATS -  Cats cats caaaats !! ᨐᵉᵒʷ

LAYER  005 :   DO  THEY…

LIE - Yes . Constantly ; he’s just gotten good at it .

BELIEVE  IN  THEMSELVES - Yes & no ? Inuyasha’s starting to believe in himself as time passes and he learns to trust in others & in himself ; but it’s hard to grapple with literal years of bullying & abuse from his childhood & early teens . He struggles plenty .

BELIEVE  IN  LOVE -  Yes ; Inuyasha wants so desperately to believe in the goodness of others ; in the light in other people & demons . He always has, which is why all that bullying & abuse hit him particularly hard & why he spiralled due to it . His mother believed in the love for Inuyasha so much that she sacrificed herself for him & that can’t have been wrong .

WANT  SOMEONE -  Yes .

LAYER  006 :   HAVE  THEY  EVER…

BEEN  ON  STAGE -  Nope .

DONE  DRUGS -  Nah .

GOTTEN  DRUNK -  Lmao, yes !

CHANGED  WHO  THEY  WERE  TO  FIT  IN -  Oh 1000% he has ! Inuyasha changed who he was at the core because he believed that being feared would reduce himself being bullied or abused . If he was ‘strong’ in that sense no one would ever bother him again . Instead , he just ended up making himself miserable and alone for decades upon decades until meeting Kikyou & well . . .

LAYER  007 :   FAVORITES.

FAVORITE COLOR -  Blue or pink or orange .

FAVORITE  ANIMAL -   Cats & also birds .

FAVORITE  MOVIE -  I feel like Kagome & the Higurashi family would eventually introduce Inuyasha to the concept of ‘movies’ . & His favourite one to want to watch ? The Fox & The Hound .

FAVORITE  GAME -  Probably hide & seek . Or tag .

LAYER  008 :   SLEEP.

HEAVY  OR  LIGHT  SLEEPER -  Light ; although Inuyasha feigns heavy sleep , he often startles awake due to nightmares ( thanks trauma ) . It’s why he tends to sleep away from his group of friends & only those supremely close to him ( kagome & shippou eventually ) learn about this .

WHAT  SIDE  OF  THE  BED  DO  THEY  SLEEP  ON -  Inuyasha doesn’t sleep in beds , but if he did I feel like he’d keep his back towards the wall ( so that way he won’t feel like anything can sneak up behind him and attack him ) .

WHAT  DO  THEY  WEAR  TO  BED - Uuh his clothes ? Inuyasha doesn’t own PJs .

WEIRD  THINGS  THEY  DO  IN  THEIR  SLEEP - He tosses some nights , due to the aforementioned nightmares . He’ll also talk in his sleep at points , in very heavy cases Inuyasha will awake screaming and still thinking he’s in a dream .

LAYER  009 :   LOVE.

BIG  DECLARATIONS  OR  SMALL - Small ; it’s the little gestures and kindness that means the most, to Inuyasha . The cherished fond memories . He’d much rather kiss someone on the forehead or hold their hand , than shout to the world that he loved them . Besides , that kind of thing is private .

OPEN  OR  CLOSED  OFF -  A bit of both ; naturally, Inuyasha is closed off because he’s scared or worried , he doesn’t believe himself truly worthy or deserving of love . He has a lot of it to give though , and once you get beyond that blockage then expect a very gentle , loving , patient and frankly adorable boyfriend .

LOVE  AT  FIRST  SIGHT  OR  SLOW  BURN -  Slow burn ; Inuyasha takes time to trust people . Although , as he grows , he tends to gain crushes on people easily . These are rarely acted upon and usually fizzle out . It’s when they stick that you know that Inuyasha really cares for the person .

ONE  TRUE  LOVE  OR  A  STRING - One true love ; although this varies depending on verse .

LAYER  010 :   FINISH  THE  SENTENCE.

I  LOVE -  The world .

I  FEEL -  Afraid , but hopeful .

I  HIDE -  a lot .

I  MISS -  my mother .

I  WISH -  for true peace and happiness for everyone .

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Day 18

Characters: OC Angel Moore and Peter Parker

Warnings: Fluff, possibly minor language

A/N: This one is more Christmas themed. Send an ask or leave in the comments if you would like to be tagged.

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“Hey, Parker,” Angel called over the com link in her ear. She flapped her way down Broadway, powerful wings carrying her high above the cars. She smiled down at the decorations adorning the lamp posts and buildings. 

“Yes Miss Moore?” The teenage hero replied. Angel spread her arms out to her side, and barrel rolled as she turned down the next street. 

“Two questions. One, are you done with your patrol for the evening?” He hummed a yes in response. Angel grinned. 

“Good. Two, how far are you from Central Park?” 

“Uuh, not far. Why?” He asked. 

“No reason, just meet me at the north entrance,” She said. She landed, feet sinking into the snow. She made sure her mask was secured, and unzipped the leather jacket of her flight suit. 

Stretching her wings out, then back, rolling them around to work out the kinks, she leaned against the trunk of a bare tree to wait for Peter. 

He landed with a flip in the snow beside her a short time later. She applauded his perfect landing, grinning like a proud mother. 

“What’s going on?” Peter asked, the eyes on his suit widening before narrowing. In response, Angel bent over to pick up a ball of snow, rolling it around to make it perfect. Using her fingers, she poked two eyes and a smile into it, and turned it toward the teenager. 

“There’s a group of school kids coming down for a field trip, and I thought it would be fun to build snowmen with them,” She said, tilting her head with a grin. The mask around Peter’s mouth crinkled in a way that she could tell he was smiling. 

“Sounds fun.” He started walking toward the path. Angel followed behind him, quickly catching up so she could walk next to him, pilling her wings up ever so slightly so her clean feathers didn’t drag on the ground. 

__________

They got more than a few looks as they walked through the park, chatting happily to each other. A few brave people stepped in front of them to ask for a picture, or an autograph. But for the most part, they were left alone. 

They traveled the entire park before they came across the statue of Balto, where the small school group was gathered. Angel placed her hand over his shoulder, and made a “be quiet” gesture. 

She gripped under his arms, and took to the air, hovering no more than 20 feet, before tilting forward and dropping Peter just behind the group. A chorus of gasps erupted from the mouths of the tiny third graders, each one echoing the other as they excitedly said the name of Peter’s alter-ego. 

“Hey guys! Just thought I’d drop in!” Peter said, commencing his usual routine of passing around high-fives. Angel dropped from the air, snow crunching under her boots, wings flaring out behind her. She straightened up, and more excited whispers came her way. 

“Hi!” She said brightly. She joined in on Peter’s routine, but her eyesight wandered elsewhere as she looked for one specific child. 

“Oh.” Peter said quietly as he spotted Olivia at the same time Angel did. She was standing towards the back of the pack, trying to contain her joyous laughter at the sight of her mother and friend. 

Peter looked at Angel briefly, and she shrugged almost un noticeably. 

“What are you guys doing?” Peter asked, snapping back into Spider-man mode. 

“We're building snow people!” One of them called back.

“Snowball fight!” Said another. 

“Snow angels!” Sang someone else. 

“Well, can we join?” Angel asked, watching as Olivia nodded. She smiled, mask shifting as her skin contracted. A collective “yes” rang up from around them, and that was that.

__________

Along with the four other teachers, Angel and Peter helped build snowman, after snowman, after snowman. Angel was desperately watching for a chance to get Olivia by herself, if only for a moment. Her wings ruffled with frustration, but she kept a smile on her face for appearances. As if Peter could sense her frustration, he wrangled a larger group of them into building a massive snow fort, which left Olivia building a snowman by herself. 

Angel knelt beside her small daughter, shielding them with her wings from the rest of the group. She began to help pack snow into the balls before she spoke.

“Hey Livvy bear, how’s school going?” Olivia smiled, and quickly stole a hug from her mom. She packed more snow in her small hands, and shoved it onto the almost finished creation.

“Better now. Are you picking me up?” She asked quietly. Angel shook her head, trying to mask her disappointment. 

“No, remember Daddy has you this weekend? You’re going to go visit Grandma with him.” 

“Oh yeah,” She said. Angel’s heart shattered at the look that passed over her daughter’s face. Angel reached up to brush the hair from Olivia’s eyes, and offered her a small smile. 

“But I’m going to see you on Thursday. And Friday. And hey! This is your last day of school this year,” Angel said, desperately trying to lift the little girl’s spirits. She let out a small sigh of relief as it apparently did. She giggled and nodded, gripping her mother’s fingers. 

__________

As the kids were called back by their teachers, Angel wandered over to Peter, covering her mouth with her hand to subdue her snort of laughter. 

His suit was covered in snow, and he had what were very clearly, two snowballs stuck to his back, and his tush. 

“They got a little excited,” He defended, waving one last time to the group as they loaded onto the bus. 

“You can dodge being shot at, but not a snowball thrown by an eight year old?” She laughed. He grumbled, and turned his head to look at her, his eyes narrowing. 

“Come on,” He said, turning around to start walking up the hill. Angel laughed harder as she took flight, scooping up the boy. 

“Let’s get you home, Queens.” “You’ve been talking to Cap, haven’t you?” She shrugged, her face falling into a neutral expression. Peter was quiet for a moment. 

“You knew Olivia was going to be there, didn’t you?” He asked. Angel scoffed lightly. 

“Of course I knew. She’s my daughter,” She replied. Peter nodded, and watched the city pass under his feet as Angel flew them away to Queens.

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Shut Up And Kiss Me [3/?] | Tom Hiddleston x reader

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x reader

Style: Part Three of ?

WC: 2864

Warning: cursing, drunkness, some talk about not sleeping enough (sleep deprivation)

Summary: You and Professor Hiddleston have been colleagues for many years now, and through those years the hatred for each other has only grown. Now, as a new school year starts, you’re being told that you have to share a classroom or a class. Neither are happy about the outcome, but knowing you’ll never come to an agreement, you let the class choose for you. Team-teaching is rare in 2019, but it is a lot harder to do when you can’t stand the person you’re doing it with.

A/N: aaa, can’t believe I actually managed to wait a week, but it was worth it because, uuh, before I edited the part i wasnt too happy with it but now I am really proud so like, yeah, also there’s a myth mentioned in this. Said myth is called  Thor the Transvesite and i recommend reading it because it is hilarious and one of my fave norse myths. enjoy ^_^

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You lean back in your chair, hands warmed by a cup of hot chocolate that tastes of heaven as you sip it. 

Across the room, Hiddleston is approached by Alisha Grant. The head of HR owes you a favor and now you get to see her do the little thing you’d asked of her the night before.The English Literature professor frowns at her words, pulls back in confusion and purses his lips with what you can only read as anxiousness. His feet start tapping against the floor and he pushes his glasses up his nose with his pointer finger.

Dr. Grant smiles at him, turns and leaves, walking towards you. She stops in front of the table you occupy. “Happy?” she asks.

You nod with a beaming smile. “Of course. Now he’s anxious and the rest of part one will be easy.” 

She shakes her head and rolls her eyes. “I put you two in the same classroom so you’d become more capable of behaving in each other’s presence, yet here you are, making me do something that helps with the exact opposite.” 

“And you love me for it,” you say and sip your hot chocolate with a smug smile. “You find our rivalry as cute as Benedict. God, I was at his place on Friday to talk to him about this research thing I’m doing and he couldn’t talk about anything but our feud.”

“Oh, because you can.” Alisha rolls her eyes again. “Anyways, I’ve done as you asked and now you’ll have to excuse me, I have a lunch to attend.”

“Sure, don’t eat with me. I’m not all alone and bored to death,” you say sarcastically. 

Alisha shakes her head, though with an amused smile tugging at her lips. “You’ll have to ask someone else then. Bye.” She gives a little wave and walks away, still shaking her head. 

As she leaves, a rather angry professor marches up to you. Hiddleston’s brows are knitted together and his eyes stare daggers at you. You only smile innocently at him, fully enjoying the moment. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” he asks, his accent more pronounced with the anger in his voice. 

You shrug. “Honestly, I’m not sure. Just out here bullshitting my way through life.” You sip your hot chocolate, smiling smugly behind the mug.

“No, you had something to do with Dr. Grant approaching me.” He sits down in the chair across from yours. “What did you tell her?”

“Nothing,” you say, which, in all honesty, is the truth. “We’re friends, okay? I’m sorry she isn’t yours. Jealousy isn’t necessarily a bad thing, but remember to tone it down a little maybe?.”

The neck in his veins bulges out, blue shading the fair color of his skin, and threatening to explode. You purse your lips, though the lower trembles a little and tears starts to form in your eyes. Suppressing a laugh is harder than you thought. 

“Oh, shut up,” he says and stands. “Don’t believe I don’t know what you’re doing.” 

Watching him madly stalk away makes its way to the top ten things everyone should experience in life. You have never seen something as beautiful (to be honest, his little ass isn’t that bad). 

 ---

“You’re an idiot, do you know that?” Hiddleston hisses at you. 

“Excuse me?” You stare at him. “I’m the idiot? Have you met yourself?” 

He clenches his fists, opens his mouth, and decides against it. Hiddleston takes a glance up at the thirty students writing away at their computers and chatting with each other. You scoff. If you knew all it would take for him to shut up was to have students in the room, you’d have proposed this idea to Dean McHallan years ago. 

The professor takes a step closer to you, close enough for you to hear his heartbeat and feel his breath mix with yours. “I’m not sure exactly what you have as a brain, but I can assure you, it is no bigger than a nut,” he says, venom laced in his voice. 

“And I can assure you, it still contains more information than the bloated one you have.” 

 ---

The papers spread out on your office floor make less sense now than they did when you first put them down. Instead of being a fun research project as you hoped, it gives you a massive headache. Nevertheless, you had gotten some very nice ideas for classes. 

Your sophomore class had taken a liking to the idea of researching norse mythology in a new way. Reading some of the myths had turned into a great laughing session and been turned into an assignment to study as relics and reports, a great way to learn how to assess a source. 

And for the creative writing class on Thursday―you have yet to propose this to Hiddleston―you have an idea to use allusions to pepper in nuance to a story. 

But for the moment, as your mind is blank and a pikachu and a bulbasaur pops up, you’re pretty sure the last two all nighters weren’t a good idea. Or maybe you’re playing Pokemon Go with your mind (who knows?). 

You startle to a knock on your office door. “Come in,” you say and try to shake away the two pokemon in front of you as you regain your balance. It only works halfway and the person who opens the door steps on them as he comes inside. Actually, it might be that shot or two (shh, it wasn’t more) of vodka you took to brainstorm that does this. 

“Why aren’t you going home?” Benedict sighs and gives you a worried look. 

You shrug. “Beats me. I really should,” you say and nod aggressively, with a grimace saying ‘you’re-right’. 

Benedict tilts his head. “Are you drunk?” he asks and takes a step further into the room. 

“Noooo,” you say and hop down from your desk. You land on the mess of papers, mixing up their positions. “I would never.” You furiously shake your head no and then slowly go over to nodding. “Actually, now that I think about it. I might be?” 

“Okay, come here. I’m driving you home.” He holds out a hand for you to take. 

You accept it and smile at him. “You’re such a good friend.” Your nose scrunches as you coo at him and smile wider, showing teeth. 

He nods with a smile. “I know I am. You have your things?” 

You let go of his hand and turn around to find your backpack. “Ready,” you say, only to go and get your jacket. You stop mid track and your eyes widen. “Oh, oh, oh.” You scramble to your desk and find a pen and paper, and write down the idea that popped into your head. 

“Y/N,” says Benedict, his voice soft, “we should leave.” 

You wave at him. “Uno momento,” you say in broken Spanish and finish the sentence. You squeal at the amazing idea and scramble for your coat, putting the note in the pocket. “Ready!”

Benedict shakes his head, though he smiles and follows you out. He locks your office for you and takes your car keys. “I’ll pick you up tomorrow, too, don’t worry about it.”

“I won’t,” you say and hug him from the side. “You’re the best. Not like Tom. He’s the worst.”

You hear the physics professor sigh, but he doesn’t comment on it as you slowly begin to talk about the English Lit professor. He doesn’t mention it as you talk about the man’s personality, nor does he mention it when the words, “he has no business being that hot,” slips out and you let out a heavy sigh. 

 ---

You groan as you get into the passenger seat of Benedict’s car. “You have no idea how much my head hurts,” you say and stare at him through a pair of sunglasses. 

“Then you shouldn’t drink and work.” He rolls his eyes, but you notice the smile playing on his lips. “What made you believe that was a good idea?”

“Uhh, I believe it was the all-nighters. After all, when you came into the room I saw pokemon.” You groan at the hazy memory. “Fuck, that’s usually not even a consquence of alcohol.” 

Benedict takes a turn out of your neighborhood. “No, but it is a symptom of sleep deprivation. You should take better care of yourself.” He casts a quick glance your way with a worried smile, and then puts his attention back on the road. “What more do you remember?”

You shrug. “Uhh, you helping me. Getting my things.” You scrunch your face to rack your brain for the hazy moments of last night, but not much more comes to mind. “Did I do something stupid?”

A chuckle comes from Benedict. “Be glad I was the one to find you,” he says. “You didn’t do anything stupid until after, though. But I remember you having some bright idea? Care to indulge?”

“Bright idea?” you ask. 

“Yeah, you were about to get your jacket when you had some realization and wrote something down.”

“Oh,” you say. You check your jacket pockets, and true enough, there’s a post-it note inside it. You unfold the note and try to decipher the scrambled words. talk to tom about class. (remember don’t mention your crush shhhh) 

You nod, curl the paper and put it back into your pocket. “It was not a good idea and really you should never trust drunk people to have good ideas.” 

Benedict laughs and you sit back in silence. You press your lips together as your mind races through the few things you said as Benedict helped you home. Biting your lip, you can’t remember anything that will alert your friend to something you don’t want him to know. Nor did he see the note, so you should be good. 

Still, during the next few minutes before Benedict pulls up to campus, your heart beats unsteadily. Your head throbs and your gut churns at the stupid admittance from your drunk and sleep deprived self. The knowledge that said secret is about the person you allegedly hate, that gives you countless headaches throughout the day, and that you’re teaching a class with in a few hours, has your head spin and your throat go dry.

Yup, sure, looking forward to it. 

 ---

“Professor Y/L/N.”

You turn around to the small smile of one of your students. Mr. Holland purses his lips, his grip on a piece of paper turning his knuckles white. “What can I help you with?” you ask him, returning his kind, albeit nervous,  smile. 

He looks down. “I was wondering if you could, uh, read over this story I wrote.” He hands you the paper and carefully looks up at you. “You don’t have to, really, I just… I have you in both history and this and you said to use classes to ease the workload, and well, I have this story that does a take on one of the myths we have in history.”

“Really?” You raise a brow and accept the paper. The title reads Lady Thor, and immediately you smile knowing which myth he chose. The image of Thor claiming to be Freya and swinging Mjolnir at his new husband and the guests, all the while dressed in a bridal gown that spared no expenses. “Even this one. You know, this is one of my favorites.” 

Mr. Holland nods. “Yeah, of the ones you showed us, it’s mine, too.” He puts a hand on his neck and rubs. His eyes avoid your gaze a little, but through his eyelashes you can see him look up at you for a reaction. 

You smile wider, eye crinkling at the sides. “I’ll read through it tonight, okay?” 

At the words, Mr. Holland visibly relaxes. His arm falls down to his side, and he smiles. “Oh, wow, that’s really cool of you. Thank you so much.” 

You widen your smile at him. “Don’t worry about it.”

Mr. Holland nods and shakes his head at the same time, looking like a little kid finally getting that present he wants. “Thank you so much. Have a nice day, professor Y/L/N. Thank you so much.”

You let out a laugh. “Thank you. Have a nice day, too, Mr. Holland,” you say, “see you tomorrow in class.”

He nods and leaves the classroom, last of the thirty students after yet another class of creative writing. You let out a content sigh and gather your things on the desk, tucking the paper with his story carefully into the same fold as your laptop so as not to wrinkle it. 

“Uh,” Hiddleston says, and you turn your head and glance at him, “this idea of yours, incorporating other works into their own, it was rather good.” 

You raise a brow and fully turn around. “Wait? Is what I’m hearing praise? From Thomas William Hiddleston? From the man who hates my guts?” You fish your phone out of your pocket and open the camera. “Can you say it again, but on camera so I have proof?” 

Hiddleston rolls his eyes. “Can’t you just take the compliment? I know there’s not a lot of space in the nut you call a brain, but maybe try to find some for basic mannes.” 

“Oh, because there’s more space in yours? Sure, it’s bloated, but we both know how small it really is.” You scoff and turn around, putting your phone back in your pocket and closing the zipper of your backpack. “You know what, Hiddleston?” You turn back to him. 

“What?” 

“You’re just annoyed that I might actually have the upper hand in this class. That my ideas are better than yours and that, really, I should have the whole class. You know as well as I that the only reason I don't is because you’re too proud to admit I’m better than you.” 

The man takes long, quick strides, closing the distance between you two. “I’m not annoyed. Rather I find it fascinating that you’re teaching a class that you’re less qualified for than the rest of the teaching faculty.” 

“I’m more than qualified. In fact, I believe I’m more qualified than you in certain aspects of it. All you got is your literature and your language, and sure it helps, but you’re too stuck up with the old you don’t know what’s new and how to actually make these students achieve to the best of their abilities.” You raise your voice. Eyes lock onto his; You can see your reflection in them, see the anger riddled on your face. “The fact that you don’t think I’m qualified is exactly why you’re brain is bloated; It’s because you can’t see facts unless they’re touching your dick.”

Hiddleston shakes his head. “Oh, yeah,” he says, “and why can’t you realize that I never did anything to you and that the only reason you hate me is because you need some action in your life?”

What has that got to do with anything?

You take a step closer to him. “Action? And what action do you give my life?” His breath mixes with yours. “You give me headaches, stomach aches making me want to not show up for work. I’ve missed every birthday of Benedict’s kids because of you and I love those kids. You ruin my life because you can’t see that not everything revolves around you. You’re not the freakin’ sun, but you damn as well might be the Earth being that egocentric”

You’re both shouting now. Your words mix together and distorts into the background. One step closer and you can smell his cologne, One step closer and his heartbeat mixes with yours, creating a rhythm that takes control of your mind. Half a step closer and you’re inches apart, close enough for you to look into those blue-green eyes of his and see the fury sparkle. Half a step closer and you’ll be close enough to only need one push and your lips will touch his. 

Neither of you stop shouting, but as you take that step closer, you forget what you’re arguing about, even though your mouth continues to shout words. 

Never in a million years would you admit the thought that runs through your head as you take that step. Never in a million years would you act on said thought. But, right there and then, it crosses your mind. It races across, asking a million questions of what would happen if you were to lean up those few inches and capture his lips in a heated kiss that would finally shut him up. 

But you don’t act. 

No, instead, your voice returns. Instead, your head grows clear. Instead, Tom’s voice slows down, the volume of his voice decreasing. 

In that moment, you know with one hundred percent certainty; You will never admit to why you hate him. You’ll never admit it’s easier to hate. Easier to fuel unnecessary rage and unjustified actions. Easier to keep hating and fuel the energy behind it. 

Because asking for forgiveness takes courage you don’t possess.

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[sentofighta]

15 facts about me:

NAMED AFTER SOMEONE?:

*exasperated sigh* yes. sadly. my grandmother--dad’s mom. and as you can tell, yes i am not big fan of it but with time you just eh at it. 

LAST TIME YOU CRIED?

 Uhh..idk if it counts, cries of pain on thursday lmao. 

DO YOU HAVE ANY KIDS?

Nope. 

DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT?

Depends.

WHAT’S THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE?

Since I have trouble looking at people’s faces uhh...I can’t say something in particular because as i said, i dont look at people. this is a problem of mine i know, it needs to be fixed but yeah. i guess i notice their tone, friendly, aggressive etc more than anything since all i do is listen not look.

EYE COLOR?

Green.

SCARY MOVIE OR HAPPY ENDING?

uuh. i’ll go with happy ending because i am a scardy cat. sue me. 

ANY SPECIAL TALENT?

customers magnet. any shop once i step in, boom customers. don’t ask me. it runs in the family. though i doubt it work if i opened a shop myself lmao.

WHAT COUNTRY WERE YOU BORN IN?

The United Arab Emirates. 

WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES?

Playing with stray cats, video games, writing, hanging with my family, mostly my brothers, uuh. yeah.

DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS?

the stray cats are my pets.

WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY/HAVE PLAYED?

Basketball <3 libra let’s a go! , volleyball (went one time to compete but surprise the uhm net is higher than we were trained on so we lost in the second match ahaha...i still hold grudge against that one team...), football, oh uh does gymnastics count? look dude i was somewhat athletics now i can barely do 5 push ups dont touch me sobs. oh and karate ? swimming at summer camp . . .what else. Billiards a little bit but absolutely don’t know basic i just...hit the colored ball. and at one time they were going to teach us how to play bowling but idk why they gave up . . . eh. at least i can take down 7-8 pins every time. 

HOW TALL ARE YOU?

 . . . why must you ask. 152cm. 

FAVORITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL?

Math and English. 

DREAM JOB?

Professional translator. ye.

tagged by: @psychcdelica​ [thanks babu]

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21 Questions

I was tagged by @sherrybaby14 well she tagged my main but I don’t really post on there. Unless it’s by accident... lolol

Nicknames: Miri that’s it  

Real Name: Miriam

Zodiac: Tuarus

Height: 5′6″

What ⏰ is it: 5:19 pm

Favourite Band/Group: I have a lot but I’ll say for now its Deca, will change tomorrow.  

Favourite Sport Team:  Texas Rangers and Dallas Stars

Other blogs: My Main blog which has been almost entirely abandoned. 

Do I get asks: I do from time to time. I love them all!!!

How many blogs I follow: 412

Tumblr Crush: Wow too many, lets see how much of a whore I am. There’s obs the wives @sagechanoafterdark @cake-writes I have crushes on @honeyhan-123 and @spacesnail3000. Low key getting a crush on @hysteria87

Lucky🍀 Number: 7

What am I wearing now: A grey shirt and jeans with some black wedges. I was lazy getting dressed this morning. No jewellery, nada.   

Dream Vacation: Uuh, Europe yeah I think Europ. Maybe even Australia to stalk @cake-writes I mean whuu?

Dream Car: 1969 Dodge Charger bby

Favourite Food: I am a very simple woman, pickles. Fucking love pickles.

Drinks of choice: Green tea

Instrument: Drums and that’s it, no singing talent unless you get me drunk. 

Language: English, Hebrew, Arabic and bit of French.   

Celebrity Crush: Chris Evans, Sebastian Stan, Tom Hardy, Hugh Laurie since I was a little kid, and Oded Fehr. I’m sure more I’m not thinking of. 

Random Fact: I am anal retentive about my cleanliness or I am a slob. There is no in-between. 

Tagging: @hysteria87 @iwritesmutsandfluff @rubberbucky @spacesnail3000 @honeyhan-123 @cake-writes @shotsbyshae@clubcheapwhitewine @emmandhercoffecrisp and anyone else who wants to?