Hi there! If requests are still open, would it be alright if I requested HC’s for D.Va, Mei, Sombra, and Mercy with an S/O who’s a writer?
Thank you!! You rock! Keep up the amazing work!
Writer S/O Headcanons - D.Va, Mercy, Mei & Sombra
Genre: fluff!
Pairing: D.Va x gn! reader, Mercy x gn! reader, Mei x gn! reader, Sombra x gn! reader
CW: mostly fluff, some canon/implied canon things (we love our doctor/science women), i'm horrible at writing sombra (sorry)
been a while since i did an OW request, haven't touched the game since the beginning of Dec since i don't play for a team rn & hate the direction the game is going :( but i love the characters so its a dilemma lol anyway enjoy!!!
(also!!! i am once again bothering you guys to vote in this poll if you haven't already. your input matters to me vv much & would love to hear about what you want for our valentines event this year!)
D.Va:
literally your biggest fan
she always supports your writing no matter what & definitely shares it on her stream
will probably just game while you’re writing
she gets loud sometimes but she tries her best to stay quiet so you can focus
does her best to read your writing but she has such a short attention span she just can’t sometimes
will write little hearts and stars on her favorite passages in your writing
brings you lots of snacks and drinks!! makes sure you’re always hydrated and that you don’t work too long
honestly probably gets really distracting sometimes
like reading your writing over your shoulder or tapping her nails on the desk really loudly
“Hana…”
“sorry,” she’ll say sheepishly. “you just have me on the edge of my seat.”
Mercy:
your proofreader/beta reader
she LOVES to read so you know she’ll pick up anything you write and devour it
will lay on the couch with you after work while you write and listen to the taps of your laptop
“hey, Ang, do you know the word? like the one—the word for—ugh”
“luminescent.”
you’re not sure how she does it but she always manages to read your mind & know exactly what word you’re looking for
also super helpful when you have random medical questions
she’ll break down exactly how you treat a stab wound in a dingy motel for you without batting an eyelash
queen of overworking so she won’t judge you too harshly if you work all night
but will definitely be there to chastise you with a glass of water in one hand and some plain toast in the other
Mei:
literally the sweetest ever
always tells you how amazing your work is & recommends it to all her friends
working in the science field she’s always reading scientific journals so your work is a breath of fresh air
she’ll have a glass of rosé and settle down with your book after a long day
NEVER critiques your work because she thinks you’re the best ever
probably annotates it with her thoughts while reading it and voices her excitement about it
asks you a million questions about your work and nods along while you give long winded explanations
cooks you yummy food & brings you 5 spice hot chocolate to keep your energy up
snuggled up to you on the couch and listens to you think outloud
Sombra:
absolute best research buddy
you open your mouth to ask her a writing question and she already has it pulled up in four different browsers
thoroughly explains everything to you too
through her work she knows a lot about violence and other things
so she’s always willing to answer questions—especially spy + stealth related things
if anyone ever tries to criticize your work online she’ll literally doxx them
probably hasn’t read much of your work but she makes it up for it in undying support
you could be writing about murdering a public official and she’d support it
lets you sit at her desk with her while she works and hums soft songs to you
(if you enjoy content like this, interactions go a long way! comments, likes & rbs are always greatly appreciated ^-^ !!)
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oh, i figure since i'm back and i noticed my follower count went up while i was away (probably due to old miraculous art 😂), lemme make a few things clear!
this blog is ship and let ship!
i don't ship anything too weird or problematic, but i also don't care what anyone else is shipping! i will block and mute things that bother me, but i'm not going to vet the ppl i reblog from, so pls don't send asks informing me of ppl i reblog from being into The Bad Ships. i rly do not care 😂
(on there other hand, if someone has done something actually horrible to an actual real living breathing person, pls reach out! i don't want to support ppl who harm others 🥲)
re: proship & antiship
if you are the type to have a "proship dni" rule, you might be more comfortable blocking me! i hella don't claim the label (and again, mostly ship vanilla stuff, so i likely won't be posting anything offensive), but i cannot stress enough how much i don't care what other ppl are doing with fiction. i know this is important to some ppl, tho, so do what makes you comfy!
(but again, if ppl i rb from have done something awful to a real person, pls lemme know.)
other stuff
- I'm pro choice; cis and trans ppl have the right to do whatever they want with their own bodies. if that doesn't vibe with you, it'd be good to block me.
- LGBTQIA+ stands together; if you're an exclusionary, i beg you to block me. trans & intersex ppl having basic human rights is not up for debate.
- if i ever say some dumb, ignorant, or tactless shit, pls feel free to reach out and correct me. i am very chill and am always open to discussing and learning to be better. and like anyone, the day i stop learning is the day i die lol. otherwise, once again feel free to block me if i really upset you! it's not ur job to teach me if u don't want to! (but fwiw 99.9% of the time, whatever i say is not intended to upset anyone, i'm just occasionally a tactless dumbass lol.)
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a roadtrip with bubbling feelings ~ george russell (gr63)
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pairing: george russell x best friend!reader
words: 4K
summary: just two best friends on a roadtrip, with unknown feelings bubbling under the surface. will they arise?
warnings: nothing but a fluffy drabble, somewhat slowburn but since it's just a 4K fic it's nothing too much
a/n: i've been listening to this playlist on spotify called "roadtripping with george russell" (by @ lynndehaas) because i was in my gr63 feels and why not, and tbh with each passing song i just got more and more inspired to write something. it took me like a month to finish it as my exchange semester has started and adjusting to life in a new country is a lot, but here we go. hopefully it's not too rushed. also, my first ever gr63 x reader! since i was a george girlie when i first joined the f1 fandom, it was inevitable that i will write something for him. it was just a matter of time.
reader, please don't be a ghost, all feedback is well appreaciated, rb or comment!
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"Why am I not surprised that even when we're going on vacation you decide you want to keep doing your job?"
George glances at her for a second with an eyebrow raised, clearly not getting what she means exactly. She giggles, watching his profile as he turns his head back to watch the road ahead of them. "What do you mean?" he asks when she still doesn't elaborate.
"That you're driving," (y/n) shakes her head, concentrating on opening the package of candy in her hands, the tip of her tongue peeking out from between her lips. "Your job is to drive a car, and when you go on holiday you still want to keep doing it."
"You've been saying that you want to go on a roadtrip with me for ages!" George replies defensively, voice getting a bit higher in the process – also a bit louder as the sound of the bag getting ripped open in her hands fills the air of the car.
"Yes, but this time you suggested it."
Her shoulders move in a shrug before she holds the now open package closer to his face, making sure it unmistakably enters his field of vision. He raises a hand and digs in to grab a handful of the sweets. "This is what you get for trying to be nice for once," he murmurs under his breath.
For a couple seconds they enjoy the sudden sugary taste fill their mouths in silence before he speaks up again. "Anyway, this is totally different than driving a race car."
"I know, but it's still driving." Her tone is as if she's stating something obvious, as if she's saying I don't make the rules.
George groans in exasperation, momentarily throwing a hand in the air at her inconvincible mind.
"But you know what? You can separate the two types of driving perfectly, I give you that," she taps the pad of her pointer finger against her jawline in mock thinking.
"Thank you," he shakes his head at her antics.
Before she can say anything else – and possibly continue on with her teasing –, he reaches out and turns the volume louder. Taylor Swift's voice fills the space but he can still hear the sudden laughter that bubbles out of (y/n), and as his heart skips a beat, he spares a glance at the girl.
Her head is thrown back against the headrest and her left hand just raises in the air, only to land on her thigh just a moment later as she keeps laughing. It's the cutest sight he's ever seen.
"You tryna drown me out?" she asks when her laughter died down into a much less audible giggle. "What, am I bothering you?
"Oh, no, you'd never," he replies with pure sarcasm dripping from his voice.
"Good, 'cause I just wanted to apply at Mercedes to be your race engineer."
The look he gives her brings out that pervading laugh again, especially the speed in which his head moves towards her. "Careful, you don't want to snap your neck," she warns him lightly, her own words only fuelling her laughter.
"You're joking, right?" George asks.
"Why, can't focus on driving if I'm talking?"
"Yeah." It's true, just not for the reason you think it is, he thinks.
"What a shame, I think we'd make a great pair," the girl says dreamily, looking out the window at the scenery sweeping by, her lips still curved into a joyous smile.
Does she purposely keep on saying stuff like this?
George has to concentrate on Taylor Swift's words coming from the speakers especially hard to stop the thoughts coming to his head, as made-up pictures of a very different meaning to a great pair are filling up his mind.
"Boys only want love if it's torture..." (y/n) first mumbles along with the song, then when the line is repeated for the second time, she sings it at the top of her lungs.
Well, this definitely feels like torture to be fair, Georgemakes a mental note.Still, he can't stop himself from joining in to the last chorus, belting out the words he knows so well. Being best friends with (y/n) for such a long time just had this effect on him. Her approving eyes land on his profile again, and when he feels her gaze on him and turns his own towards her, she has to look away, desperately trying to hide the blush that has formed on her face.
At least two packages of candy and multiple songs later – all of which they sang together – they decide it's time to grab lunch, not even the considerable amount of candy they ate could make their hunger disappear, both of them being well known for having great appetite.
Rolling closer to the fast food restaurant they picked, George suggests they get their meals at the drive-through, not being in the mood to be amongst other people. This holiday was meant to be him and (y/n), and the two of them only. They rarely have time to be alone like they used to, and he misses those times dearly.
Of course this leads to another string of teasing from the girl's side, but as she snickers away at her newest comment on how he seemingly can't leave his precious car and has grown roots in it, he sends a (playful but still stern enough) glare her way that makes her bite on the inside of her cheek and shut up.
Momentarily.
But lucky for him she stops her teasing even when she starts speaking again, instead switching to another topic – though not so different as she asks him about Formula One. "Do you know anything new about Daniel yet?"
George sighs, getting reminded of the uncertain fate of his fellow driver and friend. "No, nothing. Haven't really had the chance to talk more with him lately."
Taking a small piece of her french fries in her mouth (y/n) stares out of the car deep in thought, worry creasing on her forehead. She's been fond of the older guy since the first day they met, George introducing the two the day he first took her to one of his F1 races. Daniel's truly dazzling smile that showcases possibly all his pearly white teeth and his bubbly personality with jokes cracked all the time never failed to make all her troubles disappear immediately. He's become the brother she never had and it broke her heart to see him without a seat for the next season.
Munching on the delicious food she shakes her head, trying to let go of these thoughts. Now is not the time to dwell on them. She's here to spend time with her best friend, and her thinking about Daniel's future won't solve the man's problem anyway, so she forces herself to be a hundred percent present, right in the moment with George.
"Well, spill the tea if there's anything going on now. You know I live for the good old F1 drama," she nuzzles his arm that's resting on his lap with her elbow.
George lets out a chuckle, eagerly jumping into the new topic offered by her, not wanting the thought of his friend's sad story to ruin his mood for the rest of the day.
Ever since they first made friends, she's been the first (and to be honest only) person he'd tell all the juicy stories to, the one who always filled him in with the newest rumours going around the fandom, the one with whom he discussed everything about his competitors. It soon became tradition, and now there was nothing that could change it – but it's not like either of them would ever really want to.
This time isn't different, and he fills her in with every new information he has, the conversation continuing for a long time, even when they've long left the parking lot behind, their stomachs now full and moods completely back to the usual joyfulness.
"I like this playlist," George hums along to the song that's playing, leaning back against the seat and getting comfortable.
They've just stopped to change seats, her finally being able to convince him to let her drive for a while. (That's basically the point of roadtripping, switching who's the driver, she argued.) His fingers mindlessly scroll on the phone connected to the speakers – hers –, trying to find the song he loved the most by far, only by its title. It's been playing a couple songs earlier and he still has the melody along with a few words in his head – and it's safe to say he loves a challenge. There's no way he will use Google or the knowledge of his best friend to find the song.
"I know, I created it," comes her reply, cheeky but true. Her music taste, while being a bit all over the place, has always been immaculate. She's introduced him to many songs that later became his favourites.
All of a sudden he triumphantly cries out having found the song, and immediately taps his finger against the title so it starts playing again. (y/n) lets out a reprehensive hey as the song she's been singing along to stops out of nowhere and different sounds fill the car, but George only shrugs, feeling pride curve his lips into a smile as that song starts playing.
He found it by the title only, without any help.
"Remember that video with the music challenge or whatever that was?" he asks her just as suddenly as the previous song change was, his upper body turning a bit in his seat to be able to look at her more properly.
He couldn't help it, the way he found the song made him think about that one time.
She ponders for a second before her eyes light up with recollection. "Back in your rookie year with Alex and Lando?"
"Yep, that's the one."
"Of course, how could I forget? The absolute shock on both their faces by how many songs you recognised is something I will always remember." She has to giggle to herself just thinking about it.
"I think I only didn't get two. Maybe three," George tries to remember back, his eyes looking at the view ahead but not seeing it – he's too focused on that far-away memory, replaying those scenes in his mind.
"Three. Lando was the first to recognise two and Alex only one, all the others were you."
"Yeah," he chuckles at the memory. "All that is thanks to you, by the way."
(y/n) grins, not taking her eyes off the back of the car going just in front of them. "Really?"
"You and your excessive playlists."
And the fact that he often listens to them even when he's on his own, travelling around the world without her being able to follow him – just because he misses her. Listening to the songs she chose always helps with the pain missing her causes in him.
"Well, what can I say? They are perfect."
Her skin prickles as she feels his eyes move to her face, and for a second she dares to reciprocate the glance – immediately regretting her decision as she takes in his stunning smile he flashes her way. Swiftly turning her gaze back to the front she concentrates on driving again, noticing that in her looking, she's moved the steering wheel enough to make the car slowly going outside the lane.
She corrects with a quick wrist movement, resulting in a fit of loud laughter erupting from George's throat as he spots the correction.
"The playlists might be perfect, but your driving clearly isn't," he teases.
"Shut up, I'm a pretty great driver, and you know that," (y/n) retorts instantly, without missing a beat. "You just distracted me."
"I'm distracting for you?"
He's smirking, she doesn't have to look to know that. She can hear it in the tone of his voice.
"Let me remind you that only a couple hours ago you were the one finding me distracting," she blesses her quick thinking for coming up with this response, because otherwise the chance of him noticing the furious blush on her cheeks would've been too high for her liking.
"Okay, true," George admits. Propping his elbow up by the window he leans his head in his palm in search of support, watching her shamelessly, admiring her.
"Everybody wanna steal my girl, everybody wanna take her heart away..." the girl sings along happily to the One Direction song. "Couple billion in the whole wide world, find another one 'cause she belongs to me."
"Actually I do think that you are quite a decent driver," he speaks up just to make himself stop thinking about how those lyrics are pretty relatable as well. What's up with almost all the songs they've listened to today?
He definitely feels like everybody wants to steal his girl – except she's not that. He simply wishes that she belonged to him.
"Decent?!"
He has to laugh at the incredulous voice leaving her. He knew it was coming.
"I expected at least a highly gifted," she continues in disbelief as his loud sounds of joy enter her ears above the five boys singing through the speakers.
"Highly gifted," he just has to repeat her words, laughing so hard at this point that he has to bend over, clutching at his sides to ease the pain starting there.
"Stop laughing and appreciate my driving," (y/n) scolds him with a frown on her forehead – but with a giggle almost escaping her lips and breaking the facade.
"Sorry," George tries, but he's hardly capable of doing as she's told. Short bursts of chuckles leave him, quieter and less crazy than his previous laughter, but still obviously there.
The girl waits patiently – sooner or later he has to stop. She can wait.
Only a couple minutes later he's finally able to speak up again. "You're an awesome driver, (y/n/n)." She's just about to answer with a half-ironic thank you, her lips already opening when he continues. "To be honest, you might be better in road driving than me."
She stays like that, with her mouth hanging slightly open and her eyes widening. His tone sounded entirely genuine, with all joking pushed to the side. And she didn't expect such a compliment.
"Thank you," she manages in the end, cheeks now clearly burning bright red.
George smiles, his glance moving back to its previous position, staring at her profile.
"It means a lot coming from you," his best friend talks again, stopping for a short second before adding, "Mr Professional Driver."
He rolls his eyes playfully at her words, knowing her techniques all too well. She always uses jokes and lighthearted comments when she feels flustered and somewhat self-conscious. He can read her like an open book, having been studying her for so long – and basically pining after her.
"I mean, it'd be only fair. You're better at driving on race tracks at like 300 kph, and I'm better at driving on regular roads with regular speed. We both get something," she goes on with her unique explanation, performing a shrug at the end of sentence and fighting the urge to shoot him a look – she doesn't want a repetition of the previous instance. She knows she would never hear the end of it.
And he would take his compliment back – with actually good reason to do so. Not a chance she'd risk that.
George hums in response, agreeing with her words, though he has to admit that he's not fully paying attention anymore. It's just the usual, he always reaches this point when they spend time together. She really is too distracting for him.
(y/n) brings him back to the present when she wiggles a hand in front of him, trying to gain his attention. "Can you give me some candies? I'm dying for the sweetness," she says all bubbly with happiness, somewhere between being serious and sarcastic.
He reaches into the tote bag resting next to his feet to pull out a new package, groaning when his eyes land on his favourite type of candy.
"What?"
"I can't eat more. Aleix would kill me," George whines. "But these are my favourites."
"Well, shame on you," the girl moves her fingers once more, growing impatient. "I'll eat anyway."
With a sigh, he opens the packet and holds it out for her so she can help herself to some. A wide grin appears on her face as she places the first piece on her tongue. "Oh wow, this is good," she comments, enjoying the pleasure twice as much as she'd normally do just because she knows that it's the perfect teasing for the boy.
"Shut up."
She can't help but let out a sigh of delight – almost moan-like, which makes it very hard for him to sit still for a short moment –, joyously humming along to the song playing in the background whilst chewing.
George is glaring daggers at her at this point, leaving her giggling as she sees him stare at her from the corner of her eye before stopping her sweet torture on him.
A couple hours later they come by a viewpoint and decide to stop, though neither of them moves to get out of the car. The air is getting quite chilly as the sun is starting to set, and the seats of his car are actually real comfortable. They lean back, enjoying the little piece of rest and stillness, with the music still gently playing in the background.
That's when 'I Was Made For Loving You' starts playing and it becomes too much for George to bear. All these songs he can relate to – did she choose these on purpose? Was it just a coincidence? It doesn't matter anymore, because his heart is fluttering, and he's unable to tear his eyes off of her. All because of a song. He can't even find it himself to care anymore when she notices him staring and looks right back into his eyes.
"I was made for loving you, baby, you were made for loving me. And I can't get enough of you, baby, can you get enough of me?..." the singer's voice comes through the speakers.
"Stop looking at me like that," (y/n) speaks up, her eyes momentarily darting away from him in embarrassment. She can just feel the blush creeping up on her neck to her cheeks from his intense gaze. All of a sudden being enclosed with him in such a small space feels suffocating, almost too much for her to bear – she kind of wishes it would just stop.
"Like what?" George asks back, not stopping his gazing for even a short second. It would be impossible.
"Like you're doing right now."
The girl lets out a small giggle, and his heart by the feels of it does a somersault inside his chest.
"I can't help it." And he really can't, just as much as he can't help himself from keeping on speaking the words that lead him to confessing parts of his mind. "You're just too beautiful, it would be a shame to stop looking at you."
Her eyes slightly widen, though she tries to hide it, biting into the inside of her cheeks to somewhat control the crazy grin her lips are threatening to curve into. It's not like he's never complimented her before, it's just that with his intense gaze it feels totally different.
"I mean, you can continue looking at me if you want to, but at least stop doing it so... absorbedly," she mumbles eventually.
"I love you, (y/n/n)," he blurts out, completely out of nowhere.
Jesus Christ, George, why did you say that?!, he mentally scolds himself right away. Did it really just take one song for years and years of play pretend to crumble?
Her cautious glance moves back up on his face, trying to let the way her heart skipped a beat subside. They say these three words to each other all the time, but something in his tone, urgent and shaky made it seem different this time. Or maybe it's just that she's become far too hopeful yet again.
For a second George contemplates pretending he only meant it as a best friend as he's always done in the past years, but for some reason he just can't. He can't make himself say those words. Not anymore.
"I love you, more than a friend," he says instead, so quietly that the instrumental break of the song nearly drowns out his voice, those bright green eyes of his staring intently at his intertwined fingers laying on his lap.
A soft gasp leaves her lips, making him glance up at her, trying to read her expression. Did she gasp because she doesn't feel the same way and he's just ruined everything? Or did she gasp because she feels the same way? George can't help but be hopeful it's the latter.
"Is this a joke?" (y/n) asks back, quietly, similarly to him.
Please, let this be a joke. If it isn't, I'm going to combust and burn to ashes or melt away into a puddle right here and now, she thinks. She's been desperately wanting to hear these words come from his lips for so many years, since they were teenagers, and yet they never came. She's learnt to push her feelings aside, and suddenly she's not sure she would be able to function properly if he truly meant what he said. It's been too long playing pretend, she forgot how to act without that.
"No, it's not," comes George's reply, his voice now sounding more sure. Finally having those words out of his head, his chest brings him such a relief he hasn't experienced in a long, long time. "I've been in love with you since we were seventeen."
He figures if he's already confessed this much, it wouldn't do much more harm to admit a couple more information to her too.
(y/n) chuckles, half in disbelief and half in pure joy. "Well I guess I won then," she says, watching as his eyes turn confused.
"What do you mean?"
"That I have been in love with you since we were fifteen."
She giggles again, suddenly almost delirious with happiness. He's in love with her!
A noise similar to a choked chuckle bubbles from his throat, a different sparkle shining up in his gorgeous orbs. "You have?"
"Yeah."
They burst out laughing at the same time, taken aback by their own stupidity.
"How could we have been so oblivious then?" George asks when they quieten down again.
"I guess we're both pretty good actors," the girl shrugs, biting her bottom lip to try and stop the crazy grin from erupting on her face.
"Yeah, it seems like we are."
They sit there, half turned in their seats just gazing at each other, finally not having to bottle their feelings anymore and being able to stare with as much adoration as they'd want to.
"Will you kiss me, or should I just take the lead now?" (y/n) asks about a minute later, tone teasing and joyous.
George shakes his head in playful disbelief, mumbling something about her being insufferably impatient, but nevertheless he starts leaning in, not a single ounce of doubt in his movements. She moves involuntarily closer – she's been wondering how his lips on hers would feel like for too long to care now.
Right before their lips fully touch, just as she can feel the skin of his mouth softly brush against her, the breath escaping his nose moving atop her cheeks leaving goosebumps in their wake, he stops moving altogether. She opens her lips to protest – trying hard not to let the feeling of their now constant skin-to-skin contact divert her mind –, but before she can let any words out, he whispers into the quiet in-between them.
"God, I've been waiting for this for so long."
And then with one simple and fast movement, he's captured her lips with his own, mesmerized with the feeling, the scent, the taste he's been only dreaming of for what feels like forever.
Maybe being enclosed with George in such a small space isn't bad and suffocating at all.
.::the end::.
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drink orders part 3
there was some interest for coyote, payback, fanboy, and maverick's drink orders! honestly who am i to say no, i would love to give u all the goods !! also this gif has nothing to do w part 3 but i'm down bad for bob
initial post <3
pt. 2 <3
warnings: drinking/alcohol
once again, if i were asked to order them something at the bar, i would:
-order coyote an aperol spritz
-order payback a jack and coke
-order fanboy a vodka red bull
-order maverick any local beer on tap
coyote's aperol spritz: look, you may disagree with me, but you're going to sit there and tell me that coyote wouldn't lounge back in a booth with you, sipping an aperol spritz while talking ABSOLUTE shit?? being a left field choice, i do think the drink would catch him off guard. though i also feel that it is my job as the qualified drink-orderer in this scenario to order something that they would love, but maybe not expect. of course, when you bring the wine glass back to him filled with the fizzy-orange mixture, he isn't sure about your decision. though within 5 minutes, his pinky is up, he's leaned back in his seat, and he's in the midst of a dramatic retelling of his day. he hates to admit that the mix of aperol and prosecco are so delightful on his tongue, but as the night moves on the fancy drink is loudly acclaimed as delicious by him--to everyone.
payback's jack and coke: when i think of payback, i think classy, but down to get messy vibes. and what are the vibes of a jack and coke? exactly that. easy to order, and easier going down. after a long day, he would appreciate the cold glass filled with that perfect ratio, and his favorite part is that bite of whiskey you get at the end. anyone that is a goofy drunk loves a jack and coke, and goofy drunks love easy drinks. after a few of these, payback is shaking those hips and absolutely 'destroying' at darts (not), but after every missed throw he would still yell like he got a bullseye.
fanboy's vodka redbull: am i a little scared of people that drink these? yes. do I still love people that drink these? also yes? fanboy seems like the type to stick to the same beer order for YEARS, so i would order him something that would have him absolutely bouncing off the walls, and excited to try something other than a beer. a lot of excited screaming/yelling/singing ensues when fanboy finally gets his hand on the drink, and i am a firm believer that most of these drunk yells would be louder retellings of drama he hears around the bar. either way, it would be hilarious to see him clutching a vodka rb while attempting to use a pool cue with one arm.
maverick's local beer on tap: of course, he prefers to support local brewing companies, and could never say no to a local beer on tap. i would stick to ordering this simple drink because this man does enough crazy shit on his own, might as well keep his drink order calm, cool, and collected. he's too busy dreaming up ways to break rules to get caught up in activities with a fun drink in hand. he would much rather sip his beer and watch the chaos that happens with the others from a distance. if he asked me to order other times, i would just switch up the beer, but keep it on tap.
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Hi, first of all this is my first ask to you (sorry if it sounds weird, cause I'm nervous while writing this).... I'm your fan (have followed your twitter and tumblr) and really love your reviews and recs, thanks to you I know which BL manga/manhwa to read next and because of you they also become few of my favorite BL manga/manhwa/manhua....
Can i ask, why do you love BL romance better than het romance? What makes them better? I did not mean anything negative, and I know everyone have their own like and dislike but I want to know your thoughts....
Also what do you think that made Asian MLM (BL manga/manhwa/manhua) romances better than western MLM romances?
Before I found your blog, I already love anime and manga but have never tried watching or reading BL, and then I found danmei novel and fell in love with them.....after that, I start reading BL manga and still continue.....Funny thing is, since I was younger I love reading novels (especially romance het western) and suddenly I lost interest....But after found MLM romamce I start love reading again...
Sorry for this long ask and rant of myself, feel free if you want to ignore it....just want to let you know, that most of the BL manga that I read until now are thanks to you.....I can't thank you enough.....Thanks for your hard work on your blog...
Okay, this is going to get long and at times, personal so... idk maybe you'd like to get a cup of hot bevarage of your choice? Buckle up!
First of all, I hope you don't apologize for sending asks in the future because I don't get them often anyway, and respond when I have time. Plus, I find great joy in answering them, and your words have made me incredibly happy. I intend to write a lengthy post about it one day but I write with the hopes that other people read them, my blog is not my personal diary. And over the years, I came to detest the so-called-advice "Just do it for yourself!".
To be honest, I've been feeling frustrated and lost about my blog & my social media accounts, especially Twitter, for a while now. I love the small circle of mutuals I have and am grateful for them. Because, when you boil it down, I'm not entitled to their time, attention, likes/RTs/RBs, in short, their support. Just because they have been, let's say, liking my tweets at one point doesn't mean they now have an obligation to fulfill. This is the reason why I've never voiced my frustrations on Twitter, the least I'd want is to seem like I'm accusing others of something they aren't obligated to do. Still, it doesn't change the fact that there's been a sharp decline in my engagement there and I feel invisible. Or ignored. But at the same time, my blog post tweets still get 2-3 likes and I can't help but feel I'm ungrateful towards them.
In the end, there's no way of pinpointing what's "wrong". Is it the way I write my posts? Is it the content in them? Is it the Twitter algorithm? According to the view count, my tweets are seen, so am I being ignored now? I have no idea. I've been considering leaving the platform for a while now, the only reason I haven't done so is because the short tweeting format is something I really like and it suits me. But with the way things are, I'll just leave it as an update account as my Tumblr once was. Tl;dr, long asks where people talk about themselves, the questions they have in mind, and what they think about the stuff I write (positive or negative, as long as there's courtesy), that exchange is the reason I write. No need to apologize for doing something that I've been wanting others to do. : )
And if my posts had contributed to helping you find something you enjoy, no matter how small, I couldn't be happier.
As for your questions, I hope you don't mind me answering them in a separate post. Because 1. my answer will be long, and 2. I'd like it to stay as a post itself instead of being buried under my personal social media rant. It'll be better if someone wants to RB it in the future as well.
Once again, thank you so much for sending me this lovely message, it made my night! See you around ~
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I posted 14,165 times in 2022
271 posts created (2%)
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I tagged 1,540 of my posts in 2022
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Longest Tag: 139 characters
#i dunno there's some line about one being deciet two may be conspiracy and there being the number i trust so i think it needs to happen mor
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
[Id: a traditional drawing of gerry keay from the magnus archives from the back. The drawing is done in grayscale except for a pile of books in front of him on fire, which are drawn in bright oranges and reds, and a flame from a lighter he is holding. He is sitting by the fire and looking up at the smoke that rises from it. End id]
Burning books
22 notes - Posted October 25, 2022
#4
I smear paint on something resembling canvas and hope it will mean something eventually (it's the closest I've been to a god)
The paint stains my hands and arms, and it feels messy but true (cleanliness is not godliness)
I paint and I paint and I paint and I can't help but beg for something out there to tell me how I fit into this mess, this canvas painted over with broken warriors and stubborn fools (somehow I don't think anything can hear me)
(hello?)
(is anyone out there?)
(if the void is perceived does it become something else?)
(does that make me a god of this emptiness?)
the sunflowers come together slowly (I don't know if I brought them to life, or if the were always there, just waiting for me to find them)
24 notes - Posted October 8, 2022
#3
Reblog to punch a transphobe
34 notes - Posted February 7, 2022
#2
I'm playing botw and you know what's hilarious? Link having no idea what his and miphas relationship was actually.
basically "okay, I have exactly one memory of her, where it kinda seems like she's asking me out on a date? Ok, that tracks with what sidon's been saying, she was in love with me, but wait, the zora tunic is made for the person the zora princess is going to marry, and she clearly would have had to have some sign that her feelings were reciprocated for her to make them for me, so... Wait. WAS I ENGAGED??? No no that can't be right, if we were actually engaged surely the king at least would know and would tell his advisors in order to get them to chill, wait, WE'RE WE DATING AND WAS SHE PLANNING TO PROPOSE??? no, no, once again, someone would have known. I've known myself all of 2 weeks and I can say I probably would've been so clingy, so someone probably would have noticed. BUT WHAT IF EITHER OF THOSE THINGS WERE THE CASE??? IT WOULD EXPLAIN HOW SHE GOT MY MEASUREMENTS CAUSE THIS THING FITS LIKE A GLOVE!! AAAA I DON'T KNOW!!!"
and then talking to mipha in the divine beast to TRY and figure /something/ out and she is no help whatsoever
71 notes - Posted July 15, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
I genuinely love doing this again! by dirtbag boyband bears in trees because it feels like a song you'd make up to sing to yourself but at the same time it's got some serious moments "every morning I wake up and I drink my silly little oat milk coffee and text my silly texts" silly little lines to sing as you drive. "I hope to be happy I hope to be calm I hope to be somewhat content, every morning I wake up and think to myself 'oh God we're doing this again'" mood, serious statement about repetition of every day and how exhausting it can get.
Also you can sing the chorus to reverberate to the "every sunrise every street sign etc etc" bit and I think that's neat
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hello, love
1st and foremost i wanna thank you bc you give so much content and truly make me feel like im back on 2014 tumblr nostalgia.. so lots of love your way cs i adore you and your stuff and you brighten my day♡
i wanna ask for a lvl 2 ship (did 4 rbs and will do more heh..) cs those honestly are so much fun ♡ for Marvel, hotd and stranger things
describing myself.. as for looks i am 5.3, petite. hair is wavy, atm in a shaggy/wolf cut bob that's brown with my natular blond ends showing. eyes r dark blue sorta like denim. also have tons and tons of freckles/moles all over my bod
as for personality.. ppl say i am a smartass and way to sarcastic borderline mean at times. (esp that to my crushes..) yet that's cs I'm get nervous around ppl and become too teasingly mean for some reason. so all in all my friends say i look and even behave sorta like a b3tch and yet to close friends im a ride or die. and wjen it comes to any sexy business i try to be bratty and yet am suchhh a sub pft so all mean facade crumbles. im a straight gurlie that uses she/her pronouns
i like spitting random facts, enjoy walks and new places, study art. drink way too much coffee.. mb a lil too much wine/beer too heh. and am a passionate horror fan. also have no phobias.. literally don't give a damn about anything. did archery and knife fighting so i can whoop someones butt if needed~
once again sending loads of positive vibes your way love~ ♡
Want one? Here be the rules 🦋🌈
Hello!!! Oh my god, a fellow OG! Thank you for being so kind, and for participating!
𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒐𝒏:
✧ Outgoing
✧ Care-free
✧ Light-hearted
✧ Loyal
𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬
𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛
I ship you with Argyle! I think you suit someone who doesn't take offense easily, who walks on the more chaotic side of life, and likes lifes' pleasures.
𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠
・You have endless pizzas, like a lifetime supply. He never makes you pay, and you always go to the store that he works at - so everyone knows you (yay free pizza!!!)
・Just a pair of giggling gurties; once you start you can't stop
・You never feel uncomfortable around Argyle; it's like he just understands everything.
・Getting into trouble, but somehow always getting out of it?
・ Chilling in his van, whether that's smoking, drinking or just laying on your backs and talking about life
𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥
𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛
I ship you with Thor - more specifically, I ship you with What If! Thor, where he grows up as an only son. In this he's more the Thor that Taika creates; fun-loving, carefree etc. This is especially seen in What If! Thor, he's storyline is that he goes out partying.
𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠
・You and Thor would be two chaotic dumbasses who probably share a brain cell (not to be an insult, it's just a trope.)
・You make each other laugh all the time, and there is rarely a bad mood in sight.
・You have millions of inside jokes. That ONLY you and Thor understand. It makes your relationship feel special.
・He defends you against ANYONE, no one can speak ill of his lady
・Like two golden retrievers in love <3 always fawning over each other, making each other snort in laughter
𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧
𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛
I don't know if you know much about Ser Harwin Strong, but this man is a cool guy. I mean look at the way he reacts to seeing a princess covered in blood? He's like, 'shiiiiii aight.'
𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠
・He loves laying in between your legs in bed. Whether you're reading or talking, he'll climb onto you and push his back onto your stomach, so you can play with his hair
・He also loves to hear about gossip, but you're like "no Harwin, we don't like that person," and he goes, "oh right right sorry love."
・He rarely gets jealous but is very protective
・Isn't much for tradition and has an open-mind. This is very unusual in those times, and he astounds you. Most men want a wife to bed and have children and make them dinner. Harwin isn't like that, he wants to know about you. He'd marry you for love, not for reputation or what's expected.
・Pet names for you are, 'Love, Sweetheart, Darlin'
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Haiii :3€ im making again hueh
Hellooooooooo!!!!!!!! My name’s Bug, I’m just some random Dragon-Angel kid that happens to work for a goddess. This is my blog where I post my nonsense and shenanigans abt my existence here or something :)
I’m transmasc, currently identifying as xenogender, and I use he/xey/it/they pronouns. I’m fictoromantic, fictosexual, omniromantic, and uranic!! If you don’t respect that then disrespectfully gtfo <3
My hyperfixations are Hollow Knight, Kirby, A Hat in Time, Bug Fables, Cult of the Lamb, Rain World, and Fate/Zero!! Sometimes I’ll post stuff related to those things, but mostly just my bullshit :3
This blog is safe for minorities! (e.g. disabled ppl, LGBTQ+ ppl, BIPOC, Palestinians, etc.)
Please don’t be weird in my inbox!!!! I mean, you can say fruity shit, I’m fine with hornyposting, but none about me please! It makes me uncomfy
Other stuff under the cut !!! <3
(dividers via @/animatedglittergraphics-n-more)
Asks r open!!!!! Ask me whatever as long as it isn’t like. Really gross or personal <3
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@kirby-souljourney-au — kirby au blog!!!
@hollowknightinsanity — hk-specific sideblog!!!
My silly little fanfics!!
Kirby: Soul Journey — Kirby au fic, takes place after katfl, to be rewritten (Read on Tumblr / Read on Wattpad / Read on AO3)
Kirby: Soul Journey oneshots collection — self-explanatory, also to be rewritten (Read on Tumblr / Read on Wattpad / Read on AO3)
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#imadge from the fucking guy — my art tag
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#critter’s buddypals — posts featuring other OCs
#modguy’s friendos — my mutuals’ posts :3
#this just in: stupid fruit says something stupid and fruity — hornyposting tag (yeuh sorry this is gonna happen sometimes)
#creature reblogs — rbs
#boything answers your strange little questions — answered asks :)
#the fucking guy does his job (for once) — my original writing!!!
#boything asks you strange little questions — polls
#boything imagines — non-canon stuffs (e.g. mine n holly’s daughter moggie)
I tag triggers with #cw (trigger)
I tag OCs with #oc: (oc)
If I make any new tags, I’ll update this!!
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Pr0shippers (gross!)
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TERFs (fuck you. disrespectfully.)
Transphobes, homophobes, racists, ableists, sexists, misogynists, antisemites, etc.
H@rry p0tt3r enjoyers (go away.)
D@ng@nr0np@-specific blogs (big trigger. dont like)
Zionists (FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU)
People supporting Israel’s genocide of Palestinians (FUCK. YOU.)
Ppl who ship The Knight/Ghost and the Grimmchild with each other??? (idk i just dont like it.)
AI “””art””” hoes (disrespectfully, i hope you die)
H@zb1n fuckshits (😐)
Out of character stuff I wanna say
Hiiii mod here, I go by the same name as my sona
Also same pronouns, same sexuality, same gender identity, etc.
IRL, I AM A MINOR. My sona’s age kinda depends on which universe I decide to throw him into, but IRL, I am still under 18 and I do not want any gross stuff in my inbox, reblogs, comments, or anywhere else.
This is very much an RP blog! If you wanna send your own OCs at me so we can put them in Scenarios together, then totally go ahead and do that!!
Uh. I do think that’s all!!! Bai-bai!!!!!! <333
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p : donghyuck × fem!reader | g : fluff, humor, boyfie!hyuck | w : swearing, yn and hyuck *chef's kiss* fuck I love this one bc it hits home
a/n : OKAY LOOK I love sonic the hedgehog and I could never get past the last boss stage BAHAHAH so uh yeah! And it's been over an hour since his birthday ended here but he's my bias it's okay
also fuck final boss eggman.
— [02 : 48 HRS] the door creaked open to reveal colorful light that shines on y/n's inquisitive features, her eyebrow raised as she gazed into her boyfriend's room. donghyuck was smashing a few keys on his keyboard, frowning and groaning as the video game OST blasted through his headset. His tongue was stuck out from the corner of his mouth as he grumbled. When he lost the stage, he whined and turned around on his chair, only to see y/n judging.
"oh...uh, hey babe!"
donghyuck stood up and walked towards her, a peachy blush dusted upon his sunkissed skin.
"uh, what brings you here?" He scratched the back of his neck, and y/n gazed behind him and at the computer screen.
"I brought some take-out," y/n raised the bags in her hands, and handed it to him, "A little bit late, it's almost 3 am, but happy birthday, babe."
He took the bags with a sheepish smile, and placed them on the foldable table on the bed, while y/n went to investigate the computer screen.
"uh— babe!" donghyuck sounded panicked, "What are you doing—"
"sonic!?" She turned around and gazed at him in the eye with a soft smile on her lips, "you were playing sonic?"
"I, um—"
"I love this game!"
Y/n spun on his chair and pulled his headset on, looking at the screen, "Been a while since I played, help me out here."
the familiar tune of the pixel game sounded as the stage restarted, and donghyuck leaped towards her and bent closer, his arms went around her body, his face next to hers. "okay, so, you press this to move, this to jump, and uh, yeah you know the rest."
y/n played a bit with the controls before she proceeded with the stage.
"it's actually the last stage," donghyuck leaned on the chair as he watched her play, "been stuck since, I don't know, forever."
"wo- oh shit. This is harder than I thought."
"yeah, it kinda is."
"fuck final boss eggman."
donghyuck smiled, leaning closer to her as he patted her head, eyes glistening as he thought about her reason to be here. she continued staring at the screen, smashing the keys. Donghyuck cleared his throat as the character died once again, "this is gonna be a long night."
"shut it, shorty, just keep giving me a chicken leg."
"who the fuck are you calling shorty?"
"yappah yappah, blah blah, shh, sit back and watch me play, hyuck."
"and then I wonder why were dating."
"don't act like you don't love me."
hyuck held a chicken leg in front of her mouth, signalling her to take a bite, as he chewed on his.
"I love you to bits."
There was silence, until he continued in a proud tone, "Aha! See what I did there? Because it's a pixel game?"
Silence.
"you absolutely lovable biscuit, I hate you."
main taglist (hmu to get added!) : @heephoria @kisshim @allegxdly @stayctday @yunntext @neotism @jungwon-luv-bot-pt3 @bluejaem @leetaeyonglover @radiorenjun @sleepylixie @oifelixcmerebrou @coffeevddict @mrkcore @imdamnconfused @reinjunn @sicluvz @hyuckefi @chweing--gum @your-local--trashcan
I'd appreciate if you'd give me a little feedback on the drabble if you read, whether it's an ask, a reply or in the tags of the rb! Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed!
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Little Things (Tom Holland x reader)
a/n: this is for @rosyparkers writing challenge!! italics are flashbacks, bold is the prompt!! again i hope u enjoy this im sorry it’s been like 10 years since i’ve posted something lmao also big thank u to @sunshinehollandd for reading this over!!
warnings: a lil angst, scared of opening up/being vulnerable, other than that it’s fluffy fluff
prompt: “Do you want to know the hardest thing about having a soulmate? It’s not the separation in the beginning, not the endless nights lying awake, hoping and praying that someone was made for you. It’s…it’s the love. It’s too strong, and you can’t fight it. I’ve tried. Believe me, I’ve tried…but I’m always going to love you. And I need you to know that.”
“You ready, my love?” Tom held his hand out to you as the dj announced it was time for your first dance, his brown eyes radiating a type of warmth that brought you comfort when you needed it most. You placed your hand in his and allowed him to guide the two of you to the dance floor, his hands going to your waist while you wrapped your arms around his neck.
“Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?” He asked, his voice so soft only you could hear it.
“Only a million times.” You smiled, hiding your face in his neck. It amazed you that even after years of dating he still had that effect on you.
“I’ll tell you a million more times, then.” He smiled, pressing a soft kiss to your head. “You look absolutely beautiful.”
“Not so bad yourself.” You replied, a small smile on your lips as your mind wandered to when you first met Tom and how far you came with him.
“What are you thinking about?” Tom chuckled.
“How do you know I’m thinking about something?”
“You have that look on your face. The one you make when you’re deep in thought.” He told you, pressing another kiss to your head. “Everything okay?”
“Mhmm. Just thinking about how far we’ve come.” You told him honestly.
“We have come a long way, huh?” He smiled. “Remember when we first met?”
“How could I forget?” You chuckled, your mind replaying the day you met him as if it was yesterday.
The first snowfall of the season and you were in your room studying for an exam. Not ideal at all but you had this big exam coming up that you just couldn’t fail so you had to study as much as you could-
“y/n?” Your roommate poked her head into your room, a hopeful smile on her face. “How much studying do you have to do?”
“Ermm a lot, why?” You asked, flipping through your study guide so far.
“Was thinking we could go out in the snow, at least for a little bit?” She grinned.
“I don’t know, I still have a lot of studying to do-”
“You’ve been studying all day! Come on, you need a break.” She argued, making you sigh.
“I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to take a quick break. But only for a little bit!” You gave in, making your roommate cheer as the two of you got ready to brace the cold winter air.
“It’s so pretty.” Your roommate said, her voice almost a whisper as the two of you took in the scene while you walked to the nearby park.
Light, fluffy snow fell from the sky, landing softly on the ground around you as well as on your faces. For a moment when you looked up at the night sky, seeing glimpses of the stars and the snow falling, all your worries and obligations washed away, bringing on a sense of peace.
The two of you arrived at the park, seeing other people there, all enjoying the snow. People were making snow angels and snow men, while others were having a snowball fight.
“Hey check this out!” You roommate called, laying down in the snow and making a snow angel, sitting up when she was done. “How’s it look?”
“Not bad.” You laughed, bending down and molding some snow into a ball. “But unfortunately this snowball is too good not to be thrown and you’re the target so..”
Your roommate stood up and fortunately for her but unfortunately for you, she moved out of your way right as you let go of the snowball, allowing it to crash into the man right behind her.
“Oh shit!” You gasped as he turned around, a look of confusion and slight amusement on his face while your roommate was hysterically laughing off to the side. “I’m so sorry!”
“That meant to be for her?” He chuckled, making you nod.
“I’m so sorry, I tried to throw it at her but she moved at the last minute and-”
“Hey don’t worry about it.” He assured you. “I’m Tom.”
“y/n.” You replied. “Really is there any way I could make it up to you?”
“Really it’s fine.” He laughed. “But I am getting cold so I was gonna go across the street and get a tea, if you’d like to join.”
“Sure, but I’m paying for yours.” You insisted, making Tom smile.
“Pretty sure I’m supposed to pay for yours.” He tried, but you shook your head.
“No, no. It’s my treat. I’m the one who hit you with a snowball, after all.”
“You looked so cute that night. The snow was falling and sticking to your eyelashes and the moonlight was hitting you just right. God, you looked like an angel. Still look like an angel.” He sighed.
“Yeah an angel who didn’t let you in for a long ass time.” You chuckled. “‘M not sure what you did but you made me open up to the idea of being vulnerable and open to someone else. I hadn’t really done that before you.”
It had been almost eight months since the snowball incident and to your surprise, Tom was your (very caring) boyfriend. It sort of came as a shock to you when he asked you to be his girlfriend. You definitely had strong feelings for him, no doubt about it. But you weren’t good about expressing them. Tom liked to talk about his and open up his heart to you while you liked to keep your heart guarded and show you cared with smaller actions.
Tom was patient, though. He was patient and caring and understanding and it made your heart swell within your chest to the point that you weren’t even sure if you could keep it to yourself. He didn’t rush you into opening up or being vulnerable, but he noticed the small smile that formed on your lips whenever you showed him a song or meme that reminded you of him. He noticed the way your eyes sparkled with pride when you successfully made his favorite meal to surprise him after a long day.
You noticed the little things Tom did too. Like how he always took off his jacket and wrapped it around your shoulders if you were out on a date and you got cold. Or how he always offered to walk or drive you home before you moved in and if he couldn’t or if you drove yourself, he would tell you to drive safe and to text him when you got home.
“All those little things you did just made me fall even more in love with you.” He laughed softly. “Maybe I rubbed off on you a little bit.”
“Maybe.” You sighed, your head resting gently on his shoulder. “You told me you loved me all the time, it probably rubbed off on me little by little until I said it.”
A year and a half after a snowball resulted in you meeting the man of your dreams, you and Tom were still going strong, but you were scared. Tom had told you he loved you so many times yet you couldn’t find yourself to say those three little words back.
“I love you.” He would say. “You’re my soulmate.”
You loved him, you know you did. But despite Tom telling you all the time how much he loves you and that you were his soulmate, you were still scared. What if you said it and he rejected you? What if the two of you broke up and you were open and vulnerable for no reason?
It happened one night when you were laying in bed, your head resting on Tom’s chest, playing with hands, lost in thought.
“What’s on your pretty little mind, hm?” He murmured, pressing his lips to your forehead softly.
“Nothing.” Lie. You were actually thinking about how much you loved him and how lucky you were to have him in your life, but the thought of opening up like that terrified you. You fell in love the way you fall asleep, slowly and then all at once.
“Do you want to know the hardest thing about having a soulmate? It’s not the separation in the beginning, not the endless nights lying awake, hoping and praying that someone was made for you. It’s…it’s the love. It’s too strong, and you can’t fight it. I’ve tried. Believe me, I’ve tried…but I’m always going to love you. And I need you to know that.” He said softly, as if he could read your mind.
“How do you know you’ll always love me, though?” You asked. “That’s a long time.”
“Darling I fall more in love with you every day.” He chuckled.
“It’s just,” you started, not thinking about the words that left your mouth next. “I do love you but I’m scared. I don’t like being vulnerable like that, you know this.”
Tom paused before he let out a soft laugh, a sense of ‘I knew it’ mixed with confusion taking over your body.
“What?” You asked, starting to get mildly defensive.
“Baby you just said you loved me.” He smiled, making your eyes widen.
“I did?”
“Mhmm. Also said you were scared and didn’t like being vulnerable.” He mumbled against your head, his thumb rubbing over your knuckles softly. “Being vulnerable is what makes us human, lovey. ‘S okay to open yourself up, especially to me.”
“What if you didn’t feel the same way?” You glanced up at him, a small smile on his lips. “What if we broke up?”
“Neither of those are even possibilities.” He assured you. “I love you too much.”
You paused before responding. “I love you too.”
As the song came to an end, you found yourself overwhelmed with love and felt tears involuntarily fill your eyes. Tom frowned lightly when he saw the tears, pausing to hold your face in his hands gently, concern in his eyes.
“What’s wrong, hm? Regret marrying me already?” He teased, making you laugh softly.
“No. ‘M just really happy. I really love you. Don’t think I’ll ever stop.” You murmured, the concern and frown on Tom’s face being replaced with pure love and adoration.
“Good, darling, because you’re stuck with me forever now.” He replied.
“I wouldn’t want it any other way.”
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My Top Posts in 2021
#5
celesgiri headcanons
this is fully self indulgent
tea dates!!! whether they go out to cafes or just brew some at home, they like having tea dates :)) they prefer quieter cafes when they do go out though
kyoko likes coffee too, so celeste learned how to make her coffee and kyoko makes awesome royal milk tea
celeste LOVES dressing kyoko up. her detective gf is so pretty and she wants to get her pretty dresses to show that
also celeste just. really likes running her hands through kyoko's hair?? likes it's really soft and stuff and hfhdgj
kyoko probably overworks a lot and celeste needs her beauty sleep. that being said, celestia will make kyoko tea and stuff and remind her to rest a lot. to make up for the allnighters, celeste takes a lot of like small naps so she invites kyoko to come too
celeste can get VERY jealous and overprotective lmao. kyoko also does get jealous just less,,,loudly so
they like to hold hands hfhjskg
kyoko loves her goth gf
they're both kinda bad with emotions so it takes them a while to like. confess. they both KNOW they fancy each other though, there's no confusion. it's just,,,kyoko tends to not Really Say Much At All and celestia hides it behind half lies and offhand compliments
celeste uses pet names like dear, darling, old fashioned stuff like that, and also a lot of like. princess and things
kyoko though doesn't use tooo many petnames, more so nicknames and stuff.
kyoko is definitely a cat person so she and grand bois chéri ludenberg get along very well
131 notes • Posted 2021-01-01 09:29:20 GMT
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id like to think im smart
155 notes • Posted 2021-01-01 20:24:39 GMT
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new rb/ask game what would your objection bubble be if you were in ace attorney
162 notes • Posted 2021-09-13 22:28:14 GMT
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expose yourself by listing which ace attorney singular case side characters are your favourites, ill go first
247 notes • Posted 2021-08-12 20:16:22 GMT
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ace attorney??? more like really fucking gay attornies who are SO THICKHEADED i am going to kill them
why couldnt this just be a fandom thing like i thought it was before i played. why cant they just make these canon. why must we suffer so
i dont even want them to be canon cuz yknow normal reasons, i just want the fu kdingnf PINING TO STOP cuz its SO MUCH WORSE EVERY TIME
wrightworth? killed me. not bc of their cuteness or normal ship reasons, nooo instead you change your entire major for a guy you knew for 4 months when you were 9 and book a private jet cuz you thought the guy was dying and gain unnecessary feelings and have that man shine brilliantly in your eyes and share a deep dark secret with the exact same girl who just confessed her love to a guy and being great partners and trusting in each other to find the truth and enjoy biting into apples because theyre red and
klapollo? dont even get me started. once again, not because of normal ship reasons, but because they make me so infuriatingly mad. but yknow being used to getting inspected by the ladies but feeling that way for the first time with a man and calling each other cool while blushing and treating your guitars like lovers instead of smashing them on stage and singing a song about your boyfriend being the prosecutions witness and taking care your heart isnt stolen away and wiping pretty smiles off your opponents face and pulling the darkness out of him and being dazzled and literally asking him out to dinner is all normal and straight dude stuff
lanamia? girlfriends? really? i cant believe you thought that going to law school together and being both a detective and prosecution at the same time she was a defense attorney and being close enough to her you had to push her away and break contact when you got involved with a murder and dying at the hands of the man that blackmailed her and her being the first person you tried to contact when you were in trouble and being attracted to her (intellectually) could possibly mean anything not straight at all.
franmaya?? wtf are you on about??? wdym you saw acts of lesbianisms when two women admire each others strengths for being so strong in her own way in the exact same situation as herself and when theyre narrative foils and when one of them avoids whipping the other despite not doing this for pretty much anyone else and when she spends all night on a freezing cold mountain doing something extremely difficult to make sure the other is okay and out as soon as possible?
faraskye? HA dont make me laugh. why are you even telling me about how theyre literally a detective and thief which fits the trope perfectly and about how they investigate together and about how they worry about each other and how they both have big dreams about their careers in the future which theyre super passionate about and have entirely planned until something comes in their way?? this is all heterosexual behaviour???
blackmadhi? you mean having opposite designs that are black + edgy and white + holy while having the complete opposite personalities to their outfits and calling each other sad monk and reverse panda while fiercely going off against each other because neither of them can bear to lose and putting up facades to keep others away from their true selves but still caring about their younger siblings and doing anything for their sakes? yeah i dont see it.
junithena? youve got to be kidding. playing together in the woods as children and growing up to still remember each other even when others dont approve and being determined to help her find her true self and being worried that shes anxious while remembering what happens when she does even though its been years and getting mad at anyone who bothers her and sobbing because she gave you an orange and promising to defend her no matter what and taking a risk so that she doesnt get in trouble in court and calling each other nicknames and getting jealous that two people are fighting over her love while calling her a bunch of compliments and being supportive but sad when she gets a crush on a guy for some weird forking reason doesnt mean anything at all.
asoryuu????? whaaaat??? cant believe you ever thought that being certified besties and taking a huge risk so that said bestie wouldnt lose their dream and calling each others partners like every line and that thinking hes the pride and joy of your university and not sleeping in the same bed so you can go into the closet and teasing each other while still showing your unbreakable bond is homosexual activity.
tldr: theyre straight /s and i hate them
409 notes • Posted 2021-05-25 23:23:41 GMT
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hi this bit is from fae and STOPPPPP WITH THE DANGANRONPA WHAT THE HELL
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