If this gets uh... *uses random number generator* 4075 notes I'll clean my rooms with before and after pictures- however here are some conditions-
1. Don't tag a ton of people, tag up to 5 people max
2. Don't reblog more than once (I don't wanna spam other people's feeds after all)
3. Try not to spam notes- just do 3x max (a reblog, like, and reply)
I'm serious about this, I genuinely need to clean my room but lack motivation- so yeah
If it gets to 4075 notes before March 1st I'll also try to rearrange furniture in my rooms, but if not I'll still clean my rooms when I get to the goal
If it gets to over 10k notes by March 1st (press X to doubt that it'll happen) I'll also make a lil hideout area in my room and show pictures.
And yes I have 2 rooms it's because I live in the attic okay deal with it, I bump my head so much it's not even funny because the ceiling is low, I can't even do Wii Fit properly and it's sad.
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you're more to me, you're everything
Rated: T
Relationship: Luke/Reggie/Julie
Relevant Tags: Fluff and Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Kissing, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Epiphanies, Bisexual Reggie Peters, Bisexual Julie Molina
Summary:
The strap of Reggie’s bass bites into his palms as Luke smirks. His hand is blazing on the back of Reggie’s neck.
"Because we're standing on the edge of—"
He pauses, as if he's about to whisper the last word on Reggie’s lips like a ghost and then leave it there to haunt him, but—
Screw it. They've already come this far.
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name . . . nyathera
alias . . . nya
gender . . . female
orientation . . . pansexual
height . . . 5’10
hair . . . black, straight, tailbone-length
eyes . . . misty grey
“The hamingja was a type of female guardian spirit in Norse mythology. It was believed that she accompanied a person and decided their luck and happiness. Consequently, the name was also used to indicate happiness, and that is what it means in modern Icelandic.”
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TAGS:
denoted honor (reblogged)
nightly visits (ooc post)
good fortune (answered asks)
success and power (ask memes)
dream a little dream (rp thread)
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Monumental Management of 'M' Words
@mrsmungus , my marvelous mutual, please accept my modest message in response to your masterfully manipulated monologue. It was truly a magnificent marriage of meticulous mechanics and methodical melodies, meshed into a miraculous manifestation of literary mastery. My reply will be meager at most. At least, between Harold’s malevolent manifesto and Glen’s mounds of medicinal marijuana, I should be able to maintain a moderately measured influx of alliterative mayhem without getting too monotonous.
Although, I must admit, I may now have made it my mission to unlock the ‘Find your Alliteration’ achievement. Challenge accepted. I also have three more instances of it, myself, but none that these words match up with.
My Words: Magic, Mystery, Mood, Money, Mature
Your Words: Never, Night, Nonsense, Nervous, Naked
Anybody else out there - feel free to jump in if you are so inclined! Just throw in an '@' and let us know! Open to all!
Magic
(I honestly expected more being that I'm adding much more magic than called for. I went with the first one that seemed to hit an extra alliterative note.)
“ID?”
Harold froze in his spot by the entrance; he hadn’t anticipated the issue. He should have. Why should it be any different here? He was barely an adult to them. Certainly below drinking age. Sure they had monsters and magic, but they also had a societal structure much like their own. Why wouldn’t they have ridiculous restrictions like the ones he was used to.
“He’s with me, Bronx.”
“That ain’t how it works, Max…”
“Sure it is.”
Tension would have been high if Max actually gave a shit about his jurisdiction here. As it was, there was only an odd type of silence as she raised her eyebrows in a challenge, an annoyed stare down that the smaller woman had no intention of dropping anytime soon. Every minute out here was a moment she was held back from the mayhem inside, and he knew that was nothing she was going to humor for long.
Mystery
"Motherfuck, Din! You can't just go starting fucking fires and shit! Fuck!
"I was JUST GETTING WARM!" Dinny's face started to take on a red color as large tears began to well up and pour down his face. Sobs broke out into a full blown fit, and Lloyd just picked up the speed of his frantic pacing.
The unknown woman turned back to her. "There anybody else with you?"
The question pulled Hayden back to the moment, and her eyes widened as the thought sunk in.
"Fuck! Yes, uh, five others…."
"Where?"
She turned to their mystery rescuer but realized she wasn't sure where everybody had decided to spend the night; she was already in the room when sleeping quarters were established. Glen thankfully was already aware.
"Two in the room next to us. Three in those two rooms."
Despite the vast age difference, a leadership position was clearly being taken by the new addition, and Hayden instantly noticed the ease at which she did it. Again, she started at Glen first.
"You stay here and get them to calm the fuck down." She didn't wait for a response after addressing him, and Hayden instantly felt her gaze jump to her. "You get over to that one. I'll get these two rooms."
Mood
Her smile returned in full now; it was hard not to be in a good mood around Teddy.
He continued on, "So anything you're really excited for?"
"Honestly, Teddy, not really sure. Glen would say cold beer, but I really don't know..."
It suddenly occurred that she really wasn't looking forward to much. All of her memories were after Trips, power being absent in most of them. Candlelight dinners in their home, painting landscapes in the outskirts, smoking by their fireplace as Glen told tales from his past... And there were the nights they would both come back late from committee duties. A fire would be started, hot tea setting at the ready, and he would find a good book. Fantasy, sci-fi, even poetry. He’d read aloud and she would massage any aching muscles he had, losing herself in the story and his voice… Power wasn't needed for any of this; she just needed Glen.
When she really thought back on it, most of her memories with power were spent at the CDC. The only other time there was power before Boulder was the night she first met Glen. Good company for sure, food, music…
"I guess music. We’ve been using the stereo sparingly, but yeah, I'd like to hear more music."
"Hell yeah! That's going to be great too. Movies, cold beer, and music. The stuff that makes it all worth it."
She laughed, but couldn't fully agree. She left what made it all worth it back at the meeting hall, and the way she left it started to nag at her.
Money
(Almost all of my money references are about betting - 'I'd put money on' 'smart money says'. Only two times was it about actual currency.)
"I was talking to Stu earlier, about the plan to go to Colorado."
Nodding in understanding, Hayden was relieved to jump into a relevant conversation that she could actually have input on. Not everybody had Glen's ability to bullshit about everything and anything. Certainly not her.
Hayden jumped in, "I'm gonna take a stab and say you already knew why we were heading there."
Fran looked down and shrugged sheepishly. "I honestly thought I was going crazy."
"Yeah, we all did. Stu was the one to put it together. Glen insisted Mother A. was from a commercial." She shook her head at the memory. Maybe it helped that she didn't remember much before Trips; information is easier to accept when you didn't believe it to be impossible for years.
"He told me about the paintings too. So, I guess you know…" Fran instinctively put a hand over her belly, and Hayden nodded affirmatively.
"We couldn't confirm, but if I was betting, I know where I'd put my money… on Glen and his damn prophetic pot dreams." Hayden gave a sad smile. Her earlier conversation with the man in question popped back to the front of her thoughts. This confirmation would put more weight to his other predictions…
Mature
The only uses of 'Mature' I have are the ratings on both fics. 😅😬 Damn, that is a fail on my end.
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