#<- is that a tag i should be using. idk. event came out like Yesterday i dont knowMDHBJ

[rontra]

she didn't let you

#arknights #saria #arknights spoilers #<- is that a tag i should be using. idk. event came out like Yesterday i dont knowMDHBJ #me n my wife (lone trail) 🥰 #ft. jara and olivia

[morkofday]

ah thank you @yibobibo for tagging me ^^ these are always so much fun! also am avoiding going to sleep lol so here I go

1. What is the color of your hairbrush? umm this dark berry red? idk it’s a very old one and i should probably get a new one :’D

2. Name a food you never eat. hmm, am really not that picky with food. but i had an disagreement with meat loaf for a long time bc once as a kid i got sick while eating it and well. let’s say it came back up :) so i was a bit traumatized lol 

3. Are you typically too warm or too cold? too cold! definitely ;; that’s why i hate living here when summer is like maybe two weeks and otherwise am freezing 24/7

4. What were you doing 45 minutes ago? umm watching ultimate note i think lol it has taken over my weekends

5. What’s your favorite candy bar? wow hmm. i think fazer’s dark choco + chili bar is amazing? otherwise maybe kinder’s bueno 

6. Have you ever been to a professional sports game? yeah, a couple of times :’D to watch ice hockey lol bc it’s probably the only sport i enjoy... oh, and karate once too! that was cool somehow :o 

7. What is the last thing you said out loud? “how are you like this” to heihua in ultimate note bc i dunno why but they keep. flirting with each other while bullying other ppl???  

8. What is your favourite ice cream? chocolate! (or if it’s available, i absolutely adore sorbets or some very nice and sour berry flavors!) 

9. What was the last thing you had to drink? peppermint tea ^^

10. Do you like your wallet? oh yeah :o i love the flower pattern on it and several ppl have complimented it a lot too? i can’t remember where i bought it but it’s nice and i always feel so fancy when i flip it out haha 

11. What is the last thing you ate? some chocolate :’D why does every other answer seem to be somehow related to chocolate... (ah yes, bc i love it) 

12. Did you buy any new clothes last weekend? hmm no. but am actually waiting to go shopping after christmas so that i can get new stuff ^^ 

13. What’s the last sporting event you watched? ummmm does street dance of china count? 

14. What is your favorite flavor of popcorn? uh, the normal? is that butter then??? i don’t even know any other flavors

15. Who is the last person you sent a text message to? i’d say @i-am-just-a-kiddo who always has to suffer from my continuous screaming over. everything, basically (i am a very hyper person when it comes to things i love) 

16. Ever been camping? not specifically but i’ve slept in a tent a couple of times and done some hiking lol also i think i would love to try?

17. Do you take vitamins? nope, not really? should i?? maybe i should, at least some d vitamin... i miss seeing the sun, where is it ;o 

18. Do you regularly attend a place of worship? nope, not really religious 

19. Do you have a tan? umm no our summers are short as mentioned and i usually try to avoid getting tanned ^^’ 

20. Do you prefer chinese or pizza? chinese bc i get tired of pizza very fast

21. Do you drink your soda through a straw? yeah! i love the feeling of using a straw :’) also love it when they are funny colored or fancy or just very silly looking? 

22. What color socks do you usually wear? very basic gray/white/black but then i have these random colorful socks too? and something like,,, deep turquoise. and dark wine red. and socks with flowers??? 

23. Do you ever drive above the speed limit? no i am a very law abiding citizen jfghjf (tho i drive very rarely bc i don’t own a car)

24. What terrifies you? ummmmm. let’s say randomly that i would absolutely freak out if one day i was closing my curtains and someone was looking at me through my window (which is highly unlikely bc i live in the third floor but my brain insists on this one on a daily basis) 

25. Look to your left, what do you see? my empty tea cup, waiting to be taken away. so that i could sleep. sigh

26. What chore do you hate most? umm. vacuuming? it just feels like such a waste of time 

27. What do you think of when you hear an Australian accent? i feel like the first two things that just pop into my head when someone mentions australia are troye sivan and @ashenwren ♥ 

28. What’s your favorite soda? coke or pommac (it’s this fruity soda? i used to call it as kid’s beer when i was young lol) 

29. Do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive thru? would usually go to the place but i guess for now it would be safer to go to the drive thru? idk 

30. What’s your favorite number? i have no idea what i’ve answered previously to similar questions but let’s go with eight 

31. Who’s the last person you talked to? physically talked to? my parents probably

32. Favorite meat? chicken but i could also say shrimp or any fish tbh 

33. Last song you listened to? dpr ian - so beautiful x (this song is so addictive somehow??? and the mv is amazing!) 

34. Last book you read? uhhh this book related to men’s studies where the author talked about his own experiences and views on being a man in this society that really much supports toxic masculinity and those toxic ways to show it (i cried) 

35. Favorite day of the week? probably thursday currently bc ultimate note :’) 

36. Can you say the alphabet backwards? uuuhh not right now probably but if you give me a moment i promise i can

37. How do you like your coffee? just like i like my men so,,, no. (lol that was an opportunity too perfect not to use) 

38. Favorite pair of shoes? my pair of combat boots! or whatever you can call my black boots that make me feel badass but also fancy and comfortable 

39. Time you normally get up? i try to make it around 10am but i just laze around in bed and i might actually get up at 11am-12pm 

40. What do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets? both tbh, sunrise has its own vibe that’s completely different from sunset and both are just breathtaking! (no wonder my xicheng fic is very much full of/based on this day cycle symbolism smh) 

41. How many blankets on your bed? one, i surprisingly enough get very hot during night (and not in the sexy way) 

42. Describe your kitchen plates. light blueish gray? square. the smaller ones have these blue shapes on a white background, circle. 

43. Describe your kitchen at the moment. clean too! i cleaned it yesterday :’D

44. Do you have a favorite alcoholic drink? i’d say long drinks. or just,,, i dunno, vodka with orange juice? always works 

45. Do you play cards? oh i did nothing else during the summer but play cards with my mom jfhgfghk it’s very relaxing somehow (also i love to teach ppl new games even if i know like,,, maybe five) 

46. What color is your car? don’t own one 

47. Can you change a tire? absolutely! i used to join my dad as a kid when he changed his tires :’D so i know the process and would be able to handle one i suppose

48. Your favorite state or province? i. don’t really have one? maybe the one on our west coast, i like the dialect over there 

49. Favorite job you’ve had? i’ve only had like two? maybe? and i didn’t really enjoy either but does doing theater stuff as a hobby count? bc i’ve enjoyed that and it felt like a job at certain points :’) 

wow this got so long wth ;o i didn’t even realize it was 40 questions jdhgkfg but it was fun! i hope this tells you something about me :’D and i’ll tag the two ppl who i’ve already tagged into these answers :’D so go for it you two! and then i want to tag some of the ppl i always bother aka @kholran @stebeee @manhasetardis @aheartfullofjolllly @leonzhng @lzswy (i know some of you have been tagged already but i hope it’s fine. also no need to if this feels like too much!)

#tag game #wow this is long #but so much fun! #had to do this now while i had interesting answers lol #also pls someone smile at my jokes #have a good day everyone! #about me #edit: apparently I forgot the mv link #sorry about that lol

[immabethehero]

Egotober #2

I made an Egotober story based on the prompt Stone! Thank @huffletrax for organizing event! Also thanks to @anneliis18​ for kind of inspiring it? IDK I saw your art and suddenly had to write. IDK if you want to be tagged though. I’ll untag if you don’t.

TWs: Nothing too big, but mild manipulation (mentioned) and death (though it’s a red card) This also deals with a bit of ego shipping, so if you’re uncomfortable maybe don’t read this then.

“Come on! I know a place where we can rest!” The young girl, no more than 18, drags the magician up the barren hill by the arm. Marvin the Magnificent, too shocked and disoriented to comprehend his surroundings and too exhausted to complain, follows her up the hill, where only one willow tree lays. Its leaves have disappeared, leaving only grey branches and small icicles. Underneath its limp, deadweight limbs stand three statues as grey and still as the wasteland around them.

All around the highest hill, the valley is nothing but rocky terrain on uneven grounds. Trees barren of leaves show their sharp branches off, as if hoping to scare the intruders away.

The girl kneels down on the floor and flips her book open. She quickly scans over the text. Everything is in place. Now for the spell to be cast.

She turns to the statues. They’re as lifeless as rock, but she knows there’s still life in them. Chase reaches out in mid-scream. Henrik glares, eyes fierce and hands curled into fists, refusing to show any fear as he was turned. Jameson’s eyes are closed, resigned to his fate.

She turns around and faces Marvin. The magician has crashed onto the ground, eyes threatening to droop. Despite his sleepy state, his posture is impeccable. Slowly, he blinks away his fatigue and looks around, taking in the valley for the first time. He turns and notices the statues for the first time. He tilts his head, confused, but says nothing.

The apprentice bites her tongue to keep from spilling the truth. She needs him to be as calm as possible. Jackie should appear soon. She just has to distract the magician until then.

Marvin hasn’t spoken the entire journey. In fact, he looks like he might faint any second. Despite his weak and disheveled appearance, he’s alert and awake.

“Where are we? This place looks haunted,” Marvin finally says. The valley looks familiar, but he’s given up trying to remember places. He needs to rest.

The last hour has been nothing but fear and uncertainty, and a whole lot of running. Running from the sorcerer who tried to force the magician to marry him, running from the angry mob who rushed to defend the sorcerer when Marvin left the altar, and transporting with the girl to get far away from human contact.

On any other day running from trouble, Marvin would sleep, but the valley is way too sketchy for him to rest. There are no leaves giving them shelter, so they could be spotted any moment! He needs to stay awake. The girl is here beside him. He can’t risk her getting hurt.

In the short time that he’s known her, he has grown fond of the girl down the street who promised that he would not marry the sorcerer. She kept her promise and now he is free. He owes her. He can’t risk losing her. Not after he lost Jackie and everyone else...

Marvin’s heart sinks. It felt like only yesterday he woke up in the hospital, shivering and starving, only to find out his family had apparently died by the hands of a mysterious stranger. He spent the entire day sobbing in bed, refusing to get up or eat. It wasn’t until the sorcerer had arrived to pick him up did he finally leave the bed.

The girl plops down beside Marvin, big brown eyes boring into him. She’s hiding something, he can tell by her too wide smile and the book in her lap.

“What are you smiling about?” he asks. The girl’s smile fades and she looks down awkwardly.

Marvin realizes how rude he sounded and shakes his head. “Sorry, that came out wrong.”

“No, it’s cool, I was probably starting to look like a creep, anyway,” the girl says. She falls silent.

Marvin closes his eyes again. A chilly breeze whisks by, making him shiver slightly. There is no sound but the wind. He hasn’t felt this peaceful in months. He begins to hum softly, letting his voice be carried off by the wind.

“Will you sing for me? Please?” The small voice awakes him from his trance. He opens his eyes and looks down at the girl.

“What?”

“Will you sing, please? I hear you have such the loveliest voice!” the girl pleads.

Marvin’s stomach sinks. How can he break it to her? “Those days are behind me. I haven’t sung in so long. The sorcerer… he made me sing for hours on end… it became a chore rather than an escape.”

The girl’s face falls. “Oh… okay. It- it was just a suggestion.” She turns away, hiding her book behind her back.

“But… he’s not here anymore. I don’t belong to him… He thought he could break me…” Marvin puts a fist over his chest. “But I won’t let him.” He stands up. “What do you want me to sing?”

The girl’s face lights up and she stands up as well. “Oh! Well.. anything! Maybe something fun and light-hearted! I’ve had enough sad ballads.”

Marvin laughs. “Alright then!” He takes a deep breath and warms up his vocals. Even though there’s no audience, he still wants to be prepared.

Behind him, the statues begin to vibrate and the tree begins to rustle. Tiny bits of rock and stone crumble and fall off. The apprentice gasps. Marvin startles at the sound.

“What was that?!”

“Don’t worry about it! It was just the tree!” the girl quickly says. “Keep going. Just ignore everything around you and sing!”

Marvin frowns at her insistence but turns back and continues warming up. The apprentice opens her book, heart thumping loudly. She was right! A wizard’s voice can break stone! Who knew?!

Behind her, Marvin takes a deep breath and sings. “You will be my wings… you will be my only love! You will take me far beyond the stars!”

The girl watches amazed as grass rises from the ground and icicles fall off the willow tree. Just how strong is this guy?! The statues shake again and more stone falls off.

“It’s working! Keep going!” she yells.

“What are you doing back there?!” Marvin demands.

“You’ll find out! Just sing! Please!” She is almost desperate. Marvin rolls his eyes.

“You will lift me high above! Everything we’re dreaming of will soon be ours!”

She squeals as the branches of the willow branch sprout leaves and flowers sprout from the ground. A large chunk of stone falls off Chase’s arm. The arm begins to move. She gasps in delight. Marvin sure has a lot of magic!

“Anything that we desire, anything at all… Everyday you’ll take me higher…” Marvin trails off.

“Why’d you stop?!”

“I… I’m tired and I just want to sleep. I’m far from home and I’m a mess and I don’t want to sing right now-”

“AND I’LL NEVER LET YOU FALL!!!!” The two whirl around to find Jackie underneath the tree. More icicles shatter.

“Jackie! Oh, Jackie, you’re alive!” Marvin runs over to the superhero, who grins in delight. He scoops Marvin up in his arms and twirls him around. Marvin buries his face in Jackie’s shoulder to hide his sobs.

“I missed you so much!” Jackie cries.

“They told me you were dead!” Marvin exclaims.

“They lied,” Jackie says simply. “I’m here now… You’re safe!”

Marvin laughs at last. It’s a lovely sound, one that hasn’t been heard in months. Jackie begins to sing again.

“I’ve been dreaming of a true love’s kiss! And a man I’m hoping comes with this!”

“Pure and strong and waiting to complete my love song!” Marvin continues.

The flowers are in full bloom. The willow tree’s branches dance in the wind, pink blossom petals falling off and swirling around the two lovers. The girl grins and turns around. The statues crack and the stone falls off its prisoners. Chase, Henrik and Jameson gasp and stumble out of the rubble.

“GUYS!” the girl throws herself on Jameson, who laughs gleefully and hugs her back.

“You did it, I knew you would!” Chase cries, joining in the hug pile.

Marvin gasps and turns around. “Chase?! Jameson?! HENRIK?!”

“Marvin!” Henrik is the first to reach the magician. He hugs Marvin, only to get a small squeak in return.

“Marvin? You okay?” Henrik asks.

“How did- I thought…” Marvin mumbles.

“They told him we were dead. They weren’t completely wrong,” Jackie says, expression darkening. Marvin frowns.

“The sorcerer dude turned those three into stone and threw Jackie in the lake when he tried to escape!” the girl explains. “I saved Jackie and had him transported the statues here while I went to get you!” She opens her book to the marked page. “The book said a wizard’s voice could break stone, and since you’re half wizard, I figured it would work! And it did!”

She gestures to the three men, who gather around Marvin for a group hug.

“I’m sorry we couldn’t get to you in time…” Jameson signs. “We tried to fight him off, but-”

“It doesn’t matter. We’re all here, we’re together again,” Marvin says, gripping Jameson’s hand. Jameson squeezes back.

The girl bounces on her toes. Chase pulls her into the circle.

“It was just luck that she arrived, clever little thing! Disguised herself as a fly! Henrik told her to go after Jackie and where our statues would be after we turned. She went to get him then they came back to save us!”

“I put the statues in a safe spot, while the girl masqueraded as a wedding-helper until she could break you free,” Jackie says.

Marvin gently kisses her on the forehead. She blushes.

“Thank you. You’ve done so much for us.”

The girl nods. “Happy I could help! So… now what?”

“Let’s go home,” Henrik suggests. “We’ll have a little party to celebrate escaping that horrible place and to thank our new friend.”

Holding each other tightly, the egos and their friend transport home to their friends and family.

Reading Tag (Let me know if you want to be removed or added!): 

@graysun, @florenceisfalling, @miishae, @lonelyseiren, @goldenoceanaart, @egopocalypse, @oasisofgalaxies, @fleecal, @kofi-kiing, @myspatialspace, @jo-ann-ahh-2, @huffletrax, @gemstone6, @dumbasticart, @lunaarmada,@meteorshowersfillthesky, @uhhbeans​,  @the-pastel-kitsune, @bupine,  @climbing-starrs, @the-spawn-of-loki, @jadehowlettthewolf, @obsidiancreates, @rammypaige, @hollenka99, @cest-mellow, @randowaffle, @green-protects, @dezi-popp, @badlypostedeverything, @crystalninjaphoenix, @milo-kno​, @pixelpixie-pix​

#apparently i can write #egotober #egotober2020 #marvelsepticeye #ego shipping #jacksepticeye #writersofjack #writing #immabethehero #marvin the magnificent #jackieboy man

[jumpsuit-for-the-mad]

 quarantine q&a tagged by @personal-j aka my love

are you staying home from work/school?

yeah. which also means that i have so many fucking assignments. combine that with how badly i am handling this situation and you got me procrastinating everything, being late with all the assignments and just generally a lot of stress. lol.

if you’re staying home, who’s there with you?

I’m with my roommates! They are a couple and we are all pretty weird people so it’s strange at times but i am really glad that they’re with me. If I were on my own or with my family I would’ve gone insane by now. 

are you a homebody?

not really. i do enjoy a nice night in but preferably with someone who can come over. i love hanging out with friends. I also normally study at the university, go to work, go to the gym and so many other places. it’s so strange to be home all the time. i am still adjusting. i don’t think it will ever stop feeling weird.

what movies have you watched recently? what shows are you watching?

I finally watched black mirror recently and i loved some of the episodes (controversial opinion but the last season wasn’t as bad as people say). I also watched elite and will watch the new season of money heist when it comes out. watching spanish shows is the only way i revise spanish so i NEED to do that or i’ll forget everything. Also I think I will forever just rewatch certain bojack episodes - it’s the best thing netflix ever made, fight me

As far as movies are concerned i’ve been watching some with my roommates:

zodiac (2007) - perfection

prisoners (2013) - great. engaging, awesome acting

 django (2012) - possibly my favourite movie right now. it’s witty, hilarious, the acting is great, it flows really well, it’s everything. and the fucking scene with the masks don’t get me started

we’ve been also rewatching lotr and i can’t belive how well they hold up today

an event that you were looking forward to that got cancelled?

going to see that one guy. this one’s an ouchie. (i’ll probably go at some point but it just got a whole lot of more messy rn)

what music are you listening to?

take yourself home by troye sivan. just that on repeat. it came out yesterday and i’m vibing big time. i mean ‘if i’m gonna die, let’s die somewhere pretty’?? ‘talk to me, there’s nothing that can’t be fixed with some honesty’? ‘And how it got this dark is just beyond to me. If anyone can hear me, switch the lights’ at this point i should put the whole song here. well anyway, go listen to it.

other than that i’ve been listening to a lot of kpop when doing my assignments.

what are you reading?

i was going to finish reading ‘it’ by stephen king but it’s not happening. i can’t read. i can’t focus.i haven’t been able to read for a while now, but this situation is not helping.

i have sylvia plath’s diaries though and it’s nice to read them in small bits. it’s great because she will describe her awful emotional state one second and then her high when getting her wisdom tooth removed the next. so happy i got that book.

what are you doing for self care?

not much really. watching movies and playing gta with my roommates is nice. we also eat meals together a lot. idk man i’m trying to not be too harsh on myself. but most habits have been pretty awful lately. my sleeping schedule is a mess (went to bed at 5 am last nigt. again). i’ve been eating a lot of trash. it’s mostly stress/comfort/boredom eating. i don’t even drink enough water. sorry for being so negative, it’s just i am really not handling this whole thing that well. idk man. 

i went grocery shopping with my flatmate yesterday and we bought a pretty expensive bottle of whisky. it was a very impulsive purchase. we are going thru it. his girlfriend reproached us like a responsible mother. it was so funny i felt like a teenager. like i said, we are all pretty weird and none of us is good at taking care of ourselves right now but we take care of each other.

i tag @itsonlyburn

#me #personal #this is long #can you tell that i am lonely #everything feels so w e i r d

[theexecutionerssong]

I’m replying to everyone who’s sent me a message regarding the being nicer thing from yesterday under the cut because I don’t want to be annoying by publishing so many asks. thank you, all of you ♥

Honestly, I think it’s ridiculous that people are accusing you of sounding mean/rude etc. sometimes I think you’re still too nice to the rude anons and I feel like a lot of this is passive aggressive on their part. They come at you because they think you’re an ‘insider’ fan and they’re jealous, and if you come back defensively, then they accuse you of being rude blah blah blah. If these people are making your experience on tumblr a negative one then just ignore those asks and enjoy yourself bb! 

Hmm idk I mean it wouldn’t cross my mind to go after someone because they know some things I don’t? So they probably have a point somewhere in telling me I should be kinder, I know I can be short when I answers asks because I get so many and sometimes the same ones every other day so it gets a bit tiring...

hello! for sounding "nicer" i know when it comes to like texting friends and stuff. i always over use emojis and 'lol' bc i think when you don't it makes people (including myself) read it in a kind of boring/unimpressed tone in my head. LIKE HOW CAPS MAKES ME YELL IN MY HEAD LOL. (disclaimer: i'm a recent follower and find you nothing but nice. and you definitely don't owe any of us to go out of your way to type differently so you come across as 'nicer'. your english is fantastic!)

if I ever use lol then it’s because I find the thing extremely not funny and it’s ironic ahah I try to use emoji but when on my computer I can’t really be bothered... Thank you very much for your message!

I don’t think you’re rude, I think sometimes you get defensive because you’ve been getting the same questions over and over again and you must get tired. And you’ve talked about having insomnia so you must also be physically tired on top of mentally. That’s normal, we’re all humans. Don’t worry about it.

Yeah it’s true, I do get defensive when I’m more tired. Sometimes when I need to vent, I read my inbox outloud to a friend - the asks I don’t publish I mean - and it helps but sometimes I don’t have anyone next to me to do that with so I get cranky when I see people prying into the cast’s lives, asking personal questions, things like that. It’s hard to ignore when you read the same disturbing things every couple of days. Thank you ♥

You're not annoying at all, on the contrary, you're the sweetest! It's just that I think people are frustrated that you know so much without sharing, and maybe also the fact that you continue to think you're a normal fan, even though you're clearly "in". I don't know, I'm trying to understand... I think it might be jealousy as well.

The thing is, I can’t say for now how I’ve come to know some stuff because it would spoil way too much and I don’t know if I’ll even be able to ever. I’m not really “in”, that’s the thing. I am a normal fan, as normal as a fan who’s lucky enough to live in Paris and who could go to a lot of events - and that’s a couple hundreds of us. I don’t know how much the international fandom is aware of that but David and Niels and the cast know hundreds of us by name just because we were lucky enough to meet them several times. I’m not really more “in” than those other people. Some from the cast have not a clue who I am at all and others only know my @ on instagram because I send them the pics. I’m a bit closer to some for reasons I can’t talk about. The team got a lot of complaints about everything always happening in Paris and some fans ending up being more priviledged than others. I’m hoping there will be more events outside of Paris, maybe screenings or something in the future so it doesn’t feel as ~Parisian elite~ as last year.

I think you’ve always been receptive when people came to you with a different opinion and from what I saw, you’re always willing to learn. Some people are just too entitled and come barging in and that’s when you raise you hackles. It’s not really on you, it’s hard to be kind to everyone when people don’t always deserve it.

Hmmm yeah, my friends have told me I have strong opinions and don’t change my mind easily so... idk. I could maybe be more receptive, like you said, at times. I went from getting one ask every six months to dozens a day in a few weeks last year and it still blows my mind. I wasn’t ready for that. There must be people who disagree with me in my followers. Idk. Something I need to think about. Thanks ♥

bonsoir tumblr grandma! 💫 in my humble opinion, you do not come off as rude. I just think sometimes people tend to read what they wanna read and make the worst out of it. Plus, the whole Even season is a really touchy subject because everyone would love one and when such announcements of possibles seasons happen, they can't help but be hopeful. So of course they don't like it when they're told it's not gonna happen. You're not rude, you're just saying things they don't want to hear. 🤷‍♀️ ily!

I know how much people must be upset to see their hopes crushed, I was disappointed too back when I first heard about it, and my hopes were not that high to begin with since David had said before Eliott wasn’t considered as main. I get asks every week about Eliott being main, almost every gifset I make will have a tag about how whatever is clearly a reference to Eliott being main and I’m just like... let it go. Or talk about it on your own posts. I’m sad it’s not happening. Don’t rub it in my face, you know? I didn’t say anything for months and accepted it was the way it would be so I couldn’t complain but then Henrik mentioned it to someone at HOS2 and I thought that finally those asks and comments would stop but they don’t and it’s very tiring. Anyway, thank you as always!

I don't think you're rude and i don't know you irl it's just that some of your anons are creepy and acted so demanding like you owe us something and it pissed me off actually. Like those anon who asked something like you know this right? How you know abt this? Why you know the cast? It sounds so suspicious that you know them etc. these anons are so nosy like why so negative. Istg i thought they would interrogate you yesterday after you mentioned abt working with assa before skamfr.

I’m gonna say something I haven’t really shared in details before but it’s weighting on me. Some anons are really creepy, so I don’t publish them. For exemple, somebody found my spotify recently and through it found my old Facebook. My friends have sent me screenshots of people following them on their instagram after being tagged in my stories and they are always Skam stans, even when my friends have never posted about anything Skam related. Someone once went digging into my personal life so far that they could have ruined the theme of season 5 in september if they had decided to make what they had found public instead of sending me an ask about it. That shit is not okay. I blew up about this once last year and somebody told me “why do you make it sounds like we’re creepy fans of yours” and well, because some stuff IS creepy. I understand being curious but I will never share anything about the personal lives of the cast or anything that could spoil the seasons so I’d just like it if people stopped asking, you know? Thank you for reaching out ♥

gaëlle you never even once came off as rude (i started following you in february-march when s3 was airing). you're always helpful and patient. it's obvious when ppl go to cons/projos/meet the cast they might unintentionally find out smth that's not public knowledge. and it's a good thing actually that you don't immediately run here to share bc maybe a cast member didn't mean to reveal smth etc. in any case you don't owe us any information and those who demand answers are the rude ones

Thank you, love. yeah I’ve lost counts of how many times they’ve accidentally spoiled something at cons or screenings or in the background of ig stories, especially in the beginning. They are more careful now and some even let slip fake spoilers to see if it will spread (and by some I mean Axel after his play when he stays to talk to fans lmao). The fans who’ve learned stuff that way are usually super protective of the show though so nothing really spreads and that’s really nice to see - sorry Axel, joke’s on you ahah

Hi Gaëlle! Just want to say that I followed you because you always sound soooo sweet and sincere when answering asks. Never thought you're rude, even sometimes I thought you could be ruder because the ask was rude😂 Anyway, just thought let you know my opinion on the last ask, have a good day!🥰

Thank you darling. I’m sure I must have been rude at some point, I don’t think the anon from yesterday would have said that out of the blue, and I’m very sorry that I don’t realize it. Unless when people are REALLY rude then I allow myself to tell them to fuck off dfghjk

You don’t know me but I saw you a lot at HOS2, I recognized you from your instagram. Every time I saw you, you were cuddling people, laughing, singing - I heard you sing with your friends and Maxence joining in, it was adorable! The cheers the cast let out when they saw you come up for the group pictures weren’t fake. You have an aura around you that brightens the room. I really hope this isn’t too weird of me to say. I don’t think you could ever be unkind. You wouldn’t have so many friends otherwise - I mean, it looked like you do - and the cast wouldn’t have reacted like that upon seeing you. That alone convinced me you were a good person.

Oh my god I don’t know what to say. This is very unexpected, why didn’t you come say hi if you knew who I was? I wouldn’t have minded at all! Thank you, I don’t know what to say, really this is so kind. Have a lovely day. Thank you. thank you.

You're one of the nicest people I know, you're a literal bundle of love and sunshine (I'm not even kidding, really). And you're always so considerate about everybody when you're responding to asks that are asked NICELY... so really I don't know how you can come across as rude. And you deserve all the love 💕

Merci @littlhedgehog love you so so much and I’m so happy Skam brought us together. It’s been way too long since I gave you a hug ♥♥♥

and at 3 parts anon with advice who told me not to publish, thank you too, I’ll remember everything you said ♥

#gaelle parle #im so damn overwhelmed by all this #every time i want to quit you're there being so kind and i don't know what to do with myself #nice people tag

[vertigoambrosia]

i meant to watch dead end yesterday but my brain unexpectedly quit when i came home from work and i just fell asleep

lol um those dead end signs are a lil too literal

or, i guess what i actually mean is that actual dead end signs are visually boring and stand out when you have actual distinct graphic design

the teal bars to fake a wider aspect ratio is fucking weird too

i get that it’s to like, match with the aesthetic they’re using in the graphics but it’s just extraneous and weird

anyway unsolicited graphic criticism over let’s wrestle

davey looking more smoothfaced than usual; got a haircut too

hahaha did tommy forget his notes? i know i can’t remember or keep up with all of david starr’s nicknames

i’m not really into avalanche’s vest :(

also sad we didnt get a plot segment with david and avalanche (right? i’m remembering this correctly, right?)

?????? that’s not a ringkampf jacket?????????

aw timo smile

but seriously it is very weird seeing tim without his scarf

hahaha jurn denied

yesss hamburg thank you for teasing jurn about his baldness

i feel like we never really got to see jurn humiliated for long enough

now even his tag partner is kinda shitting on him :)

jurn: look tim i’m doing a submission aren’t i cool???

tim: yeah i guess that’s sort of a submissionm like half of one

“men in skimpy outfits doing their thing” apparently a descriptor for both bodybyulding and wrestling

this came up because of cours,e rico was talking about tim’s body

LMAO JURN WHY DID YOU THINK THAT WAS A GOOD IDEA

tfw you’re a srs ringkampfer forced to tag with a showman

rico pretty much thinks tim is superman

yeah tim, auf his fressen!

[i know that is not grammatically correct]

wait that was a really weird moment with the blind tag?

OHHH cause he wanted the pin to get to pick that actually makes sense

oh of course we all know who david is picking to face in carat

avalanche being a pretty good sport tho

also david definitely has like, waxed a little, right? shaped the chest hair?

does he like to try and shed his fur in the new year?

we..saw this plot?

i mean, it’s a good segment, but i’m not really sure why we’re seeing the entire thing?

with this being a non title 3 way (which, why?), it’s not an immediately relevant promo

would have made a lot more sense to have a faye jackson interview or package or something

you know, actually introduce her as a character?

cause the way it is now, it’s just like she’s a random interloper getting in the way of the big plot feud

i get that they’re keeping kelly/toni for carat, which makes sense, but like....you can also develop other characters and storylines that aren’t directly related to the title

also rico started in about LETHAL CURVES and i rolled my eyes so hard i had to lay down

which is kinda unfair because i mean, her tagline is “cute in the face and thick in the waist”...but idk i’m just.....tired

anyway i hear a match occurred perhaps we should talk about that?

ok nvm i literally just turned the show back on and rico’s going horny ham

pay attention rico she just slammed toni

WE GET IT SHE THICC AND YOU LIKE THICC GIRLS CALM THE FUCK DOWN

hahaha i’m glad hamburg appreciated the not so dive spot

i lik eheel toni

this promo for the london show is pretty good

also i feel i should note this event’s music is actually good

oh here’s these little shits

they somehow get more obnoxious every time

hahaha jay mad

also whoever has control of the fog machine over did it

oh, the hardships of being so fresh!

lmaooooo you are shit just like the hsv bless

hahahaha i love our boys but that zip down the hoodie to reveal the belts thing was corny af

bless

hahaha rainer not letting jayfk get their hands on the belts at all

part of me hopes this is a squash

lmaoooooooooooo andy stanning for jay fk is amazing

he’s claiming that female fans are weeping and fainting whenever jay and francis do anything

ok someone needs to like, lock away the belts during jay fk matches

and andy matches, for that matter

man the markthalle seems like a hoot

lolll the turnbuckle on rise’s side is falling off

it gone

is someone gonna like...fix it?

<3 ivan

so limbs

everywhere!

oh good someone fixed the turnbuckle

RIP GALAXY GARBAGE BOIS

oh i guess this is walter/veit coming up

heard this match was fucking amazing

father vs son

wow that guy’s sweater is Something

yoooooooo they’re going hella extra with the staging of walter’s entrance that looked fucking great

walter stop being so mean to your child

i want mueller to give me a hug

he’s so meat

broad with meat

meat brick boi

wearing suspenders :3

ok i like this match

rico: “we are watching tough love”

walter is killing my meat boy :(

pin him veit!

damn walter could at least not chop the same titty

even out the damage

...or just john woo dropkick him to death

are they both going to die

veit officially elevated to “stud” status in rico’s eyes

taaaaaaaapp

oh that was totally a tap!

you know walter’s gone full jerk when he starts flexing

COVER HIM

are they actually going to fight forever

wow walter just sat right on his fucking face

rip sweet hamburger boy :(

walter u jerk

BE NICE TO YOUR SON

hahaha walter does not want to deal with david starr

david you did not have to interrupt the nice moment tho

*david voice* i’ve been chasing walter for like three years get in line mueller

mack straightened his hair and i don’t know how i feel about that

i can’t understand what they’re yelling at mack :(

did lucky lick that dude’s hand?

SO MANY FINGERS HE DOESN’T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH HIMSELF

don’t get distracted by the crowd, lucky!

i am very glad we have rico and andy as commentators to notice mack not having braids

rico i think mack hasn’t broken a sweat cause he’s not moving vert fast rn

i feel like that started on a weird note cause this is basically supposed to be a grudge mack but lucky started off with the usual huggy shtick

wtf was that it looked like he just dropped lucky on his head

that was a good mack magic tho

lol i missed that finish whoops

that match was a little underwhelming - i mean, i guess it was fine

i think cause the setup was a little weak

but whatever rise is winning and being all wholesome so i can’t really complain

bobby is winning this (and eventually the title), right? i’m assuming marius is dropping the shotgun title to lucky at carat, and also if marius is in the title match when would the shotgun title match be? there’s no way it wouldn’t be defended at carat

it’s so weird seeing vinny be like, calm?

aw they should have made marius and andy come out together to the A4 theme

...just realized i actually have never heard A4′s theme

i know andy’s was that silly french song

i will try not to blab about my feelings about bobby’s character for the thousandth time since you’ve heard it all before

god i love ilja

that is not new but somehow it feels like i forgot how much i love ilja

ah ilja is such a good tag partner

he was gonna go back after andy but saw bobby needed some help

hahaha ilja smiling when andy acts like he’s gonna actually do a double chokeslam

(ok not gonna lie doing some travel planning during this match so i’m not 100% involved)

i kinda care more about the result of this match than actually watching them wrestle, tbh, and i’m pretty sure i know the result

it;s kind of a weird match anyway, honestly and i could go a lot longer iwthout seeing andy and ilja fight again

dead end is a bit of a weird event anyway cause it’s like, a lot of the stuff that’s really being built up is also being saved for carat

starr/avalanche vs jurn/timo at least had the tension that david and avalanche are still competing aginst each other evne though they’re on the same side, tim doesn’t really respect jurn, and it in general was a sort of half rematch of their two matches from back to the roots

this one feels significantly more contrived

like it should hace been a singles match between bobby and marius but then ilja and andy have nothing to do cause they promised no more singles matches between them

that was a weird ending

OMG ANDY

LMAOOOOOO

that was actually kinda brilliant

ok that 619/double suplex spot was super stupid but also kinda great

i think bobby is the only wrestler to actually have their ‘king of strong style’ ripoff name stick

*ilja voice* YOU’RE GONNA MURDER HIM, GUNNS! literally please kill him

HAHAHA NICE TRY ANDY

belt shot DENIED

fragile vinny is also quite a weird thing

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The Marshmallow Chronicles (Ch. 14: Fair Game)

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Author’s notes: SURPRISE! I couldn’t resist writing this chapter! DRAKE SEMI CONFESSES HIS SEMI LOVE!! Idk why I’m screaming, we all know that but what can I say? I’m excited. I reaaally, really hope I did that particular scene justice!

Thanks to everyone who likes, reblogs and/or comments. It honestly means SO much to me! And even bigger thanks to @starstruckzonkoperatorbat, @notoriouscs, @simplyaiden-blog, @snyggflicka, @asprankle, @speedyoperarascalparty, @mirivalencia, @mymandrake and @asobigokoro2018 for asking me to tag them!

Love youuu <3

Rating: T

Pairing: Drake x MC

Words: 5,276

The country jamboree. Drake’s least favorite event in the social season – not including anything involving Olivia Nevrakis, of course. Still, Drake walked out of his room that day feeling cheerful; yesterday had been a success in terms of being friends with Riley.

You did have to hold yourself back from kissing her a couple times.

But did I? Nope! And that is success in my book. I’m gonna do it; I’m gonna beat this crush.

He whistled an improvised tune as he strode out after brunch to find a beautiful sunny day. Remembering their last interaction, he magnanimously decided to go talk to Bastien, who was standing at the gates.

“Bastien.” Okay, so he wasn’t completely ready to forgive him.

“Drake! It’s good to see you.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yes. I’m sorry I was short with you the other day.”

“See, that’s how Liam put it too, but I think I’d use a different word.”

Bastien frowned. “... A dick?”

“Ding ding ding!”

“I suppose that’s not far from the truth,” said Bastien ruefully. “Well, as I said, I’m very sorry. I just hope you can understand that...”

Bastien seemed to be having difficulty speaking; if Drake didn’t know any better he’d think there was a lump in his throat. He swallowed hard.

“I hope you understand that duty will always come first.”

Drake clapped his back. “Hey, you know I totally get that! I understand you can’t always talk! Only next time, maybe instead of being a dick you could just say that, okay?”

Bastien sighed. “Yes. I will.”

Drake smiled at him and turned to leave.

“Drake,” he heard behind him. He turned to look at Bastien squinting from the sun. “I really am sorry.”

Drake nodded, still smiling in hopes of reassuring Bastien, who was taking this way too seriously, in his opinion.

He ambled back towards the manor, not ready to face the jamboree with its variety of stupid games. 

That I suck at. 

Once he got closer to the enormous wooden doors, he could hear someone coming down the stairs. He stopped and waited; he wouldn’t say no to company either way. He realized with a stab of annoyance that he was hoping it was Riley.

Okay, stop. Whoever that is, I’m gonna keep rocking this friendship thing.

It was maybe because he mentally prepared himself this way that he only felt a small hint of dismay when Hana emerged from the threshold. He quickly covered it up with an easy smile.

“Hey, Hana!”

“Hi!”

If he’d been smiling it was nothing to the way Hana was grinning from ear to ear.

“Uh, why are you smiling like that?”

“Like what? Oh!” Hana’s hands flew to her cheeks as if she hadn’t realized what she’d been doing.

For a brief, awful moment Drake thought something might have happened with Riley. He pushed the image aside, chastising himself both for his selfishness – friends want their friends to be happy! – and for indulging his crush – friends don’t care who their friends kiss!

I’ve definitely been quiet for too long.

“So are you gonna tell me or what?” It came out harsher than he’d intended in his haste to say something.

Hana’s smile faltered a bit, “Oh. Yes, sorry. My Mom called and she-she was making me feel dreadful; she said I was being a disappointment and that I shouldn’t be making friends at court..."

Drake grimaced sympathetically.

“Yes, it was very distressing. Until Riley,” at this point her smile came back in full force, “intervened. She reminded me that this is my life and my choices and... well, she essentially gave me the courage to stand up to her for the first time in my life!”

Hana looked so utterly happy that it was contagious. Drake found himself grinning along with her and feeling an unfamiliar warmth in his chest.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it? Despite the pain.”

Drake tilted his head, completely nonplussed, “Huh?”

“Liking someone so deserving of it.”

That’s exactly what it was. Every time he heard of Riley doing something kind or intelligent – which is all the time, dammit – he couldn’t help but feel... joy. It was like an extreme form of pride, in a way. Proud of himself for having a crush on such an amazing person; proud of her for being that amazing person.

He just sighed and nodded. 

It’s not looking good for our friendship. Pretty sure I’m gonna start writing poetry or some shit.

“Well, thanks for checking in on me, Drake, but I should go. I only went into the manor to get bandaids.”

For the first time, he noticed Hana was holding a small box of bandaids.

“Maxwell,” he said without any doubt.

“At the archery station. What I don’t understand is how he managed to hurt himself with a bow...” Hana shook her head, mystified.

Drake shrugged. “This is Maxwell we’re talking about. We should feel lucky we only need bandaids and not paramedics!”

Hana giggled, “That’s what Riley said!”

Drake chuckled. “Great minds and whatever. But anyway, I shouldn’t keep you, go save that kid’s life.”

Hana hurried off toward the games. Drake stood there for a moment, trying to get back to the calm, certain headspace he’d been in until a few minutes ago. 

Maybe if I just spend some time with her as friends, I can remind myself what it’s supposed to be like.

With that goal in mind, he directed his steps to where Hana had gone, positive that Riley would be playing something; in the thick of the action, as usual.

He was right, and he immediately wished he hadn’t been, for Riley and Liam were playing a very flirty game of ring toss. He stopped abruptly when he spotted them, then moved to the side so he could watch them from a less conspicuous place. 

Like a masochist stalker.

In fact, the game was just ending and it seemed Riley had lost. 

Finally, something we both suck at! 

He smiled at that, but it was fleeting, as he saw Riley and Liam make their way, smiling and talking, to the hedge maze. He felt the by-now familiar gut punch he always experienced when he saw them together. This time, however, it seemed to spread from his stomach all the way up to his chest like some kind of poison, eating him alive from the inside.

Goddammit. Who the fuck am I kidding?! I can’t be friends. I can’t. At least, not now.

He stomped back to the manor, wanting nothing more than solitude. And maybe some whiskey and dramatic music to go along with it. He must have been making a racket because he heard a voice call from the sitting room.

“Who’s there?”

He poked his head in and found Lady Kiara sitting in the same armchair she’d been using two days ago.

“Drake! What a pleasant surprise! I thought you’d be out there enjoying the games.”

“Nah, not a big fan. What about you? Shouldn’t you be mingling or something?”

“Bah, and what for? Prince Liam has disappeared again, with Lady Riley I’m sure, and I don’t like those games either.”

“Good point.”

She gestured for him to join her and with halting steps he went to her, sitting uncomfortably on the armrest.

“So... what are you reading this time? More sexy French books?”

She raised an eyebrow at him. “No, I have been skimming this landscape photography book.”

“Oh, cool! I love nature.” Drake had to restrain himself from leaving the manor or possibly the country after that. 

Really? I love nature? How fucking interesting, idiot.

Lady Kiara was gracious enough to disguise a derisive laugh as a cough.

“So what kind of landscapes?” he asked in desperation.

“Oh, there’s all sorts! But I am particularly partial to the photographs of the vineyards in California and France. They remind me of my home,” she sounded far away when she said that.

“You have vineyards there?”

She snapped back to reality and turned to look at Drake eagerly. “Oh, yes. We make some of the finest wines in all of Cordonia,” she puffed up with pride. “We might even go toe to toe with the French, en fait.”

“And everybody knows the French make the best wine, right? The more unpronounceable the names the better?” Drake chuckled. 

Kiara, on the other hand, did not look amused. “I would hardly say something like Bordeaux is unpronounceable, would you?”

Drake felt his neck grow hot. “I was kidding,” he muttered.

Kiara seemed not to have heard him, still engrossed by the photos. She flipped the page to yet another picturesque vineyard and suddenly her hand was on Drake’s knee. He glanced down at it automatically.

“I wish you could see it! The hot summer days, picking grapes and then crushing them with your feet...” she trailed off, looking up at Drake, whose mouth was inexplicably watering. 

“Sounds,” he cleared his throat, “sounds nice.”

“It’s better than nice, c’est magnifique!”

“I-I’m sure.” He peeked down at his phone. “Oh, look, it’s time for dinner!”

“Right.” Kiara’s hand fell from his knee. “Well, let’s go, then.”

Kiara waited for Drake to get up and help her off the armchair. Once she was standing, she cleared her throat, looking pointedly at her arm.

“Oh, uh, yeah!” Drake offered her his arm and they walked out together in what, at least to him, felt like an awkward silence. He had the chance to feel relieved for a few seconds, before he realized they would probably sit together as well. 

He was right. He sat down next to her and involuntarily scanned the crowd. It took him longer than usual to find Riley, which he was cautiously pleased about until he came to the conclusion that it was only because of her company. 

What the hell is she doing with Tariq?

The fashionable noble appeared to be flirting and Riley looked hilariously bewildered. He almost snorted. Riley managed to extract herself from Tariq and took her seat at another table nearby, next to Maxwell and Bertrand.

He was wracking his brains, trying to come up with something to talk about with Lady Kiara, when he heard the blessed sound of a clinking glass.

“If I may have everyone’s attention, please,” came Liam’s voice. “I’d like to say a few words before we close this evening. First, I’d like to thank all of you for joining us out here at the country estate. I’ve had the honor and privilege to have you in my court, and I couldn’t have asked for better company.” 

He smiled out at the crowd as he said this. It may have been Drake’s bitterness, but he thought he saw Liam’s gaze linger on Riley.

He continued, “As I step into my father’s place in a few days, I can only hope that I’m half the man he’s been for Cordonia.”

“Long live Prince Liam!” Maxwell yelled from his table with cupped hands over his mouth. 

Cheers and claps erupted from all around. 

Yeah, yeah, Liam’s great. 

Drake couldn’t bring himself to clap.

Liam gestured for everyone to quiet down. “Thank you all. When next we meet like this, it’ll be the last event of the social season. As per tradition, this event will be hosted at the illustrious Beaumont House.”

“Yeeaaahhhhhh!” Maxwell exclaimed with both arms up.

Bertrand, ever the solemn one, agreed, “An honor, to be sure.”

He noticed Riley sharing surprised words with the brothers. 

Huh. How are they gonna host that? Aren’t they broke?

“The Beaumonts will surely give us another legendary night to remember.” 

When Liam said that, Drake felt Kiara’s hand squeeze his leg and nearly jumped out his seat. Looking mildly amused, she whispered, “It could certainly be a night to remember.”

Drake swallowed, although at the same time his mouth felt impossibly dry.

He barely heard Liam finish his toast with, “Until then, I thank you again, and wish you a good night.” He raised his glass and most people followed suit. Feeling guilty for his lack of applause earlier, Drake raised his own.

“Cheers!” Liam said, and the crowd echoed him.

Drake turned to Lady Kiara and as they clinked their glasses together, he murmured, “To legendary nights.”

For a split second, Kiara’s face was delightedly surprised. An instant later, she had regained her composure and was smirking at him.

Fuck, she might really like you. You’re an asshole.

Oh, come on! We’re both consenting adults and clearly there’s nothing I can do about... the other thing, so why shouldn’t I have some fun?!

Whatever, dude, you know what you are.

He drained his champagne in one gulp.

Dinner went by in a blur of delicious food and flirty conversation. Of course, they couldn’t make it too obvious – Kiara had a reputation to maintain, after all – so once in a while she’d turn to her other side to talk to Penelope.

By the time they’d all finished eating, he felt drained. It had been such a long day, and it had taken his emotions for a ride. For someone who for years had felt either bitterness or a lukewarm contentedness, it was a lot.

As soon as it was barely polite to leave, therefore, he scurried away to his room. He lied down on his bed and fell asleep almost immediately.

“Eeeeeeek!”

Something shook him out of his deep sleep. 

Did someone scream? Or was I dreaming?

He could’ve sworn he heard it come from the room next to his. 

Addams’ room. But what if I dreamed it and I barge in there and wake her up? Or even worse, what it she’s awake... with somebody. 

He weighed his options and concluded that he could not stay in his room while she might be in danger. And if he embarrassed himself, he embarrassed himself. He got dressed as quickly as he could, which was not very; flustered as he was, he put his pants on back to front and furiously corrected his mistake. Finally decent, he flew out of his room and threw Riley’s door open, caution be damned.

He found Tariq and Riley kissing. Or, should he say, Tariq kissing a very clearly unwilling Riley, who pushed him away as soon as she recovered from the shock.

Anger like he couldn’t remember feeling flooded Drake. Without thinking, he was by Tariq’s side in a second. “Get away from her,” he growled.

He seized Tariq by the shoulder roughly and dragged him away from Riley.

“Unhand me!” wailed the noble. ”How dare you enter my room without my permission!”

Tariq pulled the arm that wasn’t in Drake’s grip back and punched him square in the face. He reeled backwards in shock, his hand going to his jaw right away. He took a moment to get his bearings, then tackled Tariq with all his might. On the floor, he put up more a fight than Drake expected, rolling around and trying to pin him down. Drake struggled against Tariq’s hands and managed to flip him around once more and pin his arms.

Tariq tried to fight back a few more times. He must have known it would be useless though, because he went slack, conceding defeat. Breathing hard, Drake stood up and waited for Tariq to follow, glaring at him, daring him to attack again.

Tariq limited himself to yelling, “Who the hell do you think you are, bursting into my room?”

“This is Riley’s room. And I heard a scream.” For the first time, Drake allowed himself to doubt the conclusion he’d jumped to. “I think she wanted interrupting.”

He turned his head sharply to Riley, dreading she might contradict him.

With fire in her eyes, she replied, “Drake, Tariq deserves to have his ass kicked.”

He sighed in relief.

Tariq seemed to have shrunk. “So this isn’t to be the bold, romantic beginning to our love story?”

Riley crossed her arms and gave him a firm, “No.”

“But... I’d heard...” Tariq was looking at the floor, ashamed and confused. 

You almost feel for the guy.

“You heard wrong. And for the record, before you try to kiss someone, ask first!” Riley said, her nostrils flaring.

Yeah, never mind, he’s a piece of shit.

Tariq flushed. “Let me deeply apologize here. I’m so sorry for this transgression. I was incredibly wrong.” He started heading to the door. “Now, before I can humiliate myself any further... let me take my leave.”

He left, slamming the door after him.

Riley rounded on him. “Drake, what took you so long?”

Not wanting to go into the details of his clothing mishaps, he answered, “I know I’m in the room next to yours, but it still took me a minute to make it over here.”

“Why are you in the room next to mine, by the way?”

“Liam made sure of that. Since he couldn’t be here himself, I mean.” 

And instead of looking out for Addams, you crush on her and fall asleep when she’s in trouble. Nice going. 

“Liam would never forgive me if something... bad... happened to you.” 

There was a small silence and on impulse, he added, “And you know what? I’d never forgive myself, either.”

Having entered the room worried out of his mind and in a rush, he hadn’t had the presence of mind to register that Riley was not wearing a shirt. Until now.

Oh, shit. Ohshitoshitohshitoshit. Don’t be a creep. Don’t look at her. Oh my God, I looked. Holy shit.

She was wearing a lacy pink bra, which contrasted against her pale skin, which was luminous in the moonlit room, and her breasts – fuck me, her boobs are RIGHT. THERE – looked incredible. Drake had seen his fair share before, both in real life and in videos, but damn if there weren’t his favorite pair ever. It’s not like he hadn’t checked her out since he’d known her, but this was different. This brought him mental images he didn’t – couldn’t – want. 

He licked his lips unconsciously, noticing a beauty mark right at the upper edge of the bra. 

Okay, that’s enough or she’ll kick you out, too, you perv. Goddamn, this is gonna haunt my dreams.

He cleared his throat, “Er, Addams...”

“What?”

He glanced down again, forcing himself to make it a very quick, significant look.

“OH!” She blushed a deep red and reached to the chair where she’d carelessly thrown her top. She put it on hurriedly, and Drake was satisfied to see he was not the only one who had problems with hastily thrown-on clothes; she’d put her shirt on inside out.

Drake tried to pull his mind away from images of Riley and her bra and focus on the conversation. “Anyway, you can see why it looked bad. I heard a scream, saw you half naked with Tariq all over you...”

“Yeah, I get it.” Riley sank onto her bed.

Drake’s eyebrows furrowed with concern, “Are you okay?”

“I’ll be fine.” She sounded shaken. He couldn’t blame her. 

I wish I could stay and comfort you. I wish I could put my arms around you, but that would be... dangerous.

Instead, he said, “Well, I should get out of here before we really cause a scandal.”

He headed to the door and as he leaned in to grab the handle, he winced. He might have hurt himself tackling Tariq. 

Man, fuck nobles. Seriously. 

He tried to play it off as nothing, grabbing the doorhandle, but of course she’d seen.

“You’re hurt.” He knew he shouldn’t be enjoying her worrying about him as much as he was.

He dropped the handle and turned to her, shrugging, “Nothing a few shots of whiskey won’t fix.”

She stood up and took a couple of steps toward him. “Let me take a look. It’s the least I can do.”

“You trying to get me to take my shirt off, Addams?” he smirked, hoping she’d let it go. 

I need to get out of here.

She said, “I just want to help,” but blushed again, which made his collar grow warm.

I need to leave NOW. 

“I’m fine. Save your fussing for someone else.” He turned to the door once more, ready to escape Riley with her eyes full of concern for him, and her lips saying kind words, and her pink fucking bra.

He should’ve known, but he still didn’t expect it when she stepped in front of the door, blocking his way. The look in her eyes let him know he was definitely not going anywhere.

“Drake, you got hurt for me. I’m not letting you leave this room until you let me take a look at you!” She crossed her arms. “You can start by taking off your shirt. I think he hit your ribs pretty hard. They could be broken!”

Drake scoffed. “Wow, you’ve got a real bossy side to you, you know that?”

She put her hands on her hips and raised an eyebrow. “You think I’m being bossy? Drake, I’m taking that shirt off you myself.”

Before he could utter anything other than a startled, “Hey...” he felt small, warm hands grab the hem of his shirt and lift it. He cooperated and took it off, trying his best not to think about how much he’d like her to say that in a different context.

“So, doctor, do you see anything alarming?”

Her hands ghosted over his ribs and then his back. He suppressed a shudder.

“You’re going to have a few spectacular bruises...” she grimaced.

“Yeah, Tariq hits harder than you’d think. He almost impressed me.”

She didn’t say anything back but he thought he saw the corners of her lips twitch.

He narrowed his eyes. “What is it?”

Riley snorted. “I can’t believe you lost a fight to Tariq!”

It took Drake’s wounded pride a moment to recover from that. “I didn’t say I lost! I never said that. I definitely won. I’m just saying he got in some good hits. And I didn’t expect that from a palace brat.”

“Mmhmm,” she hummed, biting her lip to keep from laughing.

He shook his head at her and ran his fingers through his hair.

“You can be so...” 

Irritating? Funny? Smart? Fucking incredible? ... Yeah, I’d better shut up. “Never mind.” 

He cast about for a distraction. “Hey, weren’t you supposed to be tending to my wounds?”

Riley smacked a hand to her forehead. “Oh! Right. I think one of the servants fills this bucket with ice every night. You know, in case I need to chill some champagne...” She said the last part in a mockingly snobby voice.

“Or ice down a friend’s bruises.” He knew at this point that friendship was all but futile, but he was going down fighting.

“Exactly.”

Drake noticed a small cabinet on the opposite end of the room. “And it looks like someone’s left a fully stocked liquor cabinet in the corner here, so...”

He went to it and poured himself a glass of whiskey – one the finest, obviously – and looked over at Riley, who was putting ice in a cloth.

She nodded, “I’ll have whiskey. I wouldn’t make you drink alone.”

He smiled. “Heh. Thanks.”

He poured another one and handed it to her. She put it on the bedside table so she could more easily handle the improvised ice pack. She pressed it on his ribs and he hissed in pain.

“Hey! That hurts.”

He regretted the words as soon as he said it. 

Knowing Addams, she’s gonna crush the ice against my body now. 

Yet, to his surprise, she touched it to his wound much more gently. It still stung, but not nearly as much. 

Will she ever stop amazing me?

“Is that better?” she asked tenderly.

“... Actually, yeah. Didn’t realize you could be so gentle, Addams.”

“I’ve got a gentle side... you just don’t see it very often.” She continued patting him softly with the ice pack. Occasionally, she would rub her thumb soothingly over the areas she’d gone over. He knew he had the dumbest smile on his face.

“I could stand to see more of it.” It was meant as a jab at first, then he realized he would actually love to see that side of her more. Just him. He looked in her eyes and, for the umpteenth time, felt he might ruin everything if he held her gaze for too long. 

He looked down at his glass and muttered, “Thank you.” 

He drained it and went to pour himself more. 

Bad idea.

“I know I don’t act very grateful for anything most of the time, but I do... care about you.” He’d said it before, only this time it felt more high stakes. They were alone and unlikely to be interrupted. He was shirtless. He shouldn’t be saying anything at all.

She moved a step closer and murmured, “Drake, I care about you too.”

She had also said this before, but this felt... different. There was an ache in her voice he hadn’t noticed before. 

You’re imagining things. How can she even care about you? 

“You... you do?”

Her answer came without hesitation and full of conviction. “Yes.”

He rubbed his face and clenched his jaw. “You shouldn’t say things like that, Addams.”

“Why not?” He knew her more than well enough by now to see that she was honestly puzzled. That’s how he knew she cared about him only as a friend. 

Hell, I’ll explain it anyway. 

He was in too deep and the whiskey, though not enough to get him drunk, had certainly encouraged him.

“You’re here for Prince Liam. All of the suitors are. And, well, so is the entire court. All of the nobles, all of the royals, all of the servants, even. Everything and everyone in this place exists to orbit around Liam. You could almost hate him for it, if he weren’t so damned likeable.” He shook his head. “It’s dangerous for people like you and me to forget that.” 

Mostly me, really.

Riley still looked confused, but there was something else in her expression. Drake wouldn’t have believed it, except he’d become so closely acquainted with that emotion lately that there was no mistaking it: hope. 

“What are you getting at, Drake?”

He sighed. 

Are you happy in this hole you dug for yourself? 

“Hell, Addams. Don’t make me say it.”

He looked down at his glass again. 

Here goes nothing. 

He finished his drink again and set his empty glass down next to her full one. His hand was trembling.

“If we’d met somewhere else... anywhere else. At a club in New York, or in an airport, or at a party... If you hadn’t been our waitress that night, and I hadn’t been sitting next to Liam...” He mustered all of his courage, balling up his fists. 

“Do you think all of this... do you think it could’ve been different...” he swallowed, “between us?”

Say no. Just say no and kick me out. Do it.

“Drake...” she said slowly. “It would’ve been different.”

Drake inhaled sharply, wanting desperately to believe what she had just said.

“Sure, you would’ve still been gruff and I wouldn’t have let you get away with anything... But all the rest? Yeah, it would’ve been different.” They were standing so close. “Maybe everything would’ve been different.” 

She emphasized the word “everything” in a way that made his stomach flip. 

Everything. That’s what we could be.

She said yes! 

He could not wrap his head around the fact that she might return his feelings, even in a hypothetical scenario. Right now it didn’t even seem that hypothetical; her eyes were an invitation and it had never been harder to resist kissing her.

“Riley...”

He reached out, brushing his fingers on the back of her hand. He’d always thought that saying you could feel electricity when you were really attracted to someone was a cliché. 

Well, maybe it is, but it is also true. 

He felt the hairs on his hand stand on end. 

This is no shitty electric current either, it’s goddamn lightning.

Riley looked down at their hands and her fingers twitched, itching to intertwine with his. 

He panicked and dropped his hand. “What am I doing? I need to go.”

He made as if to sprint out the door, when he felt to soft arms wrap around his waist. It was not the first time he’d had the wind knocked out of him that day, but definitely the first time that made him so happy.

Fighting against everything he wanted, he forced out, “Addams... You shouldn’t.” 

Or I’ll stay. I’ll go too far. This is impossible. What if anybody sees us? What if... Liam.

“Don’t you get tired of being so careful all the time?”

He closed his eyes and bit his lip. She’d hit the nail on the head, as she always did. He was sick of this. Sick of every second he couldn’t kiss her or even hold her hand.

“Constantly,” he said in a strangled voice.

Before he had time to think it, he turned around and pulled her close, her head resting perfectly on his chest. He tangled his fingers in her hair and breathed in, knowing he would never get this chance again, marveling at how soft it felt, how amazing it smelled. 

This is... this is just... unbelievable. I get to hold her like this.

If it had been hard not to kiss her before, Drake’s effort now was nothing short of superhuman. Her smell and touch were invading all his senses and he knew he was close to losing control. 

I have to leave while I still have brain cells and before I fuck up even worse.

He pushed her away gently but firmly and tried to ignore the hurt in her eyes.

“I’ve got to get out of here. Now. Before I do something we might both regret.” He looked down at her lips.

Riley was resigned. “Okay.”

She handed him his shirt and he put it on correctly, thankfully.

He got to the door, looking at her as little as possible. “And for all our sakes,” but mostly mine, “lock your door this time...”

He looked down at the handle and noticed something odd, “Huh.”

“What is it?”

He examined it more carefully, though it was hardly necessary; the handle was completely smooth. 

“Addams... there’s no lock on your door handle.”

Riley knitted her eyebrows, “I thought they were all like that?”

He shook his head. “No. All of the other rooms on this floor lock.” Seeing her face all scrunched up with worry – she’s so damn cute – he backtracked, “It’s probably nothing.”

Her face relaxed a bit, but there was still a hint of anxiety between her eyebrows. “Probably?”

Drake had already resolved to tell Bastien about this tomorrow and investigate, but right now her rest was more important, though she should still be on guard.

“Just... be careful, okay?” He gave her a look which he hoped conveyed everything: how much she meant to him, how much he worried, that he would protect her...

He left her looking calm enough and slumped on his bed, determined to stay awake in case of anything. He didn’t think he could sleep anyway, his thoughts were bouncing uncontrollably from pure joy to heavy guilt. And hiding among them, waiting to pounce on him if he dared dream, was the image of Riley in her pink bra. 

Nope, we’re not crossing that line. 

He settled in for his sleepless night.

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Unexpected Guest (Part 3)

Prompt: Imagine working a party and seeing a mysteriously handsome man who captures your entire attention. There’s one catch: you’re engaged to a different man.

Warnings: angst, fighting, negative relationships, flirting, language, smoking (cigs? Is that even a warning? idk)...

Word Count: 4366

Notes: Inspired by Gorgeous - Taylor Swift...Beta’d by my amazing @like-a-bag-of-potatoes. I’m so blessed to call you a friend, love. OFC/OC Jeremy

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UG Tag: @bill-skarsgard-is-daddy

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Two days after the premiere, you were going back to work, looking over inventory, going over accounting, checking for any quotes or inquiries. The staff didn’t have to work yesterday since they went so late last night and there were no events yesterday. But the kitchen would be full today as they prepared for a wedding later in the day.

You grabbed your uniform, slipped it on, pulled your hair back into a pony tail, and went out to the living room, which looked like a tornado hit it. In two days, it’d gone from half-assed decent looking to resembling a natural disaster had hit. The kitchen was stacked with dirty dishes and dirty counters, the living room had empty chip bags and glasses everywhere.

“Jeremy!” you exclaimed when you finally eyed your fiance on the couch, watching TV.

“Yeah?” he called back, not looking at you.

“What the hell happened to the house? Everything looks like shit,” you noted, walking around.

“I don’t know, babe. I was jamming with the guys yesterday. Must’ve forgotten to pick up.”

You suppressed an angry sigh. “So, you didn’t work all day yesterday, you played around with your bandmates, and failed to clean up this pigsty?”

“Hey, lay off, I don’t get on your ass when you’re out late all the time,” he remarked.

“I’m working, Jeremy! I’m late because I’m at events! But when I have off time, I’m cleaning. I would expect the same from you!”

“I wanted some time to relax. No one’s coming over,” he rebutted, irritated. You stormed over to stand in front of him.

“It’s not about whether or not we’re expecting guests. It’s about how I had this house looking pretty good, even though I’m up to my eyes in work, and then you and your friends trash it and don’t give a fuck.”

“I’ll clean it later,” he responded, still not looking at you as he waved his hand dismissively.

“No, you won’t,” you said. “You always say that, but you never do. Do you work today?”

“No.”

You took a deep breath before you lost your temper completely. “Okay, then can you clean up? Please? I just want the kitchen, living room, and hall bathroom done. Is that so much to ask?”

“God damn, Y/N, get off my back. The other guy’s don’t deal with this shit from their girlfriends,” he said, looking over to you and getting up.

“Because they work, they make most of the money, and they pay the mortgage,” you stated, not entirely happy with what you just said, but this was ridiculous. Jeremy worked forty hours a week if he was lucky, at a relatively easy job, with two days off every week and he couldn’t do simple household chores. Meanwhile, you were the breadwinner, worked sixty, sometimes seventy hours a week, and sometimes no days off, yet you still managed to clean up the house and keep it looking nice. So when you were basically the only one doing anything, it was highly irritating to have him just sitting the fuck around all the time.

“Oh, so there it is! It’s because I don’t make enough money!” he said, his voice raising as he finished getting a beer from the fridge.

“It’s not that you don’t make enough, Jeremy, it’s that you don’t contribute to our mortgage at all. I don’t understand that. If we’re going to be married, whenever that is, you need to help me with bills and payments.”

“Why should I? I didn’t pick this place out. Besides, I pay for water and electricity,” he stated as if that made up for it, before falling back onto the couch.

“So because you didn’t pick this house that we’re sharing, you’re refusing to help pay for it? That’s not what a partnership is…” you reminded, your voice getting softer.

“I thought me paying utilities and you paying the mortgage was a good way to split the difference,” he said, shrugging, indifferent as his eyes were on the screen.

“No...Jeremy, that’s not…” You sighed, letting the argument fall off. “You know what? Fuck it. Forget it. Please clean something today. I have to get to work. The place that keeps a roof over your head and your friends when you want to ‘jam’.”

You grabbed your purse and went out the door, slamming it on the way. You were fuming at this point. How could he think that paying only that little helped the financial situation? How could he sit there and not clean or grocery shop or do anything and just think that’s okay? Why did you let it go on for this long too?

Three years, you’d been engaged to him, dating two years before that. With no end in sight for the engagement. No date had ever been set. Every time you brought it up, he shot it down and said to not rush things.

For the longest time, he was dedicated to his music and you wanted to support him, like he supported you for going through culinary school. Their second album did very well last year, but since then, they haven’t recorded one note. They all just hang out. Occasionally they have an idea or tune here or there, but it never transforms into a full song. Now, he worked a go-nowhere job as a cleanup guy at a company. There was no room for progress or growth or promotion opportunities. He refused to look for another job or find anything better. When you had stressed to him that his job had no prospects, he argued that it did.

For years now, he seemed to refuse to better himself in any regard, and lately, it was starting to wear on you more and more. You were giving him less of the benefit of the doubt, less of the devoted, supportive fiance and you became the woman that was trying to kick his ass into gear. If he was going to be your husband, he needed to step up and act like an adult and take responsibility to push himself to be the best he could be.

You arrived at the office and a few minutes in, your meat guy came by to deliver the meat to be butchered. You attended to that order, having Ryan help you stock the other meat until you could get to it and telling Eva to get the marinade ready for when you were done cutting the meat. Once you were done butchering all the meat, you checked where everyone was at for prepping for the wedding later. Everyone except Oscar was on time. You stressed he needed to pick up the pace then you went into your office to begin the paperwork side of the business.

After ten minutes, Ida came into your office.

“Mornin’,” she greeted.

“Hey,” you said as your eyes were glued to the screen, trying to read through a request from a new customer. “What’s up?”

“Not much. Got the finger foods done for the wedding, they’re labeled and stocked. What’s next?”

“Start on the soups. The list is on the action board,” you informed, your eyes still not meeting hers. When you didn’t hear her leave, your eyes snapped up to her. “What’s wrong?” you wondered. Was she not feeling well and needed to go home? Is something wrong in the kitchen? Ida typically never hung around unless your attention was needed. She worked fast so if she was lingering, there was an issue.

“Nothing. You just seem...off today, everything okay?” she inquired, her big, bright eyes concerned as they remained planted on your face.

You were going to lie and say you were just busy and tired, but you felt like you needed to tell her the truth. Probably because she was your best friend and deserved the truth.

“No, Jeremy and I had a fight,” you confessed, sighing as you looked up at her.

“What about?”

“Him being lazy.”

“What’s new?” she remarked, half-under her breath and you gave her a warning look. “I’m sorry,” she gently offered. “But seriously, he’s never exactly been the go-getter. Why are you just now getting upset?”

“That’s the other thing I don’t know. I guess I gave him the benefit of the doubt for so long, but it’s always bothered me. I used to just think ‘That’s okay, I’ll take care of it.’ But as time goes on...Ida, we’re supposed to be married at some point. He’ll be my husband, help me raise kids...But he can’t even do laundry or pick up his own socks? He can’t help with bills except paying two of the utilities? What does that say? Not to mention, he doesn’t ever look at me anymore and we aren’t even married. I guess as I get more and more work with the business and he does less and less, it’s really starting to put a strain on us,” you confided, crossing your arms and leaning back in your chair. “I don’t know what to do about it.”

She nodded slowly, pressing her lips into a thin line as she thought.

“Well what’s the biggest issue?” she inquired as she leaned against your desk, her own arms crossing across her white smock.

You let out a breath. “I guess...the cleaning. If he cleaned more, it would be less for me to do at home. I don’t mind the bills so much and the sex thing is just a phase probably because I’m busy and tired and if he wanted to do anything I’d probably say no anyway because I have no energy.”

“Okay, why do you think he doesn’t get it done?”

You shrugged. “He says he forgets, but I don’t get how when he’s literally sitting on top of the mess.”

“Hmm. I know it’ll sound weird but maybe he needs a to-do list, or a chores list.”

“A chores list? Ida, come on, he’s a grown fucking man.”

“Hear me out,” she started, “maybe he does forget or maybe the entire house being a wreck is overwhelming. Maybe just text him like three or four things to do. You want the kitchen spotless? Text him and tell him to do the dishes, clean the counters, and sweep the floors. You want dishes done and the bathroom sparkling? Text him that.”

“I don’t know. If he needs all that, that’s a little alarming,” you said.

She shrugged. “Not necessarily. I mean, he does work too, not as much as you but granted. He doesn’t need to spend all of his free time cleaning. So, this way he can do a few things in his off time, he’ll get done what you want, he has no excuse to say he forgot since it’s on a text, and then you can do a little bit when you get home. So, now it’s divided and fair.”

You nodded. “I’ll give it a whirl.”

“Great. Now let’s go make some soup.”

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While you worked on the meals and prep and unloading deliveries, Ida continued to try to talk to you, but this time it wasn’t about Jeremy.

“So have you talked to Bill?” Ida wondered idly, a curious tone snaking into her voice.

“No,” you responded, a little short.

“Oh, did you not get his number?”

“No, I did, but I’m not reaching out to him,” you informed, a bit curt.

“Why not? You two seemed to hit it off. You disappeared all night to be with him,” she stated, confused as to why you wouldn’t reach out.

“That’s precisely why I don’t want to. Talking to him while I’m pissed off at Jeremy is just inviting trouble,” you remarked as you worked.

“Or, he’ll be a nice shoulder to cry on,” she encouraged.

“Why are you supporting this? You’re the one who told me to stay away from him and reminded me I’m engaged.”

She shrugged as she cut vegetables. “I was just being overly protective. Maybe this guy just wants to be friends. Nothing wrong with having another friend to talk to about your fiance. Maybe he can even help, offer a guy’s perspective,” she suggested.

“Maybe,” you mused, not entirely sold on the idea.

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The main crew was out at a wedding, leaving two cooks behind to help clean up the kitchen, with you assisting. By the time you all were done, it was around 7:45 pm, and you were exhausted. Everyone had vacated the kitchen and you were locking up, when a voice sounded behind you.

“Hey!” the smooth voice called, startling the wits out of you.

You jumped and dropped your keys, but your instincts forced you to look at who had made you jump in the first place, before trying to recover them. Your eyes landed on the unmistakable face and you saw Bill, dressed in a black sweater and blue jeans, again, looking delectable.

“Bill? What are you doing here? You scared the shit out of me!” you yelled, glaring at him before picking up the keys on the ground.

He laughed softly as he approached. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I just wanted to come by and see how your day went.” He flashed you a smile that made your pulse race.

“You came all the way to my kitchen to ask that?” you wondered, curious and a little uncomfortable about that. While Bill was handsome and you liked him, you still didn’t know him very well and he could be a psycho killer.

He shook his head and looked down, kicking pebbles on the sidewalk as he stuffed his hands in his pockets, looking like a nervous kid, about to ask something. Strange, it was odd to think someone as good looking and charming as him could be nervous about anything. A small laugh escaped his mouth before he admitted, “Uh, no, not quite. I was hoping you’d text me and I could ask this but...You never texted so…” He shrugged, letting you fill in the blanks. “I wanted to know if you wanted to go out to dinner.” He lifted his face to give you a direct look, asserting his question.

You shook your head and put your things in your purse. “Uh, I’m not sure, Bill. We just met...” Of course you wanted to..God, did you want to. You wanted to get to know him, like he had tried to get to know you that night at the premiere. The worst part was you knew you shouldn’t want any of that, yet...you still did.

He nodded slowly. “Well, having dinner we could get to know each other better?” he inquired, that innocent look popping onto his face again, making him irresistible.

“I can’t,” you said, shaking your head, uncertain about all of this. Knowing you should just tell him goodnight and get in your car.

“You can’t eat?” he questioned, knowing full well what you meant.

“I’m engaged,” you stressed, your eyes hard on his.

“Your fiance won’t let you eat?” he asked, pretending not to know what you were getting at, and keeping a very serious and straight face while he did it.

“No,” you retorted, your voice firm. “But I’m not sure it’s a good idea…”

“A good idea to go get food?”

Man, he was good at this. Bastard…

You huffed out air.

“When was the last time you ate a meal you didn’t prepare?” Bill suddenly asked you. You were about to answer when he cut you off. “Delivery pizza doesn’t fucking count.”

Nodding your head side to side, you acquiesced, “Fine. It’s been awhile since I’ve been out to eat. Happy?” Truth be told, you think the last time you had been taken to a restaurant was when you got engaged and Jeremy took you out one night.

“On the contrary, no. Someone like you should be taken out often. What do you say?”

“I say you’re rather obvious,” you retorted, a small amount of venom in your voice as you went to walk past him. Even if he was rather hard to say no to, part of you didn’t like him coming on so strong to you when you repeatedly told him you were engaged. Maybe he could sense that you wanted more than what he was offering though, deep down.

He turned to follow right beside you.

“I’m sorry. Look, I’m not trying to make you uncomfortable. I just want to take you out, get to know you, be your friend. Okay? I don’t want anything more if you don’t.”

You slowed and turned to face him.

“Just dinner?”

“Just dinner and two people who just met getting to know each other. Please? Come on, won’t it be nice to eat something you didn’t slave over?”

A sideways smile crept onto your face. “Well..Yeah..”

“Great! Where do you want to go?”

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You insisted you drive, and you picked the italian restaurant about six blocks over. You’d heard great things but clearly had never been. As soon as you got there, you texted Ida to tell her you were with Bill and where you were, just as a safety measure. You really didn’t think Bill meant any harm, but you could never be too careful these days. Then you shot a text to Jeremy telling him you’d be out for dinner with a friend. He said he’d go out with the guys for drinks then. You rolled your eyes, knowing that meant he probably wouldn’t clean or didn’t clean.

After you got seated and ordered food and drinks, he jumped right into it.

“So how was work?” he wondered, delight dancing in his eyes as they glued themselves to you.

“Uh, hectic. We had a lot to catch up on, then we had a wedding today. Three more weddings got booked, a couple of private house parties, another premiere in two months…” You stopped there, figuring he got the idea. “Just a normal day in the life of a caterer,” you mused, a slight smile on your face.

“Sounds exciting,” he commented.

“It can be,” you agreed lightly. “Some days it’s a mad house, some days it’s all prep work, most days it’s a full mixture. It’s just constant work of stocking, inventory, prepping, cooking, cleaning. Then it’s on repeat.”

“And do you still love it as much as when you first started?” he inquired.

“Um, I think I love it more,” you admitted. “When I first started, you know, it was a lot of rejection, a lot of critiquing, a lot of hearing how I wasn’t good enough. But countless hours in the kitchen and subjecting Jeremy to taste test after taste test, we finally got it. I recruited my best friend and basically started a business out of my home, just the two of us. Then we needed a third person because we were getting booked so much. Eventually, I took out a loan, bought a kitchen, hired some more staff and with the extra hands and more room to properly work, we could fulfill orders better.”

“That sounds like you’re living the dream,” he commented, a grin pulling at his pouting lips that made a fire come alive inside you.

“I really am. I’m really fortunate. I’ve gotten to meet a lot of great people through this and go to so many events I never thought I’d even dream of going to.”

“So the fiance, does he support your work?” he asked, his green eyes intense on yours, forcing you to look away.

“Uh, I suppose he is. I mean, he was at first. And he likes that it pays the bills, but he doesn’t care much to hear me moan and groan about the complaints of a business owner.”

“Shouldn’t he be there for you when you’re having a tough time? Isn’t that what partnerships are for?”

“Uh, yeah,” you said a little hesitantly. You never really liked airing your dirty laundry to people, except maybe Ida because she was your best friend and you’d known her for close to ten years, but to strangers or anyone else, you never felt it was their business if you and Jeremy were on the rocks. “But he’s busy with his stuff too,” you defended.

Bill slightly nodded as the waiter came by with bread and the drinks, making you want to change the topic. As much as you loved talking about your work, your entire life was work and you wanted to get to know him. Besides, you really didn’t want to talk about Jeremy any more today.

“So, are you from LA? Did you grow up here?” you asked before sipping your ice water.

He looked down for a brief moment. “Uh, no. I grew up in Sweden,” he answered, seeming a little embarrassed or perhaps shy.

You nearly choked on your water. You had no idea he wasn’t a native American, his accent didn’t really give it away. Not to mention you had a thing for just about any European guy. A red hot blush filled your cheeks as you tried to regain your composure and not let your hormones take complete control of the situation.

“That must be...different,” you tried. You had very little knowledge of Sweden. If it was cold, hot, dry, humid.

“From LA? Yeah, just a little,” he commented, causing a chuckle to escape, making your insides warm at the sound.

“What’s your hometown, if you don’t mind me asking?”

After he finished his sip of water, he answered you, “Vällingby.” When his accent came into play, you thought your underwear would slide right off you. Maybe talking about his home town wouldn’t be a prudent idea. But you did want to know about him.

“Do you miss it?”

“Every now and again, but most of my family is over here now so, not much,” he informed. “It is this suburban town right outside of Stockholm so...LA is a lot more trafficy than it was there.” A laugh went between the two of you.

“Yeah I bet. So why did you move?”

“I--” he started before the waiter came back to tell you that the food would be out in just a moment and to refill your glasses.

When he was gone, the two of you smiled at each other, trying to pick up where you left off.

“So, you? You from LA?” he questioned, gesturing with his chin at you while his long fingers danced around his glass, mesmerizing you. Your mind went to places about those fingers of his that it shouldn’t have.

Snapping from your fantasy, your eyes peeled from his fingers to his face, the heat rising in your cheeks. “Uh, no. I’m from Sacramento.”

“Oh wow, long way away,” he noted.

“Just a little. Not quite as far as yours though,” you teased with a laugh.

After that, the conversation flowed smoothly. Talking books and your favorite things to do in LA. You told him of your dream to travel the world and he had made a passive comment about wishing he could take you all over the world. At one point he noted that you looked young to have amassed what you have. You explained you graduated high school a year early, then the same with college, and culinary school went by in a flash. That’s why you were only twenty five and had a lot under your belt already. He seemed highly impressed with that which made you become even more attracted to him, until you quashed those feelings deep down.

When dinner was done, you went outside to share a smoke break before getting into the car. Again, your eyes and mind were fixated on his hands, his mouth, and that tobacco between his lips, with salacious thoughts entering your head. You drove back to your restaurant to drop him off at his car. Once you parked, you turned to him, the car still running.

“Thank you for dinner,” you said sweetly.

“My pleasure,” he assured. “I was happy to finally have some one on one time with you.”

“Me too,” you agreed with a wide grin. The two of you stared at each other for a moment, making the air in the car thick and hard to breathe. You broke the spell, shaking your head, a light laugh escaping your lips. “Bill...I...I want you to know that this between us, it can’t go any further. I’m engaged and even though he and I are...having a rough patch, I don’t want you to get the wrong idea. I’m not the sort of girl that goes around with random guys, flirting. Don’t get me wrong, you’re great and really handsome but...I just...I can’t go further than friendship and I don’t want you to think I’m stringing you along.”

He frowned a fraction of a second before looking at you. “Y/N, I don’t want to ever do anything that would make you uncomfortable. I really do want to be friends. You’re a cool chick. You’re pretty laid back except for when it comes to your job, and that’s sort of what I look for in friends. People who work hard at their job, but when it’s time to kick back, they do.”

You nodded at him. “Well, good. I didn’t want you to think I was leading you on.”

He shook his head. “No. Not at all. We flirted a bit, but you’re a really beautiful woman and you’re successful and independent. Can you blame me?” he asked with a wicked smile that shot through to your core.

You laughed through the blush and shook your head. “No, I guess not.”

“Thanks for the fun evening,” he quietly said when the two of you had calmed down a bit.

“Yeah, you too.”

“Goodnight,” he said as he leaned over to give you a hug that you happily returned. He jumped out of the car and then leaned back in the open window. “Now text me. I’m not a stranger anymore. You’re out of excuses.” He winked, patted the car with his hand, and walked away.

#unexpected guest #bill skarsgard #bill skarsgård x reader #bill skarsgard x reader #bill skarsgard fic

[sagechan]

writer’s tag

tagged by the wonderful @esselley tysm darling <33

1) How many works in progress to do you currently have in progress?

i have.......so many...i just counted.....in terms of actual storylines (not even counting the total number of documents per story/other smaller random stuff/poem drafts) i have......t h i r t e e n

2) Do you/would you write fan fiction?

nah it sounds like a thankless job ;/

(don’t call me out for this you evil wombats, of course i write fanfiction here on tungle dot com lmao)

3) Do you prefer paper books or ebooks?

I prefer paper, but honestly any form of reading is fine as long as i get to read.

4) When did you start writing?

idk, trying to pin that down is like trying to answer “when did you want to be a wizard when you were younger!!!” b/c let’s face it we’ve all been through a wizard phase, and trying to answer that is impossible (b/c we all still want to be wizards). always? yesterday? i feel like i’m constantly re-discovering “oh, I enjoy doing this thing, maybe I should do this, like, all the time”

5) Do you have someone you trust that you share your work with?

lmfao i don’t even trust myself!!!!

nah, tbh i trust a lot of people with my writing! i’m currently in a creative writing class at school and the group is pretty good. i’ve got some good friends from a conference i went to over the summer that i’ll read my poems to via our snapchat group text and i would trust all of them with My Life (and my writing, of course). as far as fanfiction goes, i don’t really have anyone, unfortunately :( Almost everything I write is un-beta’d or unread until it gets to you guys, which gets kinda lonely lol

6) Where is your favourite place to write?

anywhere, i will literally write on anything in any place

7) Favourite childhood book?

Series of Unfortunate Events; The Bartimeaus Trilogy; Percy Jackson and the Olympians; Harry Potter; Guardians of Ga’Hoole.....asking me to name just one is Ridiculous, who came up with these questions lolol

8) Writing for fun or writing for publication?

Both, all. I’m already a published poet so that’s A Thing I do, fanfiction is for fun (as is everything else of course, why else would I do it?), and the novel I have written, scrapped, and re-scrapped is for publication if I can get my butt in gear this year and really buckle down!!

9) Pen and paper or computer?

Both tbh. It’s much easier to use the computer, but I still love the feeling of writing with a pen and paper, so I usually do that for poetry, then transcribe it later. Longer stuff is all on the computer.

10) Have you ever taken any writing classes?

M A N Y. I’m in a creative writing course/workshop this semester, I’ve taken classes on memoirs, editing for publication, reading “like a writer,” women writers, currently in a victorian lit class and a medicine in literature class, also taken a Eastern/Western film and lit course, detective lit, currently in a speculative fiction class, will be taking a (second) shakespeare class and an African-American poetry course next semester, I’m LOADED with writing At All Times

11) What inspires you to write?

two days ago I saw a man riding a bicycle stop on the side of the road to push a turtle that had rolled onto its back off the side of the curb and back onto the grass. he said something to the turtle and I like to think the turtle said something back. I write because of that.

Thanks for playing, I’ll tag @majoringinsarcasm, @dontperishyet, @byesweetheart, @someone-stole-my-shoes, and if you want to do this too, just say I tagged you and I’ll come check out your answers!

#tagged #tag game #writers #writing #ty essie!! <333 #sage talks

[geleixi]

HEY HI HELLO!!

i have been gone for a little while, and i came back but haven’t really been active. so i guess i’d like to give a ~life update~ of sorts, even tho the only thing that has really happened to me is that my semester started lmao

so--LMAO--tumblr suspended access to my main blog (this one) because i had hoarded urls when i was sixteen. it didn’t feel like a big deal, bc they said that i could just delete any blogs i had that weren’t being used and email them back and i could get access back, but it ended up taking, like, three weeks for them to do anything. okay. whatever.

i guess i want to say right here and right now that i don’t foresee myself ever deleting my blog unannounced, so if it looks like i have, it is /probably/ tumblr’s doing. i have a lot of cool mutuals here that i’d like to keep in touch with after tumblr’s inevitable demise, so if we’re mutuals and you’d like to exchange contact info/other social media, feel free 2 ask at any time!!

as for other things in my life, i guess mostly i feel like if 2016 was the year of pokemon, then 2017 is the year of yugioh

i’ve been playing a LOT of ygo duel links, like A LOT, especially after i had my tumblr suspended. for a while, it was really emotionally draining a lot of the time, because a lot of REALLY horrible people like to hang out on the global chat feature, like honestly the worst kinds of people you can expect on an unmoderated chat in an online game, esp at this moment in history, and i tried dealing with it in ways that were maybe not so smart.

sidenote: for the pegasus event, i managed to get all of pegasus’s drops, but i was at 1.9mil points when the event ended...... i was SO CLOSE to getting the event-exclusive icon, but alas. oh well.

but it’s a fun game, and i got two of my friends to start playing it too. i’ve just been hanging out with my housemates a lot since i shut myself in during finals last semester, so one of them lives in my house, and the other lives across the street and is also in the frat that lives in this house.

i need to kind of back away from duel links for a little bit though, bc all of my characters are nearing lvl30 and soon i won’t have any sustainable way to get gems. so this might be me saying that i’ll try to be slightly more active on tumblr again?

i guess it’s kinda funny bc i sort of ended up living in this house as a last resort, and i stayed away from the people in it for most of last semester because i felt like i couldn’t REALLY be a part of them since i’m not in their frat, but they turned out to be really nice people with similar interests and politics to mine (as opposed to just politics, as is the case for the friends i’ve made elsewhere). one of them even told me yesterday that they value my presence here and that they don’t want me to feel like there should be anything keeping me away from rushing, which was really nice. they do a good job of making me feel included, and they show me physical affection, which i have been starved for. i guess i feel less on edge and more comfortable around these housemates than i have around any other friend group my entire time in college, which is nice and unexpected.

so yeah ANYWAY lmao i ended up being able to see ygo: dark side of dimensions on jan 28, the day after it came out!! i originally thought i’d have to take a bus to connecticut to see it, bc rhode island is too tiny and for a really long time the ticket website didn’t say that any theaters in massachusetts were showing it. i didn’t really want to go alone and, understandably, none of my friends were willing to catch a bus at 3am to see it in connecticut, so i made a tinder profile to see if i could find someone who was willing to go with me LMAO. i have a tinder now, is what i’m saying.

but it turned out that there WERE theaters in massachusetts showing it, bc one of my housemates, one that i haven’t even really gotten very close to, just randomly told me he was driving up there to see it with a mutual friend, who has never seen ygo lmao. so i tagged along, and i brought my housemate who also plays duel links, and I GOT TO SEE IT!!!! and it was only like a 30-45min drive, and i didn’t have to buy bus tickets, and i went with people i knew, so it was v miraculous lmao

i have mixed feelings lmao. i can make a post about it later, but idk what other people thought? I AM VERY HAPPY THAT RYOU GOT CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT THOUGH

i’ve been watching some episodes of the gx dub with a few of my friends in this house, which has also been really fun. if another one gets the time, we’re gonna start the 5d’s dub together, which i’ve never seen. i also met another girl yesterday who is a mentee in the asian american mentoring program that i’m a mentor for, and she’s really into ygo too, so i’m gonna see if she wants to watch with us sometime. honestly this is kind of a dream come true; i’ve always wanted friends to watch ygo with...... i’ve always wanted yugibros LMAO

there are a couple things in my life that aren’t really going quite so well, too, i guess. i’m taking four seminars this semester, one for every day of the week from monday through thursday. it’s, like, sort of draining to have to sit in a single class for 2.5+ hrs, and they’re all very reading-heavy so i’m not sure if i’ll be able to keep up. i’m already falling behind in the thursday one, which is a requirement for me.

they’re all also in the late afternoon, so my sleep schedule right now is just fucked. the thursday one runs from 6:40pm to 9:10, which is just really fucking awful. i hate it. i don’t fall asleep until after the sun rises anymore. i’m pretty much nocturnal now. it’s kind of a big problem. i don’t even really feel like a person anymore, tbh.

this is a lot of text, but i feel like i had more to say. umm.

i have not yet watched s2 of voltron, so i currently have it blacklisted.

i finally FINALLY went to see hidden figures!!!!

and i went to go see the sailor moon r movie today with my two duel links friends lmao

so i guess the tl;dr version of all of this is that i’m in a pretty happy place socially this semester, and ygo has been VERY much on the mind, but i’m also, like, not very functional right now either

#personal #this is a LONG POST and it's very scattered lmao #just a bunch of things that i wanted to have been able to share earlier but couldn't

[tovarischlouis]

@moonshinelouis​ tagged me to answer 50 questions i’ve never been asked before, so i shall. thanks hon

what is the colour of your hairbrush? i have two, one is violet and the other one is black

a food you never eat? aubergine! liver! mondongo (which is apparently tripe)! brains! hard boiled eggs! and tbh i dislike eggs cooked almost every other way as well

are you typically too warm or too cold? too warm

what were you doing 45 minutes ago? checking what i’ve been missing in tumblr these last few days and reading cherik fic much like i’m doing rn

what is your favourite candy bar? i like cereal bars that have apple in them but i also love lengüetazo and nugatons

have you ever been to a professional sports event? i don’t think so

what is the last thing you said out loud? just now i sang the chorus to i don’t love you by mcr but if that doesn’t count i yelled at mum that i couldn’t understand what she was quietly telling me from the other side of the damn house

what is your favourite ice cream? strawberry but also chocolate tentación from trevi.... oh or banana dolca also from trevi. cremolatti also has chocolate with orange bits which i had once many many years ago and still have a craving for

what was the last thing you had to drink? cold water but before that i had warm milk with a little sugar which is delicious and doesn’t make my chest hurt like cocoa does even tho i love cocoa :(

do you like your wallet? nope i want a slimmer simple one

what was the last thing you ate? we had stuffed pizza with a beet and mayonnaise salad and fried potatoes for lunch

did you buy any new clothes last weekend? lol with what money. nope i haven’t

the last sporting event you watched? the last match argentina had in the last football world cup i guess?

what is your favourite flavour of popcorn? popcorn with caramel i guess? i didn’t know there was flavoured popcorn

who is the last person you sent a text message to? this is a cruel q my mobile’s battery died a week ago. it may have been to a uni mate

ever go camping? i hadn’t been in fifteen years but this summer i did and it was chaotic but i came out of it better than i was when we arrived

do you take vitamins i should be but i’m not taking them lmao

do you go to church every sunday? nope

do you have a tan? HAHAHAHAHAHA yeah but i don’t like tans and it was accidental. it doesn’t even look like a tan, i’m so pale

do you prefer Chinese food or pizza i’ve never had chinese food that wasn’t sushi which i dislike but chinese food

do you drink your soda with a straw? i try not to drink soda but when i do i don’t use straws nop

what colour socks do you usually wear? i like patterned socks but i only have one pair that is like that

do you ever drive above the speed limit? i don’t drive nor i intend to learn to

what terrifies you? cockroaches, i get really bad vertigo and also my existencial uselessness tadah

look to your left, what do you see? a knorr soups box that does not contain soups

what chore do you hate? hanging clothes in the laundry line, cleaning this house in particular which is annoying bc cleaning around is my favourite de stressing mechanism

what do you think of when you hear an Australian accent? miss fisher’s murder mysteries. it makes me think of dottie and hugh specifically

what’s your favourite soda? 7up or orange manaos

do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive-thru? go in as i don’t have a car and never want to have one lmao

who’s the last person you talked to? mum, i think

favourite cut of beef? in asado it’s vacío. for schnitzel it’s nalga. otherwise idk love i’m still learning about meat cuts

last song you listened to? i’m currently listening to teenagers by mcr

last book you read? the communist manifest, supposedly. in reality i wish i were even touching a book but i can’t bring up the necessary motivation to do it :(

favourite day of the week? i used to really love wednesdays bc i got to spend them at uni without the pressure of having class but i think it’s fridays now

can you say the alphabet backwards? nope

how do you like your coffee? with lots of sugar but i can’t have coffee anymore if i don’t want to have a fucking awful pain in my chest

favourite pair of shoes? oh i have platforms a uni mate gave to me which are amazing and i miss wearing them

at what time do you normally go to bed? i go to bed sometime around 9pm rn but at this time of year if things were normal it would be around midnight

at what time do you normally get up? listen it depends. if i’m sleeping at all during the night it will be 7-8am. if i’m sleeping wrong then it’s 5-7pm and if i’m not sleeping.... at like 10pm

what do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets? sunsets

how many blankets are on your bed? one, but i long to have like seven

describe your kitchen plates? the ones we use are kind of small and multicoloured, they’re hard plastic

do you have a favourite alcoholic beverage? i don’t like drinking but if i can have exactly one glass of a little gancia and a lot of 7-up or sprite with a little lemon then that’s ok

do you play cards? if the people i’m playing with have the patience to explain the game to me for the nth time

what colour is your car? i have a black english bicycle, we don’t own a car

can you change a tire? do i look like-? nope i can’t

what is your favourite state/province? of the ones i’ve visited..... oh well i can’t choose between chubut and córdoba, but i love mountains and the closest to that i’ve been to was the sierras in córdoba which i love (wtf there’s no word in english for the specific kind of mountain a sierra is? or is that a hill?)

favourite job you’ve ever had? i like administrative work but the one job i had like that was not.... it won’t ever be my favourite job

how did you get your biggest scar? i burnt myself on my date’s bike’s tailpipe (if that’s what it’s called idk) and then i never told him i did but i have that burn scar on my right calf

what did you do today that made someone else happy? i had a tee on while i had breakfast which i’m assuming made my mum happy after she scolded me for only wearing my bra yesterday and it doesn’t come across on text but i’m still pissed about that

i don't know who to tag so i tag everyone who sees this and wants to give it a go

#popi says #about me #hehe i took an age to do this sorry i was lying on my bed feeling sorry for myself #and reading cherik fic bc yes

[mymentalityarises]

84 Questions

Put your music player of choice on shuffle and list the first 10 songs.

1. Silk City, Dua Lipa - Electricity ft. Diplo, Mark Ronson.

2. Zara Larsson - Ruin My Life

3. Halsey - Without Me

4. Billie Eilish - when the party's over

5. Slipknot - Solway Firth

6. CueStack - Alive

7. Falling In Reverse - "Drugs"

8. Killswitch Engage - Unleashed

9. Desiigner- Panda

10.  DJ Snake ft. Bipolar Sunshine - Middle 

If you could spend a week anywhere in the world, where would it be and why? Would you take anyone with you? Denmark. My family is from there and I really want to see Europe. I would go alone. Or with Danish relatives.

What is your preferred writing implement? (eg. Blue pen, pencil, green pen) Black sharpie.

Favourite month and why? Early October. Because I’m a spooky bitch.

Do you have connections to any celebrities (even minor)? List them. No.

Name 3 items you could pick up from where you are. Wine bottle, pad of paper, pen cap.

What brand logo is closest to you currently? Sutter Island.

Do you ever play board games or other non-computer games? Got any favourites? Not really a board game but i love Yahtzee.

A musical artist you love that isn’t well known? Kerli.

A musical artist you love that is well known? Kurt Cobain.

What is your desktop background currently? A sunflower.

Last person you talked to, and throught what you talked to them? My mom. I was saying good night so i was okay.

First colour name you can think of that isn’t in the rainbow? Teal.

What timekeeping devices are in the room you are currently in? Thermostat, computer, phone.

What kind of headphones do you use? just regular ones? over the ear ones. nothing fancy. theyre red.

What musical artists have you seen perform live? Eric Burdon and the Animals, Beck, 21 pilots, Uncle Kracker, Avenged Sevenfold, Five finger death punch, Breaking Benjamin, a Bullet for my Valentine, Korn, Stone Sour, Ded, Yelawolf. Skillet, Bad Wolves, Nothing More, Dream Theater, Pop Evil.

Does virginity matter to you? Nah.

What gaming consoles do you or your family own? Lol none really. Might have an old ps2 somewhere. Oh and a wii.

What pets do you have? What are their names? My dog, Daisy died when I was 17. We never got another.

What’s the best job you’ve ever had? I’ll keep you posted.

What’s the worst job you’ve ever had? McDonalds.

What magazines do you read, if any? Woman’s Health sometimes. Or weed magazines. or Rolling Stone.

Inspiration behind your URL? No clue where it came from tbh.

Inspiration behind your blog title? sameeeee.

Favourite item of clothing? A baggy tee.

Are you friends with any exes? HELLLL NOOOOO.

Name at least one book you loved as a child. Any junie b jones book.

What’s your native language? If that language has distinct regional variations, which variation? (eg. AU English, US English) US Midwestern English. 

What email service do you use? G-mail.

Is there anything hanging on the walls of the room you are currently in? Danish flag, Marvel poster, Nirvana poster and map of the world.

What’s your favourite number, and why? 19. My b-day and I just like it.

Earliest moment in your life you can remember? i remember a little bit from the cruise i went on when i was 3.

What did you have for dinner yesterday? scrambled eggs.

How often do you brush your teeth? i try to every day. some days depression gets the best of me.

What’s your favourite candy/chocolate? Don’t really have a favorite tbh

Have you had other blogs on Tumblr? Do you have any other blogs currently? nopeeee.

If you were suddenly really hungry, what would you choose to eat? pb & honeyy.

What fandoms would you consider yourself a part of? MARVEL.

If you could study anything, what would it be? Witchcraft and voodooism.

Do you use anything on your lips? (eg. Chapstick, gloss, balm, lipstick) sometimes liquid lipstick if i did my face that day.

How would you describe your sense of humour? Dark, a little cynical. Random.

What things annoy you more than anything else? LOL that list is entirely too long.

What kind of position are you in at the moment? Sitting at a computer.

Do you wear much jewellery? No.

Who is the leader of your country, currently? Any other levels of government with leaders? (State, region, province, county, district, municipality, etc) Idk all those people and I’m not looking it up. But stupid fucking Donald Trump is the god damn president of the United States. LUCKILY it’s his last year!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Last 3 blogs on your dashboard, not including any of your own? idk.

What do you carry your money in? my black and white polka dotted wallet.

Do you enjoy driving? Why or why not? most of the time yes. with traffic/construction? NOOOOOO.

Longest drive you have ever been on? However far it is to go from Michigan to Florida.

Furthest away from home you have ever been? Florida loloolll

How many times have you moved house? none.

What is on the floor of the room you’re currently in, not including furniture? a rug, a box, piano bench.

How many devices do you own which can access the internet? three.

Is there is anything that is guaranteed to always make you happy? lol yep.

Is there anything that always makes you sad? duh.

What programs do you currently have open? this and youtube.

What do you associate the colour red with? blood.

Last strong smell you can remember smelling? weed.

Last healthy thing you ate? broccoli. 

Do you drink tea or coffee, and how much per day? coffee, about 2-4 cups.

What do you associate the colour blue with? water.

How long is the closest ruler you can find? 12 inches.

What colour pants/skirt/etc are you currently wearing? hot pink thong.

When was the last time you drank water? earlier.

How often do you clear your browser history? not often enough haha

Do you believe nude photos can be artistic, rather than erotic? absolutely.

Ever written fanfiction for anything? no.

Last formal event you attended? Idk  if i ever have. A wedding?

If you had to move your birthday to another date, which one would you choose and why? October 31st. Obvious reasons.

Would you prefer to be at a beach or in the countryside? countrysideee.

Roughly how many people live in your town? 10,000.

Do you know anyone with the same birthday as you? yes.

Favourite place to shop? Can be a certain store or a place where there are multiple stores. Any thrift store/magick store.

Do you have a smartphone? What kind? If you don’t, do you want one? yes. some samsung galaxy something idk. i want a BETTER smart phone.

What is your least favourite colour, and why? probably white. its just not a flattering color on me.

How do you spell grey/gray? greeeeeeeeeeeeeeey.

Go to your dashboard and describe the image shown in the radar section (below the “Find blogs” link) Man in a suit looking out a window, his reflection in the glass. You can see him looking at a perishing city.

What difference is there between how many followers you have, and the number of blogs you follow? -no comment-

How many posts do you have? like 200.

How many posts have you liked? too many.

Do you post mainly reblogs, or your own content? lil bit of both.

Do you track any tags? nope.

What time is it currently? 1:32 am.

Is there anything you should be doing right now? prbly sleeping. finishing my wine. other than that? no.

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