#when I say I’ve watched it a lot…..uhhhhh…

[skinnyscottishbloke]

I’m such a soundtrack person - the whole time we were watching The Holiday all I did was hum along. Tbf, I’ve had that soundtrack since the movie came out in 2006 and listen to it a lot, but still. Luckily my mom wasn’t annoyed by me telling her what the individual track names were at various points in the movie 🤣

[nalyra-dreaming]

COMMENTS on 2x07 - SPOILERS

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . *FIRST OFF: GOD HAVE I CRIED *No breath, no relief, all the pain This… contains a lot of swearing. . . . . . . .

The fucking rat box - there is a significant time gap between Claudia being shoved in there and her on stage. I BET that will become "that" time frame later, when Armand.... finally gets to it.

Btw, the iron boxes... an iron entrapment. I'm not sure if deliberate, but there is a piece of lore from Blood Communion that could come into play here IF they should pick it up again, later on

I’m glad they made the mental influence clear right away. Like… it’s not even subtle. And Lestat acting weird AF isn’t subtle either. It’s clear. It’s scripted. It’s the “last play”. It’s been “designed, and rehearsed.”

The Achilles’ heel slashed is so… vicious

Louis sensing and smelling Lestat… oh honey

Like that they referred to “the old place” for the other theater

Them making him swear on her diary is sooooo…💀

Santiago is so PLEASED when Lestat returns to script lol… we don’t see it but I wonder how many of the jury it took

A story of love... 💀

They are using the music box music … the fuckers

Awwww Armand being “punished” to watch… nawwwwww glad Daniel is not buying it either... and by Sam, the playwright... with a scythe... nawww. Okay, everybody buying that after that little restaurant display raise their hands, lmao.

That Lestat sleeping in the dirt is just... wrong. We already KNOW he returned to Paris twice. Another hint!!!

The repeated hint at the “ancient blood”… very on the nose

Their eye contact

Them trying to make it seem as if Louis “hunted” Lestat… lmao. As if Louis could have if Lestat would not have wanted him to????

Santiago prompting Lestat…. they seem to have pushed the narrative into his mind

on a random note: the blue contacts look so much better this season???

Oh…. Lestat SNAPPING at “fags” - loved it - so fantastically intense and creepy

“where lies their disgust now”?

Lestat making that man feel what he feels - WHY didn’t you just show this to Louis?????

THE HAIR CHANGED!!! There is that strand again! And the perfect hair in other scenes!!! INFLUENCED!! Manipulated!! I’ve been fucking saying.

OOOOHHHHH MY GOD Claudia’s turning … Louis knowing about the laws, did Louis really promise to stay???? I mean that’s just bargaining, and Louis just… begging… oh god, AND THEN THE FUCKING CUT TO ARMAND’s LOOK OH YOU FUCKER

“you were manipulated into it”… yeah. Say it, Santiago

God. Lestat there. And Louis the way he sees him.

Lestat confirming that Louis did not share affection with him anymore, as said, for years

Yeah, no, Lestat’s pose there for the Antoinette reveal is totally… natural 💀

God, Claudia cackling at Lestat saying “she’s the best of my vampiric self”… 😭

Ep5 revisit. Uhhhhh boy did they expand on what we already knew. And I KNEW something happened in the coffin room that made Lestat snap!! I KNEW IT! Okay, they kept the weird logistics of the fall (for now at least), but… yeah. This makes at least… more sense than before, I guess. Also, Lestat fully breaking script and admitting it. KNOWING he had hurt Louis there. Knowing. (I still stand by the Amel theory for the outside part and the comment in 1x06. Since they are taking from Prince Lestat….)

“A wolf congratulated for not killing her pup”!!!!!!!!

Louis is wearing something other than black again!!!!

“and then - something real” - and Armand chiming in… how… inconspicuous 💅🏼

A Stoning. Indeed.

I’m not sure how much I believe of them waking Lestat tbh… like... with the supposed trial rehearsals... and the crossing over... nawwwww

That eating blood with a spoon is so… inefficient. Like, they drink so much more???? What kind of blood is that to savor it like that? Must be special??? Or it's just show.

Oh god. Madeleine choosing Claudia. She is my coven. God.

Ugh. Lestat breaking script for Claudia. AND BY GOD I HOPE CLAUDIA FULFILLS THAT PROMISE

Oohhhhwwwwwww and Armand working SO HARD ON SAVING LOUIS!!!!! YOU LITTLE…. GNAAAHHHHH I don’t even have a word. "bites something"

God the pebbles/rocks. The entombment. And the SAME stones at the Dubai tree…

Lestat, swaying on his feet

So. Armand tells us of Claudia facing her death bravely. And defiantly. And the stare of shock and pain on Lestat’s face. Armand… the last to know the truth… for now. -.-

PREVIEW

And Armand getting Louis out.. afterwards. When… the coven did not care anymore, right??????? Mh hmmm.

Louis getting their asses

Louis going to kill Lestat??? MHHHH

EPISODE INSIDER

"it’s a fake setup - props in a play". Yeah. THAT.

Claudia doesn’t give an inch - "she knows she’s right"

“She has Lestat’s blood - if they do anything, it’s come back with a vengeance”!!!!!!!!!!! YES PLEASE 😭

Claudia’s death represents Louis’ last connection to this world

“[Claudia] was a brilliant vampire.

IN - fucking - DEED

God, what an episode.

I am... somewhat irritated that the reshot the turning and did not really revisit murder night, because the discrepancies there still stand. Except they have always intended to return to it in s3, which might make sense. Still. A bit weird, all of it. And Lestat breaking out of the control and script to admit to hurting Louis. 😭

God.

[romanarose]

Darkness on the Edge of Town: Chapter 3

Joel Miller x Fem!reader

Chapter 1 : Chapter 2 Masterlist Join my taglis

Fic Summary: Right before a mandatory FEDRA lockdown, Joel saved a woman in an ally from FEDRA guards and is forced to house her for the entire lockdown. I.e theres only one bed

Chapter Summary: You and Joel pretend life is normal

Warning: SUBBIEST OF SUB JOEL, dirty talk, PIV sex, fingering, Joel being a bit worried he crossed a consent line given the circumstances but he didn't, uhhhhh thanks it? if i miss anything LMK

A/N did I return 4 months later? yes. Will it take another 4 months for the last chapter? I hope not. bc I actually have inspo lol. I had given up but then i got an anon asking for more which always perks me up, so, remember, if you like a fic thats been dead a while, politely tell the writer you are looking forward to more! (politely, do not demand)

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When you woke up, Joel’s arm was around you.

You suspected he was lonely, lonelier than he’d like to admit, and his subconscious sensed the warm body next to him and gravitated towards it. Briefly, you wondered if he had been married, if maybe his wife had died during or after the outbreak. Is that why he had pads in the bathroom? Had it been recent, or had he just not been willing to trade for them because he was secretly sentimental. You’d seen people get sentimental over a lot weirder things than pads. 

You decided to just lay there, enjoying the warmth of his company, silent as ever but no less safe and strong and assuring. He was masculine and you were drawn to that, but a healthy masculinity, the kind where he was the strong silent type but he could not walk away from what was happening to you, no matter how much he wanted to. The kind that didn’t kick you out no matter how much you annoyed him. And yes, you were fully aware you annoyed him, because god, he was so fun to annoy. His grumpy little face, grumpy little frown, the grumpy little lines between his eyebrows you just wanted to kiss…

Images of last night flashed through your head, sucking on the fat tip of his cock, grinding yourself on his leg, the whimpers and shaky moans he made…

“Fuck!” Joel sat up, jolting awake and realizing her was entangled with you. “Sorry, fuck- shit fuck!” He ran both sets of fingers through his messy morning curls, his tan skin even showing a hint of flush at the embarrassment. He’s never seen him so uncertain.

“Joel, It’s okay” You reach for him and he flinches, making you pause… but when you reach for him again, slowly this time, he allows it.

He’s frozen, eyes wide and sad and soft all at once, a new look. Guilt. “I shouldn’t have done that and I should not have let last night happen and-”

“Joel…” You chuckle softly, not mocking him, not belittling his concerns, but merely from the warmth in your heart that such a hardened man could be so soft hearted. “Last night happened because you and I both wanted it.”

“But I shouldn’t have done that to you”

“You didn’t do anything to me. I offered, I wanted to, and if I remember correctly, I did most of the work” You give him a quick wink and he relaxes just a bit. “Joel, I had already made it to adulthood when this outbreak happened. I am not a child, or a mentally stunted youth. I’ve survived this long because I am strong. I know you had to save me, and that’s why you probably view me as someone vulnerable and in need of protection but that’s just not the truth. I appreciate you being considerate, but I really don’t need to be coddled.” You watch as the words settle on his, the gears turning in his head. “Do you regret last night?”

Joel considered this… He felt like he should… but he didn’t. “No”

You give him a smile. “I don’t either. It was fun, you’re hot, I’m hot, we fulfilled a natural urge. And… We’re still stuck together…” Letting go of his hand, you plant both of your palms on bed, positioning yourself on all fours. “So who’s to say it won’t happen again?” With a quip of your mouth, you tease him slowly crawling forward as his eyes darken with desire. In a few moments, you are face to face, your own eyes boring into his milk chocolate ones as you see his need for you, the way he’s fighting with himself. You wondered if he had been religious, if that was the reason he felt this guilt. Did he have a daughter? Did he know someone that had been taken advantage of? These were thing you wanted to know about the sweet, gruff man in front of you… but right now, the main thing you wanted to know was if he could stretch your vagina the way he stretched your mouth last night. 

The impulse must’ve won over, because Joel leaned forward, kissing you, attempting to gain some sort of control over the situation.

But you knew Joel a decent amount by this point, been able to glean a vague map of his personality from the glimpses you got into his psyche and you knew what he needed. Joel mother fucking Miller did not need control. He needed to let go.

So you help him with that.

Hands firm on his slightly softened chest, still hardened with physical labor but a little squish from age, you push him down gently, never breaking the kiss and you claim his mouth for your own and guide him to lay down. Laying there for a while, you don’t push anything, allowing the moment to do its work. You had to be gentle with a man like Joel. Firm and clear, to be sure, but careful. He’d be spooked away easily, and the last thing you wanted was to add to his nerves. Joel just submitted… so easily. 

Emboldened by the make out and the way you ground your body against him, Joel slips his hands down your pants- his pants- and begins to massage your mound. Joel may enjoy letting go, but he is no stranger to pleasing a woman, and he quickly had you moaning into his mouth.

“Can I ride you, Joel? Please?” You beg for his permission, ready to put the built muscles of hard work to use on him. 

“Oh god, yes” Joel is eager for you, ready to feel the warmth of a woman for the first time in god knows how long. He feels you begin to move to climb on top, but he instead pushes you down, angling his body above yours for a flash of dominance. You look up at him all bright-eyed and ready, but he had your comfort in mind. Sliding his hands down your pants once more, Joel plays with your pussy lips before asking permission. “Let me open you up first.” He didn’t want to sound braggadocious, but he was aware of his size. 

When you agreed, Joel wasted no time and slid 2 long, thick fingers right inside you, curling up each time he pumped inwards. You hum in appreciation as he continued kissing your neck.

“Can I mark you, beautiful?” Joel asked, taking a light nibble on the soft flesh off your neck so it was clear what he wanted to mark.

“Yesyesyesyesyesyes pleeeeaasssee” In rapid succession, you not only grant him permission but beg him to make you his, if only for now, if only for this week, you were his and he was yours. You buck your hips up subtly to meet his hand, feeling the warmth bubbling inside you.

Joel began to suck on your neck, nibbling a bit on your shoulder to test the grounds and when you moan, he bites harder… and harder… and harder until you scream out his name and he attempts to pull away, afraid he hurt you, but your death grip on his hair keeps him latched onto you, pressing his teeth further into your skin. You cum around his fingers with a death grip, Joel’s body rutting against yours.

As you came down from your high, Joel disengaged from the attachment but never from your skin for more than a second, licking and sucking and kissing over that bleeding spot. With the slow of your heavy breaths, you could hear his desperate whines from his throat.

“Joel, Joel, baby” You force him to look at you, his eyes wet and mouth bloody, worried he did something wrong. “Goddamn…” You surge forward, just desperate to kiss him again, unable to be away from him for more than a moment to breathe, sometimes you didn’t even want that, perfectly happy to suffocate together and die like this. As you kiss, you guide him to lay down, taking off your pants as well as his, you climb on top and straddle his slutty little waist. 

His obscenely large hands tug at your shirt. “Off, please? Please, please I need- fuck, I need to see you.”

Happy to oblige the handsome man under you, you place your hands over his and tighten them to a grip on your shirt. Guiding him, you allow him to pull the shirt over your body and you smile at the awe in his face. Joel paws at your breasts and you slide your slick core over his hard cock that rested against his belly.

“In my mouth” Joel begs, and you need to ask what he wants to suck on, his eyes are trained on your tits. “Need them in my mouth, please.”

You lean over, and Joel quickly takes your right nipple in his mouth, making the sounds of your pleasure fill the room. “Eager boy” You coo at him, tugging gently on his hair just to hear those needy whimpers again. “I’ll take care of you, don’t worry.”

While he remains otherwise occupied, you line his fat tip up at your entrance and slowly, slowly work your way down his length.

Joel’s lips let go of his ministrations on your tits, his head hanging back as he groans your name loudly. His palms find your ass, the sheer size of them spread out nearly covering the whole expanse, and with a bruising grip he begins to rock you on his cock.

“So goddamn tight, fuck”

You would be, you hadn’t had sex in god knows how long. Not the best pickings right now in the men department.

“You close, Joel?” You tease him. “Been so long inside a pussy, you’re gonna just cum right after sliding in?” Working those leg muscles, you begin to bounce on him, rewarding you with a moan and a tight scrunch of his face. He was trying his hardest not to embarrass himself by cumming in seconds, but you found it unbelievably hot. Making it your mission to make him cum, you lean backwards and brace yourself against his strong, meaty thigh and reach until you find what you're looking for; his hairy, sweaty balls. You play with them, rolling them around in your hand and finding the right rhythm until he’s bucking up his hips.

“Ho-o-o-o-o-oly shit! FUUUUUCK! You’re gonna- FUCK! You gotta stop that, you’re gonna make me- ohhhh, fuuuuck!” He’s practically thrashing beneath you. It was salacious, seeing his broad, strong body so submissive for you, beyond erotic seeing him an absolute mess for you, such a far cry from the man who rescued you that first day. That Joel was strong, dominant, in charge and clear headed. The Joel you had now? This Joel was submissive, fucked out and writhing, completely at you mercy.

The power of a good blowjob.

This Joel needed you to take care of him, and take care of him you would.

You continued bouncing off him, Joel’s hands having moved to the sheets for fear of hurting you with his grip, and he was trying to best to hold on to his own orgasm… but when he opened his eyes to see your cheeky, grinning face smiling down at him… he knew your were playing with him, and he couldn't help but smile back.

“Fucking brat!” But he was smiling, thrusting up into you and pawing at your breasts, bound and determined to make you cum before him.

Both of your attempts to make the other cum first backfired, both of you cumming at the same time. You scream his name while Joel shouts obscenities, not doubt irritating the neighbors trapped in the same apartment complex with you both all week. Exhausted, your sweaty body slumps over his, and you are delighted to feel his arms wrap protectively over you. It was good to know he wouldn’t turn straight back into the Joel you had known before right after shooting his cum inside you.

“Probably should’ve pulled out, huh?”

“You seemed a little preoccupied.” Always gotta be a pain in his ass.

“Go to sleep, you’re less annoying that way.” His voice was gruff but quite and his grip on you remained steadfast.

“Wait until I start sleep talking. You’ll never be rid of this mouth.”

“Oh Jesus.”

In his arms, you fall back asleep, his cock still inside you, but you don't care. None of it mattered. Not the circumstances of why you were here, not all the times he ignored you, not the dingy apartment room or the drool and cum and sweat on the sheets, swirling around the room and permeating your nose. In times like these you learn to take love where you can get it. Not that you thought you were in love, no. You weren’t stupid. But there was a version of love here, in this act, and affection that didn’t exist in the late night hook ups, meet ups where you were pressed against an alleyway by someone whose name you didn’t even know because intimacy more than penetration hurt. This was something different. Something fleeting and short and ill-timed but gentle and caused your heart to swell in just the right way. For this week, you could live in a bubble with Joel, just to have a taste of normalcy for a few godforsaken days. Both of you deserved it.

You dreamt during your nap. You dreamed most nights of a life you could never have again. A life of drinks and fun and holidays, family, rest, 40 hour work weeks… simple things. Tonight you were at a bar, at an open mic night, the sound of guitar playing and muffled singing ringing in your ears as you begin to stir awake, the sounds of the dream bleeding into real life.

‘Oh yeah, life goes on long after the thrill of live’n is gone‘

A blanket is tucked tightly over your, protecting your modesty despite Joel seeing you naked before. A gentleman, that one, no matter how much he tries to act like that part of him died. When you finally drag your eyes open, curious if you’re just plain hallucinating the singing of the John Melloncamp song, you are surprised to see the back of Joel’s chair with his salt and pepper hair popping over the top and the head of his guitar coming out of the side.

Joel was playing guitar for you.

Turning to the right to find your previously discarded clothes, instead find a fresh pair of sweats and a flannel laid out for you. Joel’s music pauses as he hears the rustling of the bed, but he continues, blending the song into an acoustic version of Simply the Best, the strum of his guitar much more pleasant a wake up than you’ve gotten since childhood. Instead of the sweats, you opt to steal a pair of boxers.

As he sings, you walk up behind him to wrap your arms around his chest, and he accu

“Now darl’n, did you purposely only button two buttons on this flannel just to- god dammit, ain’t even wearing pants.” He sounds like he’s grumbling, but you know him better by now. Although you adore the music, you take the guitar out of his hands and carefully lay it on the floor before straddling his lap.

“Can we just pretend?”

He didn’t need to ask what you meant. “Yeah we can pretend.”

Just for this week, you were a normal couple in the year 2003, having a stay-cation. Maybe American would come on, maybe you’d make him rewatch Sex and the City. All that was up in the air. Right now, you were just waking up and wearing his clothes like everything was normal and the outside didn’t exist.

You spent the whole day and the next talking. Joel wasn’t surprised by that; it was all you had done this whole week, even when you two fucked your mouth was running. Unless, of course, he had you occupied with his dick. Most of the time was spent talking about things from before, but only in a vague sense. He never mentioned Tommy or Sarah, and he didn’t know what family you have or had. He told you he did construction, you told him you liked Star Wars.

“At least we got to see Episode III before the outbreak. I wouldn’t be able to stand the suspense. I think I’d hunt down George Lucas and ask him what happened.”

Shirtless from your last fuck, Joel strummed his guitar while you talked, light and airy as to not seem like he was playing over you, but giving the room a relaxed, fun ambiance. “You think Goerge Lucas is alive?”

“I dunno, I think a lot of those rich guys are.”

“Maybe the ones with money and political connections. Like Swartzanagger. Or a Kennedy.”

“I met Natalie Maines”

“No shit?”

“Yeah. It’s so weird. Last I heard of her country stations were boycotting her music because she said something against George Bush. No wonder she was shoveling shit in Philly.”

Joel hummed in agreement, stating that Sarah Michelle Geller lives in the Boston QZ. Before the conversion could continue, you both hear a shout from the window.

“MILLER!”

“God fucking dammit.” Joel set his guitar aside, digging for his discarded shirt to go to the window, but saw you headed right for it. He shouted your name, but you didn’t listen. You never fucking do. He scrambled to pulling the gray shirt over himself, before shoving you aside just as you pull up the window.

Fucking Ross was below. 

“What the fuck do you want, Ross” He calls below, continuously trying to push you away from the window while you pushed right back, bickering with him. He didn’t want you anywhere in shooting distance.

Ross and several other guards were standing there, arms. 

“3 days left, Miller. What’s the plan?” When Joel didn’t answer, Ross continued. “You can’t keep her up there forever.”

Annoyed, Joel raised an arm to the window pane and cocks and eyebrow at the young man. “You still on about this? Can’t get pussy anywhere else?”

You peak out from under Joel’s arm, grinning even through Joel’s knee was trying to shove you away.

Ross wasn’t having it, raising his Joel.

Immediately, Joel’s body tackled you down and out of the way.

“SOON AS SHE’S OUT OF THAT APARTMENT, SHE’D RIGHT BACK WHERE SHE STARTED, MILLER!”

Joel waited, body covering over yours with a protective heaviness unless the footsteps and chatter retreated… but then he stayed, he stayed over you, as if as soon as you stood up you’ll be taken from him and the first sense of normal since Sarah’s death will be ripped apart.

He tucked his head into your neck, not ready to give up defeat… but unsure what to do. You weren’t safe. He didn’t save you.

“Joel…” You ask him, still pressed into the hardwood floor but not complaining. “What am I gonna do…”

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Thank you to the person who sent the anon saying they'd love more. that gave me so much motivation,

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[cultofdixon]

Good Ol’ Dixon Advice

Daryl Dixon [PLATONIC] | Carl Grimes [ROMANTIC] • He/Him Pronouns • Crushes are weird and Daryl may not have the golden standard advice. But he’ll do his best • ANGST/SFW • TW: PTSD / Nightmares / Scars / Messy Confessions / Self Harm Mentioned

Requested by: Anon

“Hey uh…dad? You’ve got a minute?”

Daryl looked up from the bike frame noticing his son standing at the garage door extremely anxious. He stopped what he was doing to give Y/N his attention.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing! Or I don’t know. I just. Uh….” Y/N tried his best to be blunt about it, but he doesn’t know how Daryl would react to such. So might as well just… “I’m gay”

The archer blankly stared at his kid watching his tense shoulders relax when he shrugged before turning back to the bike frame.

“So? Love who yea want”

“Oh. Okay cool, so how do I do it”

“Huh?” His full attention returned in a split second as Y/N brought himself more into the garage to avoid anyone listening in. Both being paranoid individuals about eavesdroppers even if most aren’t around. “What do you mean ‘how do I do it?’ There’s no handbook to being gay”

“No! I know…like that much. I’m talking—-talking to your crush. Shit like that”

“Language, bud” Daryl scowled, asking for a certain tool for Y/N to grab as he did. If he’s going to be there, he’s going to learn and help with building the bike. “I don’t know how to deal with that that well”

“Seriously? You and Carol aren’t something alre—-“

“Y/N!”

“What! She’s not here! Aaron and Eric aren’t here! NO ONES LISTENING”

“WHOLE TOWN MIGHT AS WELL IF YEA YELLING” Daryl snaps, ultimately regretting it when Y/N retracted as he takes a deep breath. “Sorry. Shouldn’t have yelled. But again, I ain’t the best with crushes either. Hell, I only talk to yea most”

“Clearly. But you do grunt for every other sentence” Y/N states listening to him grunt in response, only proving his point.

Daryl handed off the tool for Y/N to put back as it dawned on him. “Who do yea like?”

“Uhhhhh. Not important”

“Y/N, bud…if yea want advice. I might wanna know”

“Or you don’t gotta and still give me advice that you won’t take for yourself and your own crushes”

This kid’s obvious statements is gonna piss Daryl off soon.

“Imma start guessin’ if yea—-“

“Carl!” He snaps hoping to then drop it as he was starting to stress himself out thinking about it. “But it’s like…fuck I don’t know” he got up about to leave the garage but stopped at the exit/entrance.

“Seriously I may cuss a lot. Don’t mean you gotta” Daryl gets up from his seated position, tossing the rag that he wiped his hands with on the work bench watching Y/N tense at the thoughts he was getting. “What’s stopping yea from just saying how yea feel?”

“Don’t you like…gotta know first if they like or don’t like the same gender…”

“Mm. From what I learned growing up, people just take their chances and if they ain’t? You move on”

“There’s nothing to move onto”

“That…sounded bad. But if you have a crush on the kid, then why not take the risk?”

“Cuz there’s also the chance of this Enid girl”

“Have you heard of bisexuals?” Daryl questioning only to receive a glare from Y/N as he held his hands up defensively. “I’ve never seen this Enid girl anyway. Heard of her but not seen her”

“Yeah well she’s on Rick’s good side for the most part. The dude doesn’t know she climbs the walls…and that Carl follows her and I just. Stay in here”

His kid was jealous, he could sense that instantly. But again, he doesn’t know until he just says something.

“Either take the risk or be disappointed, bud” Daryl pats him on the back as Y/N gave him a saddened look.

“I’m scared though”

“It’ll be alright. Whatever happens. It’ll be alright, son”

The next day, Daryl went to talk about such with Rick without his kid knowing that he was doing so. Since to Y/N’s surprise, everyone knew about his crush on the Grimes kid…except the kid himself.

Rick stopped watching a certain someone from the window when he heard the front door open. “Who is it?”

“Were yea expecting someone other than me?” Daryl scoffs shutting the door behind him watching his friend move away from the window. “No seriously. Who were yea expecting?”

“Just doing my job. Keepin’ an eye on people” Rick brought himself into the kitchen to get a bottle ready for Judith as it was almost time for her to wake from her nap. “What’s up, Daryl?”

“It’s about our boys” He says in a calm manner when joining him in the kitchen, but even with the calmness it still lead to worry coming on Rick’s face.

“What happened to our sons? Did Carl fight that Ron kid? Or did Y/N try leavin’ again”

“No to both of those. But it’s mainly about Y/N’s feelings”

Rick froze a moment as he screwed on the bottle cap before letting the confusion continue on his expression.

“Gonna have to explain more”

“Everybody knows Y/N likes your son”

“Okay, who doesn’t like Carl? He’s a great kid”

I’m about to lose my shit Daryl squints trying to read the oblivious expression on his friend’s face. “Rick. Seriously?”

“Seriously what?”

Guess the Grimes have that in common, being fucking clueless to things like love. Daryl wasn’t going to have it and would have to bring this type of conversation up again.

But in the mean time, Y/N was slowly building up the courage to talk to Carl. He climbed over the wall to follow after him wherever he was going and it didn’t take long to find the young Grimes…and what he was doing.

The archer flinched from his spot by the window which was a habit of his, Rick did it for different intentions earlier. He mainly reacted to the front door shutting harshly, immediately noticing Y/N running into the house.

“Hey! What’s wrong?!”

“Nothing! The world is a terrible fucking shithole that I don’t want to be apart of” Y/N yells back only for Daryl to get annoyed and ignore the boundary his son has where if he was upset, then Daryl can’t just barge in on the matter he has to approach it gently. But given he almost broke the front door, he wasn’t having it.

“What happened? Seriously. You can’t just shut out and curse”

“Why can’t I just fucking internalize my feelings for a fucking night! I don’t want to talk about it” Y/N snaps about to shut the door to the basement apartment the two stayed in under the Grimes’s residence. But Daryl caught his foot in it.

“Nah. We’re either talking about it or I’m stickin’ with yea until you calm down”

“I’m not going to fucking hurt myself!”

“STOP CURSING” Daryl snaps. “And how do I know you won’t when that’s what yea used to do back in the prison after we found yea”

He didn’t know he knew. But honest? How can you hide something that serious in the apocalypse? Even the old world there would be an anxious aura whenever something as serious as that happened. Or at least Daryl isn’t blind to stuff like that.

“I’m…I’m not gonna do anything…I just wanna stop thinkin’ about it” Y/N frowns pressing his back against the wall and slumping to the floor. “I wish I didn’t see it”

Daryl frowns bringing himself to kneel to his level and not asking, but gave his kid a look to tell him at his own speed.

“Can we just…talk about it in the morning”

“As long as I know you’re not gonna do anythin’, bud.” Daryl sighs. “And that if anythin’ during the night yea come and get me”

“…Okay”

It didn’t take long for the anxiety to consume Daryl during the night. He already has issues sleeping and now this? He didn’t want anything to happen to his kid and given their conversation from the other day…it could only be revolved around that. Or something REALLY bad happened that has nothing to do with it.

But the next morning, without the usual having breakfast with the rest of their group. Y/N leaned up against the wall as Daryl stood in the kitchenette.

“Did yea sleep?”

“No…I should’ve just known” Y/N frowns bringing his attention to his feet. “Like. Why did I even bother trying to build up the courage to tell him if I was just gonna see what I saw”

“You told Carl?”

“No, but I saw him and Enid kiss”

“Oh…oh, I’m sorry kid” Daryl didn’t know what else to say as Y/N didn’t know what he wanted to hear frankly. “Somebody will come”

“Oh like that’s possible”

It is. Given Daryl and Aaron are recruiters and there are other fishes…in this apocalyptic sea. But this was recent and he wanted to feel his feelings in private.

Even if he doesn’t know the other side of the story.

________

The two hide within a tree trunk to avoid walkers and whoever else was outside the walls. Enid brought herself close as Carl tensed slightly when looking her in the eye to try and read what she was instigating.

Then when her lips pressed against his and the sound of shuffling happening, Carl pulled away giving her a confused look.

“Uh”

“Oh. Shit I overstepped”

“No—Well. Yes. Sorry I just…don’t like yea in that way”

“Oh okay…” Enid wasn’t entirely surprised, her being in a similar situation as another where you have to take the risk and either be disappointed never knowing or at least knowing feeling either way. “So…this is a bit awkward”

“Yeah. But like. I care about you and I don’t want this to like. Ruin the chance of being friends”

“It’ll be awkward yea. But no I agree.” Enid reassured him with a smile. “Just friends”

As they exited the tree once the coast was clear, the two started to head back toward the wall they scaled and Enid had to know.

“Who…do you like?”

“Do I have to like someone?”

“No”

“Well I do. I just had to make sure”

Enid rolls her eyes followed by a laugh as Carl drops down beside her. “Imma guess if you don’t say anything”

“I’m not gonna be surprised if you get it on the first guess”

“Oh, so it is Y/N? Cuz that’s who I was thinking of. Ron doesn’t seem like your type…whatever that is”

“Clearly Y/N”

“Right”

________

“Daryl, we need to talk”

The archer is always disturbed when working on his bike and there’s only two people he doesn’t care for the disruption, Rick ain’t one of them.

“I’m busy”

“It’s about our sons”

Daryl sets his tools down giving Rick his undivided attention, noticing the tense expression on his face which lead to his worry but he was better at masking it.

“What happened?”

“Carl just told me he likes your son”

Holy shit Daryl instantly stood to his feet when he heard such and thought how did Rick find this out or what more could’ve happened that didn’t involve either of them. “Okay?”

“Like. Fuck how do I go about this?!”

Oh. Great. “Rick, are you like. Upset by it or—-“

“NO! NO NO NO.” Rick scrambled a bit before taking a deep breath. “No. Just surprised is all. I don’t know what to do about the information I was given”

“Be happy for our kids? But…Uh. Wait. What did Carl tell yea exactly?”

“That he likes both males and femal—“

“About Y/N”

“That he likes Y/N a lot and that he’s been avoiding him. Asking me what he should do but I don’t know!”

Part of Daryl wanted to smack Rick given he has more parenting experience than the archer but he’s this clueless. But another part worried about his kid.

“You’ve seen Y/N today?”

“No, neither has Carl or frankly anybody”

Not like Y/N would go very far since when they first brought him in he was a bit skittish, sure. But as Daryl took him in and the group made him feel like he was a part of something…he never wanted to leave that. He simply has his moments he would rather be alone but he’ll always come back.

And he does.

Daryl waited by the gate for most of the day thinking about the route he’ll take to go find Y/N if he doesn’t come back soon. But when the gates were pushed open, letting said individual in as he was instantly met with a glare.

“Uh. I brought game?” Y/N tried to soften the tension looming as he held up a rabbit that he caught.

“You gotta go talk to Carl”

“Why?” Y/N scoffs carrying his rabbit toward their home as Daryl grabbed his shoulder carefully pulling them back. “What! Why do I have to?! His answer was loud and clear”

“His answer wasn’t loud and clear. You gotta trust me and go talk to Carl.”

“Okay…and what do I get if I do it?”

A boyfriend what fucking else do yea want?! Daryl thought as he knew where Y/N was about to go which made him a tad annoyed.

“You tell Carol.”

“Do I have to go fucking first?”

“No, and language” Y/N grins deviously before tossing the rabbit at him and making his way to the Grimes’ residence but up to where Carl’s room was.

The time from the gate to the door of Carl’s room, made him anxious. He didn’t want to talk about it with him. Didn’t want to be rejected face to face…but right before Y/N knocked on the door, he heard his name being called from the stairs…noticing Carl had gotten home right after he did.

“Oh uh. This is awkward”

“But good. I gotta talk to you”

Huh? Y/N brought himself close but enough for distance even if Carl did take a step forward to break it and some part of Y/N kept him cemented.

“You’ve been avoiding me…and it’s got me thinking about what happened recently with uh. Me and Enid”

“Oh I—“

“I knew someone had ran off in the distance. Too fast to be a Walker or at least we don’t know any variants that can run uh…Just. I knew you saw what you saw”

“Oh…and I’m guessing you’re confirming—-“

“No!…No. it’s not like that at all…I do like Enid. But it was never in that way” Carl started to become a bit bashful as the rise of a pink hue came to his cheeks. “Really never was”

Now Y/N was feeling a bit of the heat rise to his cheeks as he thought this was his window. It is! Just say—-

“I like you”

“I like you”

That left the two to laugh at the unison as Carl instantly brought Y/N into his embrace, feeling him tighten his grasp on the Grimes. The two held onto each other for a while…until the time felt right to take that next step. Even if for the time being it was a kiss on the cheek from Y/N to Carl because they might not know, but the two knew the dads looming on the first floor.

“You think he confessed”

“Yeah they are definitely sucking face right about now if they ain’t talkin’”

“WHAT”

“Calm your tits, Rick. They’re young love let them enjoy themselves…” Daryl starts as it started to get a bit too quiet. “BUT NOT TOO MUCH”

“FUCK OFF DAD” Y/N yells downstairs as that was their cue to leave the two alone for a bit.

Enjoy their happiness for themselves

[bandydear]

I’ve been reading your tlgbf tlgbl fic, and am absolutely obsessed!! Where did you get the inspirations for dyke Jackie? I love how you’ve written her and her queerness

So, I prescribe to the theory that Jackie had some inclinations about her homosexuality out there in the wild and that's why she's parading around in sweater vests and limp wrists. That the high femme presentation we see in the pilot is more of a gender and social performance than who she is. And, I explored the people pleaser elements that lingered behind in that.

She compliments Nat in the Pilot that she admires how true to herself Natalie is which means that Jackie is not true to herself. She feels the pressure of expectation and lives within that expectation instead of her truth. We are never given a "truth that could crash an airplane" from Jackie. What she says is that she used to sneak downstairs and watch The Color of Night so she could pause it at Bruce Willis's wang.

For research for the fic, I watched Color of Night (the shit I do for art...). Bruce Willis's flaccid dong is there for like, five frames. And, it's not impressive like she claims it to be. You know what that movie actually has a lot of? Naked women and lesbian sex. Jackie's gay.

I know a lot of butch/futch/even high femme dykes who began their journeys presenting heterofemme realness and rejected it when they made their way down the rainbow brick road. Jackie very much gives me those vibes. Like, she has gay energy, but also a very "useless gay man" energy.

I think that finding out "x amount" of her teammates are some kind of queer and that the Very Hetero Sport she's been shielding herself with is uhhhhh Not That is part of what leads her down the path of self-discovery.

She's also shredded. Jackie canonically has an 8-pack and that's interesting because in the 90's, muscle tone was seen as something undesirable for women. (Now, I know that the show is made Now, where the aesthetic ideals are different, but if it's in the text it counts.)

Anyway, this has all been said before in other tumblr posts about Jackie being gay. I'm sure you're asking about why I wrote her as a futch service top instead of say, a femme pillow princess?

It has to do with her character arc. In S1 of Yellowjackets, Jackie's arc is one of nihilism and regression. The only thing that is keeping her alive in this survival situation is her love for Shauna, and when she learns of Shauna's resentment, she loses the will to live. Literally. Dies of a broken heart.

Jackie cannot survive in an environment without love. And, she struggles with survival instincts in general. Which is what makes her a great foil to Nat, who cannot help but survive, and, ironically, dies in S2 of too much love. The moment Nat stopped being cynical and nihilistic she doomed herself.

Two characters in direct opposition cannot exist so therefore they must either kill one or the other other--or change each other to live in harmony. I chose the latter. Jackie softens Nat and Nat hardens Jackie. They meet in the middle. If Jackie becomes hard, and becomes someone who can survive, what does that look like? What's the funniest possible way to get to this point?

Make Jackie the one who builds the shelter. Take this ineffectual, limp wristed twink and show her the way towards self-sufficiency through trades. Her home was broken beyond repair, so she learns how to fix it on her own. The literal is metaphorical and the metaphorical is literal.

So, now that I've explained:

Why Jackie is gay

Why Jackie fixes houses

Now, "why a service top"?

I touch on it in the text, but I don't think she's solely that. I do think that even after coming out, if she was experimenting with people who weren't Shauna she wouldn't allow herself to be physically vulnerable with them. It would cause a panic attack. She has a very Protestant energy and receiving pleasure as a part of sex would probably give her like 5 different mental breaks.

Jackie doesn't enjoy sex with Jeff (oral and hand stuff count as sex) not just because she's gay, but because she's too self-aware of how she's being perceived to enjoy her body.

On the other hand, she is a chronic people pleaser--though Lazy, so I knew she couldn't jump into this with both feet. If Jackie had slept with the girl in chapter 1 it wouldn't have gone well, and it would have been super awkward and unsatisfying for both parties. It's the envy at seeing Nat enjoying herself, and finally being in a safe space to relax a little that allows her to explore sensuality. Still, I don't think she'd let herself be touched in the same way.

If she had, as planned, shared a room with Shauna at Rutgers, I could see her being in a much more comfortable sexual role. Because Shauna was her safe space. But, I could also see her bringing a lot of her own baggage into that situation, and it quickly becoming toxic. I don't think they'd work romantically out of their "platonic" relationship in school, because it had already broken and festered by the Pilot.

Anyway! That's the impetus for Jackie's dykery. I hope that clarified some things. There are other folks out there who have come away with other, valid, and cool conclusions, but these are the ones I came to with my own research and experience. Thanks again for asking!

[sasseebeee]

i just posted a fic! it's not the first thing i've written, but it is the first one i published somewhere! there's also a version under the cut for anyone who wants to read it here!

Rana felt as if she was in a fairytale.

Here she was, in the prettiest ball gown she had ever seen in her life, dancing in the arms of the man she held dearest.

“This has to be a dream,” she murmured.

Her partner gazed into her eyes, looking at Rana with a lovestruck expression. “Rana…” Oh, how her name sounded so divine when it passed his lips! Suddenly, he leaned in, his lips ever so close to her ear. She could feel his breath hot on her neck as he whispered…

“Of course it's a dream.”

And then Rana woke up.

She was in her bed, in her room in Revenant’s Toll, and definitely not dancing with G’raha Tia. Of course. Rana buried her head in her hands and groaned. Gods, she was beyond saving.

Rana looked out of her window and slumped as she saw how early it was. The sun hadn't even risen yet! She cursed her hyperactive mind and nestled back into her covers, preparing to drift back into slumber…

…But each time she closed her eyes, Rana found herself plagued by reminders of her dream. Especially the way G’raha had looked at her…with such fervent love in his eyes…and the way her heart had pounded when he’d leaned in…

Nope. Nope. Nope. Absolutely not. Rana was not thinking about that. She threw the covers off of herself and hopped out of her bed. She would just have to start the day early. 

-

Rana stood in front of the stove, watching her food like a hawk. She was acutely aware of the phrase about the watched pot, but whoever came up with that had *clearly* never burned food before. Luckily, Rana's food was not (too) burnt today, a fact that manifested a proud grin on her face as she plated her food. As she moved to one of the tables, she heard the familiar sound of boots approaching.

“Ah, good morning, my fellow early riser.” 

Rana immediately felt heat rise to her face as she heard the voice of the man who had starred in her dreams. Stop. Thinking. About. It. She turned around and prayed that her friend did not notice her reddening cheeks.

“Morning! What’s got you up so early?”

“Ah. Well…I haven't had the best time sleeping after the tower. I imagine all that time sleeping might have impacted my circadian rhythm quite a bit…” G’raha gave a solemn smile. “But what of you, my friend? I know you are often up early, but never before the sun.”

“Oh! Well. Um. I…” 

What was she supposed to say? Oh, I just had a dream that you were madly in love with me, and it's giving me a lot of feelings right now! Gods above, that would be mortifying. Rana would have to throw herself into a bottomless pit.

What if she twisted it a bit and said she had a nightmare? That seemed a little cruel though. It wasn't as if she didn't like it… Her tail was swaying even now as she thought of the scene. 

“I…guess I just woke up. And couldn't go back to sleep. Yeah.”

“...I see.” 

Oh Gods he definitely knew she was lying. Thankfully, G’raha refrained from pushing further and merely gave her a sympathetic smile. “Well, nevertheless, I am glad I get to spend this morning with you.”

“Yeah. Likewise!” Rana tried her best to give the most natural smile she could, but if the flash of worry on her friend’s face gave any indication, she knew she was only raising concern. “Uhhhhh anyways…how are you adjusting to life back on the source?”

“‘Tis…strange. To say the least.” G’raha moved to one of the tables, as Rana trailed behind, carrying her plate of food. “Not unpleasant, mind you. But…I’ve been so used to the conveniences of the tower for so long, that it might take some time for me to…readjust. But…” He slipped a sausage link from Rana’s plate. “I’m certainly looking forward to all the joys that come with it.”

“You could've just asked.” Rana rolled her eyes as G’raha popped the sausage into his mouth. “But it's good to hear you have such a positive outlook on things.” She took a bite of one of her own sausages. “Oh yeah, have you got any plans yet?”

“For where I’ll go once things are settled with the tower?” Rana nodded. “Mmm…I’m not quite sure yet. I could return to Sharlayan, as I was planning to do after our original expedition into the tower, but…”

“You don't want to?”

“Not exactly…well, that's not far off…”

“So join the Scions!”

“I…” G’raha let out a sharp exhale. “...It's complicated.”

“How so?”

G’raha’s ears flattened against his head. “Well, I…I don't exactly feel up to par with the rest of you.”

What. “I’m sorry?”

“I mean, you all have done such amazing things for the sake of the star–Hells, Rana you had a book written about your adventures in Ishgard!--’Tis difficult to not feel inferior to the rest of you.”

He cannot be serious. Rana stood up from the table and looked her friend dead in the eyes. “G’raha Tia, in my opinion, you are the most impressive out of all of us.” G'raha's ears perked up and he looked at Rana with great intrigue. “You created a method of shard travel, you built an entire community during your time in the First, you did and were prepared to make any sacrifice in order to see the Source and the First saved, hells, you can fill more roles in battle than I can! And honestly, I think of you as equal to me in combat. So personally? I think you absolutely deserve to be a Scion.”

G’raha was silent for a moment, and then began to ponder Rana’s words. “I…see. I shall take your words into consideration, my friend. Thank you.” Rana swore she could see his cheeks redden slightly. She suddenly remembered her dream and abruptly rose from the table, swiftly moving to the door.”

“Well, with that being said, I’d better be off! You know, monsters to slay, people to save, stuff like that!”

“You’re leaving already?! Ah, but your breakfast…!” 

“You can have it! I gotta run!” Rana dashed out of the building and stood by the aetheryte a moment, catching her breath. Her breathing had slowed, but her heart still pounded. Could her mind be playing tricks on her? Had he really looked at her like that? Rana buried her head in her hands and silently screamed. 

Because, for a moment, she could’ve sworn she’d seen G’raha Tia wore the exact same expression he’d had in her dream.

[loppiopio]

tagged by @whamss i’m currently not doing anything so i will do this.

last song: i was thinking about heathers musical last night and put it on to loop while on a mad surugaya shopping spree. i was imagining it again earlier today and put on the end of our love is god just to listen to that part where kurt gets shot. i don’t even like the whole song that much but i kept looping some of the fun motifs from it in the other songs with my mind radio.

favourite colour: uhhhhh pfffff kinda suuuck at choosing one favourite colour but i vibe with this soft  green #cccc66 that’s the colour of this little water bottle i got, and also the awesome yellow #e4bd18 on the cute crossbody itabag i also got.

last movie/show: when i watch shows or movies it’s usually with note who’s been busy with granblue relink as of late so i’ve just been catching up on connor vods (last one i watched) (what i'm watching right now) an actual movie or show I last watched…… i swear it must’ve been episode 5 of scott pilgrim from november last year with note? this was before i strapped in committed to making that video, and then travelled afterwards.

sweet/spicy/savoury: idk i like treats of both the sweet and savoury variety (separately) i think this is a weird question for me to answer. actually buying nice treats is costly so most of the time i’m just eating savoury for sustenance? preparing something sweet myself is a hassle.

relationship status: single and fine with it.

last thing i googled: this sucks the last thing i looked up was “sustenance” to make sure I got the word right, my last few searches have also been “episode 6 scott pilgrim” “episode 4 scott pilgrim” “granblue relink” i’m literally going through my history right now and everything in the last 24 hours is just me checking what i might be saying or checking what i was buying from last night.

current obsession: i’m not deeply obsessed with it right now but my active interest is still durarara at the moment, still thinking of and not finishing a bunch of things i want to do for it and last night was a deep shopping spree for mostly durarara merch. i do get like, pretty invested in some of the games connor plays in the moment though, like super mario rpg went hard (such a charming game) and still thinking about detective grimoire which he played for like 10 minutes i wish he’d play for more. i do just watch that guy a lot. i’ve also got genshin back in the schedule again (sorry) and am pretty into the card game, which oddly enough is making me feel like reading some fic.

i am afraid to tag mutuals that apparently follow me because i barely post anything on here like you said but we should harass @euclidpaws more into posting too because i haven’t seen them say a word. @rosa-maltz @stray-tori i talk to you guys enough and we are registered mutuals you can do this if you want.

[blade-that-was-broken]

How do you know about Soldiers stuff that well? (Sorry, I’m not good with questions, how to figure out what to say-)

I do love solder on AU, I’m just am surprised.

Uhhhhh idk. I’m not sure if I’d say I know things well. I watched a lot of movies and shows that sometimes had a military element once upon a time, mostly when I was younger.

There has been a bit of research. For this and for my own characters. I’ve been creating original characters for a super long time and so yeah some of them are/were military. So I guess there is that.

I’m kind of embarassed to admit I just kind of winged a lot of it? Like some of it just seems kind of apparent to my brain? I’m not sure how to explain it.

My cousin went into the military a couple years ago but we aren’t close so idk what she even does. And some of this stuff is made up. There is a few things I don't think I've talked about that I'm like pretty certain isn't a thing but well, it's fanfic soooooo whateverrrrrr.

[bramblemantle]

question meme thing, tagged by @nosongunsung11 ( o/ !!)

tagging: uhhhhhh let’s say @lupathemoth and @a-little-monotonous ! as well as anyone else who’d like to use this format

share your wallpaper: it used to be ace attorney for a really long time, now it’s blaseball. i don’t tend to change visuals often

lock screen is this artwork of Parker by @ HORSEIZONTAL on twitter

home screen is this Jaylen artwork by @ 0re

my laptop lock screen is that title screen artwork of Revachol from Disco Elysium, home screen is this, don’t know what the original source is but it’s on a lot of wallpaper sites. miiiight be wallpaperstock dot net ?

last song you listened to?: i’m listening to music all of the time but as i’m writing this i’m listening to Hail To Whatever You Found In The Sunlight That Surrounds You by Rilo Kiley. in general i’ve been listening to a lot of the Garages and Paramore. so i’m also linking Ignorance bc i keep getting it stuck in my head

currently reading?: i’m rereading the Animorphs series for the first time in years! this is actually the first time i’ve read the series in its entirety, as my personal collection grows sparse after book 30 so there’s some i’ve never read. i’m currently on book 36 out of 54! (plus the extras in there whenever they fit chronologically)

last movie you watched?: uhh i don’t watch a lot of movies. technically Sing i think? i was playing totk and sitting with my 7 y/o brother. he wanted to watch Sing but he got distracted before the end of the movie and turned it off. if we’re talking about movies i watched for me then there’s a good chance it was the new Puss in Boots movie or Into the Spider-Verse but it’s been like a couple months

craving: toasted bagel. butter on it. the good stuff. the creamy kind of butter. tim hortons does it right. also i could go for some dark chocolate

what are you wearing right now?: uhhhh some kinda kapris (?) with grey flower and triangle patterns, and a muscle shirt (?) i was just gifted with pride flags on it. it’s hot as balls. if it weren’t hot as balls i’d have on one of my fave tees, and my Houston Spies bomber jacket or one of my beloved long coats

how tall are you?: 5’2” and a half, which i only found out last year when i finally asked at a visit with doctors

piercings?: nah i’m too much of a baby abt the pain and don’t want to deal with maintenance, but they look cool as hell on anyone

tattoos?: same as above but i’m more likely to be tempted into getting something small someday

glasses? contacts?: i’ve been wearing glasses since elementary school, they’re an all day necessity for me. i gotta get new ones, i’ve had these lenses for years and the frames for even longer whoops. the prescription definitely doesn’t line up anymore

last drink?: iced capp from tim hortons hehe. i don’t consume a lot of caffeine but that shit slaps and cold drinks are a must in this weather

last show?: i also don’t watch a lot of tv! uhhhhh i’m drawing a blank. there’s a chance it was Centaurworld but that was a WHILE ago (and i’ve been thinking of rewatching it soon)

favourite colour?: purples and teals. also browns when there’s a saturated accent colour with it

current obsession?: split between Blaseball (the brainrots been going strong since october) and several different groups of ocs. and also Animorphs i missed Animorphs so much i love Animorphs. fundamental to my childhood. i’m getting back to my roots

unrelated obsession?: not quite sure what this is asking! but Tears of the Kingdom is Up There as well, i’m trying not to rush through the game but i’m finding it very hard to put down ^-^’

or actually if that question is asking about obsessions not tied to any fandom. it’s prehistoric animals and/or bats :]

any pets?: there’s a lot of animals i know and interact with throughout the week. i live with a dog (old chihuahua named Prince) and 3 cats (Charming, Bella, and Mr. Kitty). of those, Mr. Kitty is My Cat part time. he loves my granny a lot too, he’s always either in my room or hers, snuggled up near one of us. he’s one of my best friends he’s so important to me :] my silly little guy

do you have a crush on anyone?: i still am not sure what that’s supposed to feel like and if i have ever felt it before but no i don’t right now. just love and admiration for my pals 🫶

favourite fictional characters: there’s so many my guy. i have a tag for blorbos that live in my brain. the ones on my mind a lot recently are a bunch of Blaseball players, the kids from Animorphs (in particular Rachel, Tobias, and Cassie. the latter two were always tied for favourite when i was a kid but i’ve also found a new appreciation for Rachel as well. man. these kids), the iterators from Rain World, the satellites from 17776/20020, Emmet & Ingo from Pokemon, the list can go on and on and on

last place you travelled?: uhhhh i don’t get out much! i haven’t left the valley i live in for years. i don’t know how far away ‘travel’ has to be to count as travel, the last trip i’ve been on might have been a family vacation into the states? in any case i didn’t go anywhere noteworthy in the past year or more

[spacemancharisma]

tagged by my delightful friend @leatherleaves…

are you named after anyone?

yes, actually! my given first name is a feminine version of my grandfathers middle name, and my middle name is his last name (my mothers maiden name)

when was the last time you cried?

uhhhhh I don’t know, I don’t cry super often. it’s been a couple months at least lol

do you have kids?

Certainly Not lmao but my husband and I plan on fostering when we’re older

do you use sarcasm a lot?

honestly not really, my humor goes in different directions than sarcasm these days. I mostly use it when I’m upset about something, saying shit like “oh loving this” when I am certainly not loving it

what’s the first thing you notice about people?

hair probs. I have very noticeable hair so I think I started noticing it about others too

what’s your eye color?

brown :)

scary movies or happy endings?

both! I love a horror movie with a satisfying ending. but if I have to choose- I definitely watch more horror than anything else

any special talents?

I have at least a little bit of experience with almost any art form, so I can bust out really specific knowledge at unusual times

where were you born?

Deep South and haven’t left since (GA, USA)

what are your hobbies?

aforementioned different art activities, writing fanfic and poetry, getting way too into my specific playlists, hanging out with my lizard

do you have any pets?

5 lizards and a rabbit! (2 bearded dragons, 2 leopard geckos, and 1 crested gecko, in case you were wondering)

what sports do you play/have played?

as a kid I did softball, swimming, and basketball, but the only one that stuck was volleyball. I played for 8 years then developed a degenerative disability and can’t play anymore even if I wanted to :(

how tall are you?

6’2”

favorite school subject?

if I can’t say art class, english was always my favorite. I love reading and writing and being way too up my ass about interpreting literature

dream job?

what I’m doing right now actually!!! I have a part time job, so I don’t overwork my mental or physical health, but I just got a job working as an art instructor for kids!! i’ve only been working there for about a week now but it’s so fun and I love getting to share with these kids the stuff I loved when I was their age

i won’t tag anyone in particular, but if youre always looking for a reason to talk about yourself like me, you can say I tagged you ;)

[which-hospital]

Burning Bridges (1/07/23)

I just want to say that I am so jealous and amazed by people who are excited to see drama in their continuing medical drama, even when it affects their favourite characters. I am too naturally anxious for that, I just want to see my favourites sit and be happy together, watching the drama unfold while it only affects my liked but not-favourite characters…

What an episode! Part of me does feel like, a while back, that episode would’ve been spread across two episodes or at least that the explosion would have happened earlier on but they still found time for it to have a lot of impact so I’m not too bothered. I have a lot of thoughts on it all - mostly on the Max and Jodie stuff and the Sah, Paige and Teddy stuff - but I feel like I’ll be going on about it all quite a lot so it’s all below the cut.

Jodie and Max have been incredibly interesting to me and I’ve really enjoyed how this storyline has gone so far. I hoped that they would do the the reveal in association with Max getting hurt to have a bit of a twist on how Jodie always seems to be in constant life threatening danger and also for Jodie to have a chance to realise how much Max cares about her and how much she cares about him too. And Dylan being the first person other than Rida to find out was good. Actually, I just wanna appreciate Dylan and Rida in this episode! Feels like a weird pair to appreciate together but I feel like they were both really looking out for Jodie in their own ways. Also Stevie, even though she’s annoyed at Jodie, she still defends her when she finds out about her resigning. I hope that Jodie and Max can start to have a better relationship now but I’d also be surprised if Casualty allows for that level of peace.

I feel bad for Cam but also when he started yelling at Jodie for getting with Ryan my immediate response was uhhhhh maybe not the best approach there, Cam. I’m glad to see him stand up to Ryan though. Ryan is interesting because we’ll get a scene of him looking all sad and vulnerable and stuff and then immediately be reminded of how much of a prick he is able to be. In that scene where Cam tells him they’ve never been friends, I don’t have it in me to feel bad for Ryan because Cam’s right and also he shows up all oh Jodie didn’t sleep with Max as if he isn’t the person who spread those rumours in the first place. I do think that we probably won’t get Cam/Jodie any time soon considering what he said to her but who knows.

I expected that Iain would break up with Faith in this episode but the writers are somehow going to keep her and the relationship going. I will admit that I found the idea of Sah, Paige and Faith going for drinks together pretty funny - I guess I just think of Paige and Faith as being connected to Sah through Teddy and Iain so it’s just like time for unenthusiastic shots with my friends’ girlfriends.

A relatively smaller aspect of the episode but it’s my big issue of the week: I could write like a thousand words about Sah, Paige and Teddy. First of all, it felt kind of like they resolved the stuff between Sah and Paige very quickly, especially considering it’s only been a day in canon but I guess it kinda makes sense that Paige would want to apologise like the day after and Sah isn’t really the type to stretch out conflict if it can be dealt with. The kiss between them was always going to feel a little out of nowhere and I think that was probably intentional but also I feel like I expected that it would be Sah to initiate the kiss? I had initially interpreted their interest and overinvolvment in Teddy and Paige’s relationship (we’ve almost definitely got more scenes of them asking Teddy about the relationship than the relationship actually being a relationship) through my Sah/Teddy Shipper lens but after the spoilers for yesterday’s episode came out I kind of reinterpreted it as Sah sort of vicariously living out a romance storyline through Teddy and then it was Paige that went for the first kiss instead. I don’t know, I’m just struggling to think of anything Paige has done before this point that like, is explained if Paige has some kind of feelings for Sah but maybe I’m forgetting stuff. I mean, seems like Paige has got a thing for paramedics - what she was saying before kissing them was essentially just woah you’re a paramedic, you do this all the time, now let’s kiss.

I feel so bad for Teddy! All the characters seemed worried about the explosion but he really seemed worried, like my heart was broken for him when he showed up crying and that way he hugs the both of them while they’re looking at each other realising what they’ve done to this person who cares about them both so much. I mean, people have certainly done worse things with their friends’ partners in this show but it just feels like such a specific kind of betrayal between Sah and Teddy. I have my personal, ridiculous dream resolution to this storyline but that seems unlikely. I see a lot of people suggesting polyamory and I’m starting to back that too, I’m not big into Paige like I am with Sah and Teddy (which is like a high bar to meet anyway) - but if she makes them happy then I’ll support them all together. I also have some potential terrible outcomes that I hope we don’t see but that also feel very Casualty-esque. For the next few episodes, I’ve seen a lot of people say that they think Sah will want to tell Teddy and that Paige will try to ignore that it happened and I do think that makes sense considering the circumstances and what I think of Sah’s characterisation. I also hope that’s how it goes, I just don’t want to see them hiding it from him because then it’ll be even worse when he finds out.

NO CASUALTY NEXT WEEK!! Tragic, sobbing, screaming. I can’t even do a spoilers review because there’s no spoilers, I don’t know what to do with myself :(

[hughiecampbelle]

you writing is so delicious so it thought I’d throw my hat in the ship ring. My name is Anna, my pronouns are she/her, I’ve been a card carrying bisexual for the longest time but I’ve also been giving serious thought to whether or not I’m also asexual so that’s a whole fucking mess. I really don’t have a gender preference when it comes to my dating life, as it’s pretty nonexistent. I’ve got pretty curly hair that’s hard to manage, and I’m slightly taller than average at 5’8”. I’m a film major (ashamed to say it but I’m more of a film bro than I want to be), my favorite genre is horror, and one of my favorite actors is Harvey Keitel. My love language is basically forcing people to watch movies with me. I love 70s music, especially George Harrison, and I play a couple instruments. When I travel I like to visit cities, and I always try to root out the best indie theatres. I like baking, and I’m pretty good a cooking, especially spaghetti bolognese. My sense of humor ranges from pretty dry to stupidly silly, idk my dad thinks I’m funny. I really don’t have a dream future, the most I want is the freedom to do what I love, whatever that looks like. I’m a yearner, big yearner and craver. What I really want is someone who understands my certain flavor of mess. Uhhhhh I have a scar on my knee from the last time I tried to walk in heels, and my hobbies are writing and crocheting. As you can tell from this whole autobiography I’ve sent you I’m quite wordy and I like to hear myself talk.

I’m also literally in love with you and your blog, peace and love

Hi my love! I ship you with: Greg Hirsch!!!

He loves your height. Greg is quite tall and finds that having a shorter partner just doesn't work out. He especially loves when you wear heels, making you even taller. It's the perfect height for forehead and top of the head kisses, his favorite. He also loves your cooking skills. Greg is still trying to figure out how to be an adult. He finally has an adult apartment and a corporate job, but he's pretty bad when it comes to cooking and food shopping in general. Watching you is like watching magic. The first and last time he tried to cook for you, the pasta was totally overcooked and congealed into one mass lump. You tried to make him feel better about it, but he could tell by the look on your face it was not as good as you said it was.

You love how flustered he is. Of course he can't help it, but you really do adore it. it gets worse when you're around. Not only is he tripping over his words, but his own feet, too. He becomes this gangly, clumsy mess of a person when he sees you, walking into glass doors and spilling his coffee all over himself. At first you think you're bad luck, even going so far as to avoid him, but he seeks you out. Whatever disaster that occurs in your presence is totally worth it if he gets to spend a few minutes with you around the office between meetings.

Your relationship is clumsy. You know what you want, what you yearn for, and Greg is more than happy to come along for the ride. There's always a hiccup, a bump in the road, there is something that always goes wrong, but the two of you can typically shrug it off and laugh. Nothing gets taken too seriously. He learns from you that not everything is the end of the world and that there's more to life than the stress of dealing with his family and all their drama.

Your first date is to a horror movie. Greg is pretty jumpy and can't stand when the music gets higher and faster, but nothing has jumped out yet. But, he knows that you love them, so it's worth it. Every time you look over at him he's hugging the popcorn and covering his eyes, jumping at the slightest sound. You hold his hand, both because you want to and because you think it'll help. The grin that spreads across his face is so sweet. For the rest of the movie he's a lot more relaxed, even making jokes to get you to laugh.

Relationship Headcanon: Greg finds you hilarious. You're the only one who can make him laugh til he cries. Hyperventilating, struggling to breath, thinking you're gonna die laughing. That makes you laugh harder at your own jokes and there the two of you are, struggling to catch your breath, unable to look at each other or else you'll laugh harder. He has a good laugh, the kind that makes a joke even funnier.

Thank you my love!!! Hope you like it! 💜💜💜

[babyghoul6669]

I got tagged by @the-hole-in-terzos-shoe this took so long for me to do I'm sorry!! I'm slowly getting through my tag games 😂

About Me :3c 🐺🜏🌙

NICKNAME: Savvy, or Fang since my main art tag is FangFero

SIGN: Cancer. ♋️ 🦀 I don’t really know how to find the like sun and moon and all that ones lol

HEIGHT: 168cm or a little over 5′5″ in freedom units

LAST GOOGLE SEARCH: “candid” sometimes I’m unsure if I really remember the meaning to a word, so I gotta look it up to make sure I’m actually right and not just being dumb.

SONG STUCK IN YOUR HEAD: Funny, normally my brain is a jumbling jukebox of songs and yet when you ask me what's stuck in my head it suddenly goes silent. 😂

FOLLOWERS: The app says 89 but who tf knows anymore...

LUCKY NUMBER: 8, 13, 69 I swear that’s not a sexual joke it has to do with my phone number!!

SLEEP: It doesn’t matter how early I go to bed I just never get a lot of sleep. I do this weird thing where I can’t just roll over in my sleep. I have to wake up completely, roll over, then try to get back to sleep. It’s annoying.

DREAM JOB: I try not to think about this too much anymore... but I used to dream about making a job from my art. Or getting into the medical field, maybe as lab tech. Now I think it would be cool if I got into sound engineering and became a sound tech for venues and got to meet all kinds of cool artists and bands but..... idk it’s a little late for that I guess.

WEARING: A cold shoulder black dress with a meshy neck line, all because I was too lazy to put on pants

FAVORITE SONGS: Nope. No this question is actually impossible to answer. My brain is a jukebox and there is no one answer to this and even if there was it is constantly changing.

FAVORITE INSTRUMENT: I’ve always been fascinated by string instruments like violins and cellos, I could never play them myself but I love them.

AESTHETIC: Casual goth/punk but I have a weakness for yami kawaii and Menhera

FAVORITE AUTHOR: uhhhhh I guess I’ll just say Margaret Atwood because Handmaid’s Tale was the only book I was forced to read in highschool that I actually couldn’t put down.

FAVORITE COLOR: #d70be4 <-- This specific shade of magenta!!

FAVORITE ANIMAL SOUNDS: The quiet little boofs dogs make in their sleep when they’re dreaming

LAST SONG: Stand by Him - Ghost

LAST SERIES: Well... my bf has been watching Chuck when I’m in the same room as him so I guess that? If you ask me the last series I was actually paying attention too, it’s Trigun Stampede

RANDOM: ily 💜

I tag @angellayercake @rabidghoul @atennix and @sxnnelysister If you've done it already or don't want to do it, ignore me. And if I didn't tag you and you want to do it then I tag you too! 😝

[they-lived]

Fics I completed this year:

Truth

Nourishment

Four Hidden Talents of Yuri P (and His Hidden Achilles Heel)

All Tied Up in a Toe Loop

What I Wouldn’t Do

Сонечко – Sunshine

In the Fold

Home and Other Names for Love

Pretty Close to Perfect

Deep Seeded

Days to Remember

Twenty Minute Tumble

Idioms and Idiots

Made with Love

Number of words written: 283,933… wowie zowie that’s a lot of words

Your Most Popular Fic: Сонечко – Sunshine, I think it’s because it’s my only Viktuuri centric fic but I will take it because I love it so deeply.

Your Personal Fav: ooooo this one’s hard, I think I’m going to say Nourishment because it’s just a warm hug of a fic and it’s been my comfort story this year!

Your Fav scene: Y’all don’t understand in Days to Remember Emil dug a hole at the beach and I cackled anytime I got to mention it.

A Fic or Scene that challenged you: Сонечко, while I feel the story is important and needs to be told it felt like I was bleeding on the page to write it. I cried writing a lot of that fic, but one scene that really hurt was explaining Yuri’s injury. That story is very much based on the life of one of my students and it hurt to put that out there. I’m glad I did it and I’m glad that story has touched so many people!

A line of writing you’re proud of: ‘It's easier, Yuri thinks, to cook than it is to speak. Food says what he's never been taught to say aloud. Cooking is the gift of a service, the food itself is the gift of nourishment both for the body and the soul.’ ~ Nourishment is just a lovely soft world you guys.

A comment that touched you: ‘You always make such soft worlds to live in so watching you write this felt all the more painful. This story is important, I will never forget it.�� BRB I’m crying again.

Also to the person who told me they never thought they’d see a Yuri on Ice/Bride of Istanbul mashup I love you a lot.

Something that inspired your writing: don’t say war don’t say war don’t say war… uhhhhh language barriers! XD

Your proudest accomplishment: I WROTE IN FEBRUARY!!!! Y’all I have been writing fan fic for 11 years now and when I say I have never managed to write in February I mean that literally. This year, however, I not only managed to write I wrote a lot! And I loved what I made! A true to form miracle.

Any writing goals for next year? Keep up the good work! I’m honestly very proud of my work this year, I loved what I’ve produced and I have really loved all the connections I’ve made within the fan fiction community! You’re all the greatest and I love you, cheers to the new year! 💙💛💙💛

[bigender-cowboy]

oh boy I think I saw this once but didn’t know what the fuck snogging was so let’s go!!!!!

1: Uhm. With my father. DEFINITELY NOT THE OTHER THOUGH!!!!!

2: My friend

3: not really actually. I’ve fully accepted everything I’ve ever done that I could actually regret.

4: nah. like the last thing I’ve embraced it all.

5: I have a partner and he’s VERY silly

6: for a good cause. preferably quick, but it doesn’t have to be.

7: uhhhh pasta with ketchup and sugar on it

8: hockey and ig if you count it archery. some people don’t though so. nothing professional.

9: Yes but not out of anxiety. ITS BECAUSE I ALWAYS BREAK THEM AND THEY GET UNEVEN

10: uhhhh idk some time this summer. last few months.

11: guys I might like my partner im not sure though

12: yeah and I’ve stayed up later than that. its not the hardest.

13: oh. yes. many people. its actually hard to get on that list but im autistic and people no no my things when i say them

14: yeah

15: three fish two cats

16: incredibly bored although I am getting amused by silly things

17: no why the fuck would I go in the bathroom to make out that is a stupid fucking spot

18: AAAAAAAAAA

19: NO!!!!!!!!!

20: bed (also it wasn’t sexual we were confused what the hype was about. we’re still confused what the hype is about)

21: me and my partner are in Maine rn with his family so probably rest because I get back to his place Saturday and im probably going home Sunday

22: no. IM ALREADY FATHER/SIBLING FIGURE TO LIKE 5 DIFFERENT PEOPLE IM DONE WITH THAT

23: no I used to have 3 on both ears and they all got ripped out/horribly damaged in different ways that all led to hospital trips

24: History. My teacher said I knew more than he did once. So.

25: not really. If it’s IN the past my mom but not her present form.

26: hot chocolate and powdered donuts

27: bi girls love me or something (yes)

28: nope

29: uhm. no? yeah? idk.

30: my partners rats keep attacking each other.

31: yaya

32: Maroon or burgundy. Wine color.

33: ehh. yeah. kind of.

34: uhhhhh I think I watched my partner fall off a building before turning into a bird. idk.

35: my partner but not in a actually serious way. the last person I did that in-front of was my father (in relief/joy)

36: no. im very stubborn. grudge holder.

37: neither??? ig forgive???

38: I thought not and then I thought about it and honestly maybe. not counting being a little kid, JUST maybe.

39: fuck. when I got with my partner so like…1 1/2 years ago? age isn’t being dropped though.

40: once but I really needed to check something and I had NO time for clothes

51: lemons or fettuccine with shrimp and breadsticks or garlic bread

52: not really because idgaf about it its just whatever happens happens it doesn’t matter who you are because it’ll just happen

53: threw the leech bottle and had to find out where the leech went because the bottle opened

54: no.

55: I mean im pretty nice but im also pretty snappy and defensive so at times im definitely mean but not always

56: uhm. i don’t know. dude i used to live in a trailer park where knives were pulled on you so a lot of fucking people???? i don’t know???

57: no

58: light drizzle or heavy snow

59: yes, I don’t think you’ve completed life until you’ve tied a sled to the back of a truck and gotten dragged across snow covered roads.

60: no, I hate marriage. Although I did promise my friend I would marry him for taxes if needed.

61: SHDBDBBSBS NO I HATE THE WORD BABY SO MUCH SHDND

62: a lot of things? my partner? friends? fandoms? idk

63: uhh. I already did just not to anyone but my friends and social media. legally? sure

64: nope. it was my partner.

65: tell them that I don’t like them because I have a partner and keep hanging out with them after

66: uhhh I don’t know how close I am with any cis guys. only trans guys. actually ONE guy. yes.

67: my partner’s mom’s boyfriend I think

68: my friend

69: not really

70: yeah

Open tags

70 horrible questions ... Fuck it

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? 02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? 03: Do you regret anything? 04: Are you insecure? 05: What is your relationship status? 06: How do you want to die? 07: What did you last eat? 08: Played any sports? 09: Do you bite your nails? 10: When was your last physical fight? 11: Do you like someone? 12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? 13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? 14: Do you miss someone? 15: Have any pets? 16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? 17: Ever made out in the bathroom? 18: Are you scared of spiders? 19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? 20: Where was the last place you snogged someone? 21: What are your plans for this weekend? 22: Do you want to have kids? How many? 23: Do you have piercings? How many? 24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? 25: Do you miss anyone from your past? 26: What are you craving right now? 27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? 28: Have you ever been cheated on? 29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? 30: What’s irritating you right now? 31: Does somebody love you? 32: What is your favourite color? 33: Do you have trust issues? 34: Who/what was your last dream about? 35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? 36: Do you give out second chances too easily? 37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? 38: Is this year the best year of your life? 39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? 40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? 51: Favourite food? 52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? 53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? 54: Is cheating ever okay? 55: Are you mean? 56: How many people have you fist fought? 57: Do you believe in true love? 58: Favourite weather? 59: Do you like the snow? 60: Do you wanna get married? 61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? 62: What makes you happy? 63: Would you change your name? 64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? 65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? 66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? 67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? 68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? 69: Do you believe in soulmates? 70: Is there anyone you would die for?

[foxgloveinspace]

@thoseeyeslikefire thank you for tagging me!!!

15 questions game:

1). Are you named after anyone?

Uhhhhh, weird answer. I chose my name, and technically Foxglove is from an oc that never went anywhere, and Dakota is what my parents woulda named me if I was born male. So. I am named after myself and an oc technically. 

2). When was the last time you cried?

Wednesday. It was a helluva day. Before that? I have no clue tbh.

3). Do you have kids?

No, and I don’t want them personally. I know what other parents with adhd go through, and I know I can not handle that at all. I used to babysit 24/7 (and I mean that literally) and when the job was over, I took a look at myself and I didn’t know who i was anymore. It was not a great time. I applaud parents, and I think they are amazing, but personally I can’t.

4). Do you use sarcasm?

Ye. Usually irl, and not online all that much, cause as someone who is nerodivergent, it’s hard to understand it when its typed sometimes.

5). What is the first thing you notice about people?

Uhhhhhhh. Hair or style usually? I don’t really. Notice things very much. Not in a ‘I don’t care’ way, but more like…. I don’t uhh…… notice…. (adhd brain lmao). Like i notice what people look like, it just doesn’t stick in my brain oof.

6).What is your eye color?

Blue, but like… blue jean blue, lol.

7).Scary Movie or Happy Ending?

Both! I like thrillers with happy endings, lol. I don’t watch a lot of them tho. I prefer happy endings usually tho.

8). Any special talents?

Uhh. nothing that comes to mind? my mom would say baking, lol.

9). Where were you born?

Overland Park, Kansas.

10). What are your hobbies?

Video games, baking, listening to music, reading (mostly fanfic), writing (mostly fanfic), knitting & crochet, I want to draw but I don’t often, sudoku, journaling, watching anime, reading manga (yeah its a different hobby then just reading!).

11).Do you have any pets?

I have outdoor cats, and while I would love to bring them inside, I can not. I have four adults right now, and there's a lot of wild cats. My four adults are Moose, Marmalade, Jam and Notch.

12). What sport do you play/have played?

I haven’t ever really played a sport. I used to play around with a basketball, and try to make shots and stuff cause my cousins had a hoop. I’ve never been really good, and I never wanted to play on a team as a kid.

13). How tall are you?

5’2 ish on a good day (about 157 cm)

14).favorite subject in school?

Math, lmao. I used to be really good at math.

15). Dream Job?

Stay at home husband, lmao, I have chronic pain and so working is hard. Uhhhh, working in a bookstore tbh. But a chill one where I can sit and knit too.

I'm not gonna tag anyone, but the usual drill, if you wanna play this and you see my post feel free to say I tagged you! (cause this is me. Saying I am tagging you! lol.)