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I read a while ago that you were reading 'our wives under the sea'. I've also recently finished the book and was wondering what you thought of the ending?
*Feel free to ignore this ask if you haven't finished it yet! I'm just curious ☺️*
ahh thank you for asking! i was a little disappointed with the ending, but i don't think it was bad, i just think it was different from my expectations of it
i loved the concept of the book, but i come from a background of reading more traditional science fiction and i think that was what i was expecting/hoping for from that premise. idk about you but i REALLY wanted to know what the hell was going on!! shady organisations sending marine biologists to some mysterious part of the ocean, and when they come back they're like. possessed or something and then they turn into water? or into fish or something? absolutely intriguing!!! and of course my gut reaction to that mystery was to want to see it solved, so i was a little disappointed when the ending left so many questions unanswered
BUT i do realise that that is simply not the story that armfield was intending to tell. the sci-fi/fantasy elements are just a vehicle to tell a deeper emotional story about love and grief, and to that effect it doesn't actually matter that they're not 'solved', since the central conflict of the novel is miri's inability to let go of the past/of leah, rather than the mystery of what the hell was going on in the first place
i read a book last year called the first time lauren pailing died, and it was about this girl stuck in this weird time loop where every time she died she was reborn into another version of herself, which sounded FASCINATING, but it took a similar route to our wives under the sea in that the time loop was a fairly unimportant device to tell more important stories on interpersonal/emotional themes, and the time loop/multiverse situation was never really explained or solved in any way
and i do 100% think that's a valid narrative choice!!!!! but also as a reader who loves sci-fi i think it's possible to still include those themes AND solve the mystery, and so both books left me feeling slightly unsatisfied despite being really good overall
#sorry that this is kinda long and weird lmao idek if this is what you were asking about#i think the blurbs of these kinds of books could do a better job of representing them#because i am absolutely ok with ambiguous endings!!! i just don't want to be left with one when i'm expecting ANSWERS#also to clarify i AM aware that pretty much all sci-fi/fantasy themes are just plot mechanisms to explore larger themes#BUT generally these stories also involve some kind of resolution to the sci-fi/fantasy elements as WELL#and so i think it's an especially interesting decision for these writers to decide those things Don't Matter at all#and maybe they don't really! who am i to say... maybe i've been conditioned and i need to think outside the box#i am slightly wine drunk i'm sorry anon i'll stop rambling now#but thank u for asking ily <3#🧃
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You know.... when rockstar haechan 3 drops, ill be taking the day off from work and rereading all of it at once just to feel everything again the lust, the hurt and all the roller coaster emotions that comes with it. Ive been reading through the tags rn and gosh i cant wait, im so so excited to be hurt! I dont know how you just posted that stuff for all of us to read for FREE, its amazingg for realll!!! I love reading angst so much and this is the most hurt ive been by a fic. Like EVER.
Take ur time finishing part three, we know that the wait will be all worth it. And if u do make a taglist please add me so ill be notified when it drops 💕
And if u mayyyy, maybe u can share another snippet? Hehe love lots
omg 😭 it means so so so much to me that you feel these emotions so deeply from my writingsfnbjsnfgb i'm really happy you like it and i hope the 3rd part hits the way you want it to!!!
thank you so so much for supporting my works it really means so much to me that you trust me as a writer <3 ive been swamped with work again but still making time to write slowly - i think i basically have the plot i just need to write the actual scenes :) i'll clean up my taglist soon and i'll definitely tag u on it!
new snippet!!! honestly im so bad at picking these snippets because i just wna share major plot points w u guys but at this point i don't think it matters....more gut-wrenching nervous out-of-his-depth haechie
#emvrd#thank u so much for sending this in <3 it is so comforting and encouraging ily#asks#fic: rockstar haechan
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ily <3
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#thank you 🥺<3#ily too tumblr mutual#i hope the rest of ur week is wonderful and filled with whatever weather u enjoy the most <333#ask
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your birthday is only 4 days apart from mine that's awesome :O happy birthday
!!! Ayo that’s so silly happy bday to you too !!!!
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“I love you” “it’ll pass” okay but which one is Eddie and which one is reader bc I don’t think I’d be able to handle either outcome
okay. just. hear me out. listen. listen to this idea i don't know if i could ever put myself through the heartbreak of writing. (tw: i'm bringing up the cursed thing that is eddie's canon ending in stranger things as of right now. yes. his... very, very, very long nap.)
"i love you" = reader
"it'll pass" = eddie
...and how ironic it is, for him to have insisted so many times that it'll pass, especially after the canon events of season 4. in which you are left alone, with nothing more than a memory of him, and all you can think is how it'll never pass. the love, the grief, the pain - he lied. it won't pass. even when you finally crave it to.
#im thinking big sad thoughts right now#i was going to save this ask in case i get around to writing it one day but even conceptualizing that tore my heart out#i can't handle writing the canon events very well i just start ugly crying in the corner#thank u ily <3#mention of eddie's death? idk how to tag/tw that properly#anyways#he'd say it more jokingly and less forsaken#a self-deprecating joke that becomes a long term bit between the two of you#but it isn't very funny when he's gone and those words are all that can echo through your heart#even louder than any of the times he might have said those three little words back
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Billy used one of his hands to rub fast circles over your clit with his thumb, and you picked up your pace, slamming down on his throbbing, hard cock over and over until you were both covered in a mixture of sweat, saliva, bite marks, and bruises.
"Fuck, I think I'm gonna -- oh, fuck. Mmmnn -- fuck, I'm gonna cum."
"Just don't stop fucking me, baby, please," he begged as you lost control. Billy gripped your hips hard, definitely leaving nail marks, and started fucking up into you at a merciless pace. The sounds of skin on skin, your helpless cries of pleasure mixed with the agony of overstimulation,
STOOOOOOOOOOOPP YESSSS THIS WAS SO GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD 😰😰😫😫😫😫😫. THE PASSION OMG
AAAAHHHHHHHHH thank you sm for this 😭💕 sometimes I forget I even wrote that oneshot, but it's SO MUCH FUN! I appreciate you taking the time to leave such nice words in my inbox. 🥰 thank you for reading my fics, and I'm so glad you enjoyed this one!!!
If anyone needs reference, this excerpt is from He's the Bad Guy ❤️🔥 - a Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader smutty oneshot 😈
#thank u sm for the ask!!#ily this was so sweet#billysbot#moots<3#sweet asks#fic asks#seriously this warmed my heart#billy hargrove#billy hargrove fanfic#billy hargrove smut#billy hargrove x fem reader
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emma i would love to see u tackle royai and cooking for each other (or sharing in food). there's such a warmth and intimacy in making something for someone. it's whole purpose is to sustain life!!!
U R SO RIGHT. SO CORRECT.
so........ how about......... three wee royai moments where they're cooking together............. :)
here with me
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summary: there was a reason // i collided into you // Roy and Riza cooking (providing for one another) throughout the years
rated: g | words: 2718 | tags: royai, cooking, young royai, post-canon, happy, childhood friends, sickfic, post promised day
Riza shuffled into the kitchen, following the smell of cooking, to find Roy standing over the hob, stirring something within a pot. And whatever it was, it smelled delicious. It was so flavoursome, it made her eyes water and caused her to break out into a coughing fit, announcing her presence.
And although it caused Roy to startle at the sudden, loud sound, he still grinned over at her.
He almost toppled off the chair onto the floor, in an endearing, hopeless, sort of way, but that was neither here nor there.
The reason he was currently kneeling on a chair though, was because he wasn’t quite tall enough to reach the hob to cook. Although in his teenage years, Roy’s growth spurt still hadn’t hit him yet (much to his dismay), so he’d taken a leaf out of Riza’s book and dragged a chair over from the table so he could see what he was doing. Bless his wee cotton socks too, because before Riza had interrupted and startled him, he’d looked so precious up there, his tongue peeking out from between his lips as his brow furrowed in concentration, eyes darting back and forth between the pot and the piece of handwritten paper beside it, which presumably detailed the recipe of whatever he was cooking.
Riza tightened the blanket around her shoulders and wrinkled her nose in response to the sneeze which was threatening her. “What are you doing?”
Roy beamed at her. “Cooking.” He answered as if it were the most normal thing in the world.
Her brow furrowed. “What?”
He shrugged. “You’re ill. It was the least I could do. Plus, I wanted to.”
“You wanted to.” She blinked at him, unable to comprehend what was happening.
Roy nodded in cheerful agreement, nonplussed about her surprise.
“Is there anything you need me to do?”
“Nope.” Roy even popped the ‘p’.
“Well. Let me help at least –” Riza reached forward to busy herself with assisting him, but Roy was having none of it.
“Ah. Ah!” He swatted at her playfully, brandishing his wooden spoon to keep her back and out of reach. “No. Go and sit down.”
Riza frowned. “Roy, no –”
“Riza, yes. Go and sit down. I’ll cook.”
Sensing she would get nowhere with him and too exhausted and shivery to argue she ambled over to sit at the kitchen table, like he directed.
Riza felt bad though, that he was doing all of this for her while she was ill. He was here to learn alchemy. He was a guest in her home. His family were paying her father to tutor him. And now he’d been left to cook for himself – and her – too? It was too much. Her ailing body failing her was no excuse, and yet, he would have none of her continued attempts to try and help him. Her offers were met with playfulness and patience, but a firm reply which said no. He could manage on his own.
Riza still didn’t feel safe enough to venture far from him and his cooking shenanigans though. He’d once shared how he’d almost burned his aunt’s house down when he cooked and Riza was still unsure if it was a joke or not.
So she watched him like a hawk while he chattered away. Probably to fill the silence, which made her feel even worse, because her ill brain could barely keep up with his train of thought and she felt as though she should offer him something, not just silence. But it was too much for her exhausted body and mind to comprehend.
It was… nice, though. To listen to him. To hear his voice. To hear his stories which he obviously enjoyed telling and sharing.
Secretly, Riza loved it.
It was nice to be doted on for once.
To be cared for.
They both sat down at the table together without incident a short time later. Her bowl of soup was presented to her with a flourish, complete with pristine presentation. One would have thought the young man was a professional cook.
Taking a cautious sip of her soup, Riza politely and gently ignored how Roy was waiting and watching for her reaction as she sampled his dish.
It was… good. Great, actually. Extremely tasty. She tried not to be too surprised at how good it was given how much he’d put himself down about his cooking abilities in the past, but this was delightful. Perfect for her sore throat, and delicious. Not too much for her tender stomach to put away either. It was just enough.
He’d created the perfect dish for her.
Riza swallowed it down and relished in how it soothed her aching throat. And immediately went back for another taste.
“Is it okay?”
Riza glanced up, noticing how nervous he looked, even as she almost started to devour and hoover up his homemade soup.
Still, her face flushed pink. “Yes,” she replied, not quite able to fully find her voice with his attention so directly upon her. It was because of her cold, for sure.
No other reason.
“It’s good. Very tasty.”
Her appraisal lit up his entire face. Roy sat up a little taller in his chair. His shoulders rolled back and his head perked up, but it was nothing compared to the pure joy which brightened his entire being, illuminating him from within.
“Good. I’m glad.” He looked extremely pleased with himself as he tucked into his own dinner.
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“Riza?” Roy’s disembodied voice called out to her from the doorway to her home.
“In the kitchen.”
Roy entered the room a few seconds later, surprisingly. Riza hadn’t expected him to come straight through to see her. Snow still caked the edges of his boots and the shoulders of his thick winter coat, but he didn’t appear to be too bothered about it. Neither was she, honestly. A little water from melted snow would dry up quick enough, so it wasn’t a problem.
And when he did make his immediate appearance within the room, Roy was ruffling his hair to dislodge the snowflakes which had caught in his dark strands. And like always, Riza’s attention was drawn to him immediately.
As soon as he entered the room.
(It was really becoming a problem.)
Riza had turned to greet him, but the sight of him made her pause.
His hair was tousled, slightly wet from being out in the snow and curling at the ends due to the damp. Since he’d joined the military, he’d started to fill out within his own body with all the physical training they had him doing. His arms, which had been long and gangly as a teen, were now corded with muscle, same with his legs. And now, when he moved to dislodge those pesky snowflakes, his newly discovered biceps flexed. Quite nicely, too.
Not that Riza had been staring, of course.
Definitely not.
Nope.
Riza’s face flamed and she hastily turned back to the stove. “Did you get everything you needed?” She was grateful her voice remained steady as she spoke because on the inside it felt as if her entire being was quivering like a leaf, as it often did around her childhood friend nowadays.
A pesky new discovery, but one she would manage. Through sheer willpower alone.
Riza vowed she would not make Roy uncomfortable with the things which churned within her gut and her chest over him.
“Yep. I got a discount on the vegetables as well. I think the lady in the shop likes me,” Roy chuckled.
Riza felt her stomach twist and the bubbling, happy feeling which had been fizzing within her died.
Crumbled into ash.
“Oh?”
Riza buried it. Buried it deep and locked it down tight. Jealousy had no place here and she was too old, too mature, now, to even consider such a thing.
“Yeah. She was very sweet and kind.”
Roy was a friend. An old friend, who she loved dearly.
Nothing more.
Never mind the fact he’d called Riza and been on the first train back when he learned how her father’s health had taken a downturn. Riza had presumed it was to ask her father about flame alchemy while he still had the chance, but in response to voicing her assumptions to him, Roy’s gaze has hardened. His jaw had locked and he hadn’t looked happy about something. He’d even gone as far to leave the room and once he’d returned, a few hours later, he’d looked dejected, but resigned.
Riza still hadn’t figured out why he’d acted and looked that way. And their friendship felt slightly different because of it.
But perhaps it was simply Riza’s imagination.
“What’s wrong?”
Riza startled and suddenly, he was there. At her elbow. Roy even lifted a hand to grasp her elbow gently, initiating contact with his thumb and forefinger which made her stomach flutter with troublesome butterflies, as it always did.
“What do you mean?”
His eyes searched her face, his brow furrowed and face concerned. Riza just averted her gaze, turning back to dinner before Roy could see too much. Before he could figure anything out she’d rather keep hidden for the sake of their friendship.
Her one-sided affections were hers, and hers to deal with alone. She would not burden him with them.
“Huh.”
Riza didn’t dare look at him, but his sudden response confused her. “What?”
“Nothing.” Roy sounded so nonchalant, such a twist from how he’d looked just a moment ago, which brought Riza’s attention back to him. But Roy had already turned away and was walking over to the kitchen table to unpack his shopping bags.
Riza dropped it. She didn’t want to dwell for too long on what he’d meant by that innocent “nothing”. That sudden realisation which laced his tone.
Her poor heart had endured and suffered enough recently, and she didn’t want to add anymore pressure to it. She owed herself that much currently, at the very least.
Roy appeared by her elbow again, making Riza’s heart jump and stutter. “Is there anything you need me to do?”
“Um…” Her brain was scrambled. Disjointed after trying to make sense of what had just happened between them.
But Roy waited patiently for her brain to stop short circuiting and catch back up with the present.
“Actually… Yes. Would you mind mashing the potatoes?”
Roy beamed at her. “I would love nothing more, Riza,” he replied rather dramatically, equipped with a wink.
Her stomach tumbled again, but Riza forced her brain to reign it in. She reminded herself he was just being Roy. Playful and fun.
The complete opposite of her.
But… Riza was slowly learning. Thanks to him. Thanks to his influence.
She was grateful for that, at least.
Roy rolled up his sleeves, exposing his now toned forearms, and Riza quickly darted her gaze away, unable to linger on the sight for too long. She studied the stew within the pot before her as if her life depended upon it instead, ignoring the young man working methodically (muscles flexing and all) and humming quietly – while so at ease – by her side.
Side by side, they cooked. For each other. For themselves.
A small smile teased Riza’s lips at the domesticity of it all. It tugged at her heart strings. It brought her a sliver of dangerous hope. A childish vision of the future. It made her insides bunch up at the thought of him doing it with someone else… That lady in the shop perhaps, whoever she was…
Despite it all, Riza had never been happier in that moment.
Right now, he was here with her.
No one else.
That may be the case in the future – and that was okay. Riza could make peace with that, for his sake and his happiness. Her little, budding – but difficult – feelings for her friend would never be voiced or known.
And that was okay.
They’d disappear eventually, Riza was sure. If he found someone, it would be all right. Because in the end, Riza would still have him as a friend. She’d still have him in her life.
And that was enough.
She wasn’t brave enough to lose him.
(Just yet).
It would be too much for him to give up everything for her. Far too much. He had his goals and his dreams, and she was a quiet, lonesome man’s daughter. She had nothing at all to offer, but she could still be his friend. Throughout it all, without fail, she’d offer all the support she had for him to see everything he desired come to fruition.
Yeah…
That would be enough…
Riza supposed.
“Riza?”
“Hm?”
“For the record, the lady in the shop was in her seventies. Nothing to get jealous over.”
Riza whipped around and smacked him on the arm with carrot while he guffawed away to himself.
* * * * * * *
Riza knocked on the Colonel’s door. Hayate whined quietly by her side and sat in place patiently as he waited for his second favourite human to make an appearance.
It was adorable how he’d taken to him.
(Riza understood the feeling.)
“Lieutenant!” Roy’s smile was like a beacon in the dark. It transformed his entire face, and he perked up instantly as soon as he set eyes on her.
Again, Riza understood the feeling.
Intimately.
“Good evening, Colonel.”
He opened the door further and stepped aside, inviting them inside his home. “Come on in.”
Hayate was eager and was already tugging on the lead as he hurried towards the Colonel to jump around his shins.
He was a good dog. He never really bothered or pestered anyone – except her and Roy. As soon as he was around either of them, he begged for attention, eager for pets, and always wanted to be the centre of attention. Every time. He loved them both unconditionally and equally, it seemed.
Riza adored him for it.
Roy chuckled and crouched to pay attention to his adopted little dog while Riza walked inside and shed her coat. Ever the gentlemen, Roy raised from his crouch – much to Hayate’s vocal dismay – and offered to take her coat and hang it up.
“How are you today?”
Always asking after her. Always enquiring how she was doing.
“I’m fine, sir. And thank you for the invite. It was much appreciated, as always.” Riza turned to Hayate who was staring adoringly up at Roy. “Hayate missed you, so I’m sure he was grateful for the opportunity to visit.”
“Just Hayate?”
Riza narrowed her eyes at him, watching as his danced as a smile teased his lips.
“Yes,” she deadpanned.
Roy’s mouth parted in mock shock as he placed a hand upon his chest, over his heart, before breaking out into laughter.
He even stuck his tongue out at her.
Just like he did as a boy.
“Come in.” Roy gestured further into his home. “I know I promised a lovely, relaxing evening,” he winked, “but it seems I’m still having some trouble.”
Riza’s concern for him instantly flared as he lifted his hands, wiggling his fingers and inadvertently brandishing his scarred palms from the Promise Day.
“I could use a hand in the kitchen, if you wouldn’t mind, Lieutenant,” he smiled sheepishly. “I tried already… with disastrous results.”
Riza opened her mouth to reply, only to be halted by a different smile, one which spread across Roy’s face and softened his features entirely. “I thought we could cook together. Just like old times.”
His sweet, boyish smile transported her back through the years, to all the times they’d done this before.
A million times before.
Some of the happiest moments of Riza’s life.
And Riza’s heart tugged at the nostalgia of it all. At how he’d remembered she’d once quietly admitted it was one of her favourite memories of her childhood with him – when they’d worked and cooked together. Provided for themselves and one another. At its basest, given each other the gift of care and sustenance.
And he’d remembered.
Riza rolled up the sleeves of her cardigan. The Colonel’s eyes sparkled with delight at her acceptance.
“Is there anything you need me to do?”
Their age-old question to one another.
Something that was just theirs.
“Why yes, Riza, I do believe there is.”
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#royai#royai fic#royai fanfic#young royai#three wee moments as a thanks for the prompt <33333#tysm MWAH it was the BEST prompt ILY#u brought me back to royai after my spur of the moment desire to write for them hehehe ur power <3#emma writes#ask#tsaritsa
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hi ily btw <3 you remind me of orchids. checking in on you!!!
i remind you of THESE… my heart is about to burst
#you are so right orchids are so me#ily too!! forever and always#i am doing so well !! busy asf but in a good way :)#i hope ur semester’s been going good & that ur taking care of urself !! sending u all my love and also my firstborn child#also thank u for always popping in w asks that r so nice and kind. i appreciate it more than you’ll ever know#🧸 <- literally you#now i’m going to buy white orchids and remember u whenever i look at them#mutuals ♡#ask#<3
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i miss your asurei 💓💓💓💓
I'm sorry, the truth is I've been growing distant from asurei for the past year or so. i still love them ofc but in terms of making nge fanart im a little burnt out !! its not that I'll never draw them again (i still have wips, as well as this animation i wanna finish !!) but for now I'm taking a break. I know most all of my followers here and on twitter followed me because of asurei but I hope some of my other art may pique interests too!
#thank you for the ask <3#ask#my main goal is really just to gain back my passion for art#i look back on my early asurei fanart and i remember just how much love i put into everything#and my latest art of them just doesnt have that same energy#i wanna do asurei justice bc i LOVE them and even if yall might not be able to tell when looking at my art-#i definitely can & it doesnt feel that good#sorry this is such a downer answer :(( i know ur ask didnt have any ill intent and i really appreciate u wanting to see more from me!!!!!#i really do!!!!!!!!! its a huge compliment to have some1 want art from u#its just something thats been on my mind for a really long time so i used this to talk abt it ><;;#so pls dont feel bad 🙏 ily#rant#-ish
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YOU ARE GODS STRONGEST SOLDIER!!!!! KEEP ON KEEPING ON!!!!! you have to continue posting about guy from show. who will post about guy from show if not you.
who else will joycepost if not me....
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Sceo Film Noir AU?
me? forgetting to reply? more likely than you think!
Scott McCall had been in the detective game for a decent amount of time. Enough time that he'd thought he'd seen enough to understand just how dangerous killers could be. That was before he met Theo Raeken, and ended up in a game of cat and mouse, where he began to question not only what a killer was, but just how bad they could be.
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Top 5 horror films?? ❣️
this is so hard </3 i will do my best !!!
1. sleepaway camp (1983). this is one of those comfort movies for me n i watch it repeatedly um i think if i could go back to a single moment in time, [spoiler for a movie that came out 40 years ago] it would be my first time ever watching that movie and hearing that little boy go “my god! she’s a boy!” as angela turns around covered in blood n screeching n it freeze frames. chefs kiss. + i have a signed poster from the main actress :3
2. hellraiser (1987). another comfort movie!! i love the entire series n how progressively goofy they get + all of pinheads one liners go hard for no reason at all. but i return to the first one the most. my weed stash box is a lament configuration ^w^
3. videodrome (1983). watched this one a date w someone once n they got violently upset tht i would show them such a bad movie but i think i just had a raging hard on the entire time. i think someone should be able to put a vhs into my stomach n reprogram me. for normal reasons .
4. possessor (2020). i love a possession movie. i think some of my earlier intentional horror movie watches were the exorcist, paranormal activity, evil dead n it kinda stuck w me. but as i got older i think it all kinda felt regurgitated but…..possessor my beloved…… it has the formula of a possession movie (vessel + desirous force) but the vessel isn’t unwilling n the desirous force is a computer? it was like watching 90 minutes of raw fucking
5. mandy (2018). the shots in this movie r amazing, i love the coloring, i cried at multiple points, the entire plot is ridiculous. truly don’t know why it ended up at number five bc few movies have moved me in the way tht mandy has um just bc she’s down here doesn’t make her any less important <3 if u haven’t watched mandy u should
#[ask me top 5 anything]#honorable mentions:#saint maud. audition. titane. evil dead.#the house that jack built !! if u havent watched tht trailer u guys should its very good n oh also antichrist !! i love von triers images#this was really hard n i feel so bad for leaving out ever other horror movie ive ever watched#i truly think the only horror movie i can think of tht i actively dislike is terrifier#n sleepaway camp definitely aged bad but i think it did something for small mes brain in terms of gender stuff#n even then i can appreciate some things about it#i just. simply watch a horror movie n am like ‘this is my new favorite no this is my new favorite no-‘#anyway thank u for asking ily :( <3#ask.exe
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5, 6, 1 for the ask game? If it’s not too much trouble ^^
1. Which part of the series was your introduction to HTTYD? How old were you when you first became a fan?
i rmr it pretty well. i was abt 11 years old & my mom found the first movie on comcast on demand & wanted to find a movie for us we (my siblings & i) hadn't seen so she chose it. i rmr the year prior with all the commercials on tv & stuff & was like hey!! i rmr wanting to see this! cool!! and i rlly liked the movie!!!!! my full obsession, however, didn't start until abt a year later when she brought home this pack of the first 6 books (that's all that was available at the time!) & reading through them i rewatched the movie & we had it on dvd by that point and that was it. the rest is history
5. What type of dragon do you think best matches your personality?
oh gosh. the impulse to say my fave but whispering deaths don't rlly "match" me personality wise. tbh a gronckle, me thinks. with a personality like meatlug or shattermaster. :') they're such goofy goobers but they're also rlly sweet & i am so soft for that LOL. they remind me of the dog i grew up with with how snorty they are & the way they wag their tails :'))
6. What are your favourite ships in the fandom and why?
haaaa.
snotstrid... IDK their chemistry is just??? i love how they constantly bicker & snotlout is just a piece of shit & it causes astrid to retaliate & treat him like that even when he's not actively being a piece of shit which pisses him off & yet they always somehow end up by each other or saving each other much to astrid's chagrin half the time & then snotlout's confusion UGH ESP SNOTLOUT'S ANGELS the nose flick & then astrid admitting she doesn't hate him & his FACE HIS FUCKING FACE he's so got a genuine crush on her but doesn't know how to Behave & i love them getting together & then breaking up & for astrid it's smth she looks back on fondly but never wants to go back to while snotlout is stuck adding her to his list of ppl being the one that got away & yearning..... they're also so funny together & i feel like if they're ever on the same page they're so powerful & it's scary LOL
fishlout used to be my fave & i still love it. rtte spent more time building their relationship to each other than either of them with ruffnut & we all saw the potential of what could have been :') it can easily fall into the jock x nerd thing but it's more than that to me bc while fishlegs is anxious he doesn't take snotlout's shit lying on his back (esp after gem of a different color) & by rtte fishlegs is rolling his eyes & quipping back & it's just forever this contest of who comes out on top & then u have thw whole thor bonecrusher thing & it can so easily be an exploration in snotlout's bisexuality (and fishlegs'!) esp after return of thor bonecrusher when snotlout is just SO happy fishlegs is back to the point where he gives him a hug (and was like :D woah when fishlegs bodied a dude to protect him) & they def had a brief stint after that. they don't talk abt it. it's only between them... snotlout yearns so badly...
i'm realizing my fave ship is anything that'll make snotlout yearn & wish he could have someone as all of his friends find their ppl or are comfortable with themselves enough to not need a romantic partner LMAO
i like a lot more ships than i talk abt tbh!! i just like taking characters like they're my dolls and making them kiss lol. heathstrid, ruffther, hiccstrid, heathlegs, rufflout, rufflegs, tufflegs, eretlout, etc!! i like the art & fics ppl make abt tufflout but it's just not my thing (if that makes sense!!) i also like lot of the poly ships, too! literally i just thrive off making this group of teens who probably spend too much time together but don't rlly have anyone else to spend time with have relationship drama LOL
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i dont know if you have seen the walking dead, but if you have, have you thought of writing daryl dixon fics? I feel you would be so good
I have! and I've been watching the new daryl dixon show too so maybe I will try it out!! love zombie apocalypse boyfriends
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5, 11, 16, 24?
wuv you💚
Awwww HI JOZ!! ilysm 🥰🥰 thank you for the ask!!
5. Guilty pleasures?
Probably many lol. But I think one I'm sometimes embarrassed about is reality TV. 😅 (Jersey Shore, Wife Swap, old cringe MTV dating shows lmao)
11. What was your childhood dream job?
I wanted to be a marine biologist! I love the ocean and learning about different sea creatures ^^
16. When is your birthday?
September 26th! (For kicks - Libra Sun, Gemini Moon, Gemini Rising)
24. Your favorite pet name from your partner (baby girl, honey, brat, etc.)
Honestly, I don't think I've ever really been called any? Not that I can really remember. 🥲 I think I would like to be "baby" or "love" or something, idk.
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so is reader gonna move in with eddie :(
well, between you and i, eddie’s secretly enacting a plan so he’ll have her moved in before she even realizes it. it starts with the drawers of things, then the spare toothbrush just becomes her main toothbrush, then she’s keeping leftovers in his fridge and her shoes by his door and bam! he’s locked her in 😎 no takebacks. and he was so sneaky about it too!! (he absolutely was not and reader knew what he was doing the entire time. it’s cool though, his mattress is so much comfier than her dorm bed and not just because she gets to cuddle him every night)
#thank u ily <3#i can just imagine him eventually being like ‘babe… i have an important question’#he makes a big deal of asking her to just move in properly and she’s like ??? eddie??? i already AM#and he’s like ‘no you don’t have a key’#and she’s like ‘you literally gave me your spare copy like a month ago dude’#and he just pouts because he had something romantic and dramatic planned for it#but she just laughs and kisses him because he’s such an idiot but he’s HER idiot
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