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insomniamamma · 9 months ago
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Greenhorn: young!Ezra x F!reader
A/N: This was inspired by @opheliaelysia and our conversation about how Ez wouldn't be able to resist squishing an aurelac pod, but it ended up turning into something more. ALSO, though reader and OCs refer to Ezra as "the kid" I am picturing an early 20s Ezra. None of these people are minors.
Warnings: Language. Canon typical violence. Death. Slight gore. Angst. Hurt/comfort. A lil bit of fluff. Implied may-december romance. No beta.
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This is a bad idea, you think, as your drop-ship hits atmo, small squarish windows limned in fire, deep vibration that thrums up through your spine, the ship trying not to tear itself apart, and the kid is still talking. No one can hear him above the vibrations and the scream of superheated molecules shredding themselves apart against the heat shield. Del sings out
"We're at max pressure--" "Copy--" "There was this one time--" "No one gives a fuck, Greenhorn---" "All of you shut the fuck up--" "We're through," says Del, "Drogue deploy in 15--' 'There was a whole fuckin nest of em--" "Oi! Shut it!" "3-2-1, deploying drogues." Del punches the button at his right hand and the drogue 'chutes fire out and the drop-ship does a sick lurch, its pace slowing from suicidal to absurdly dangerous. You've got the ability to soft-land, but so long as Del lines it up right you won't have to, the bog should cradle you. Fuel saved on the way down makes the lift safer. "Deploying mains," you say, and flip the toggle, a loud thump and another jolt as the main chutes deploy, sprouting out from the top of your lander, like the days of Apollo on Old Terra. And still the fucking kid is yapping. In writing the kid seemed half-decent, a big, raw boned boy with a rakish, dimpled smile. Had his own suit and kit and filters. Was polite enough when you asked questions of him, all yes Ma'am and no Ma'am, and three bags full Ma'am. Never would have considered his green ass if Marko hadn't bailed, or, more precisely, if Marko hadn't gotten himself in trouble with the locals and run with his  tail between his legs, well, so now you had the kid, who could not for the life of him seem to shut up for two seconds. At first you thought it was just nerves, but he's been yammering away since you requested release. An uninterrupted, stream of consciousness narration. You are wondering if he is, indeed, brain damaged somehow.
"The thing about channel rats--" "For the love of Kevva no one gives a sweet jewel encrusted crap--" "Ezra! For the love of all that's holy, if you do not shut up I will shoot you in the face," you snap. "Clear?" He gives you a little wounded look. "Clear," says Ezra. And, for a brief, miraculous moment, there is silence. The drop ship lands, lurches in the boggy ground and is still. "How we lookin, Del?" "Nav dropped us right on the button," says Del, "We look great." The tight quarters fill with the sound of bodies unstrapping from the crash-couches. "Alright people. Let's suit up. Sooner we get our pull, sooner we get back up to connection orbit." You walk through the Green in loose formation. Del put you down not 3 clicks from the dig site, but the Green is tricksy and, lately, full of dangerous people. Del and Big Pete have rails. You and the kid have your throwers strapped to your hips. Del takes point, you and Big Pete hang back a hair. The kid is supposed to be bringing up the rear, but a look over your shoulder shows him entirely transfixed. This is probably his first time off whatever backwater sprung him, all shiny and new and dropped into the Bakhroma Green, his big brown eyes all agog, trying to look everywhere at once. And you feel this keenly, a spike in your chest that recalls your first time dirtside, the great, broad blue arc of the sky was enough to fuck you up, after only knowing smoothly curving station walls and blunted angles. You recall your wonder, setting foot on this lush and deadly ground, never had you seen so much life, never seen life that wasn't controlled and carefully cultivated. The Green is a truly wild place that obeys no rules but its own. "Is it all like this?" he asks, "So verdantly forested?" "Yep," says Del, "Once in a while you get a soft-spot like we landed in, but most of it's trees and roots." You slog along. The site is close, but it's already warm. And by the time you get there, the kid is mostly silent and that is truly a blessing, likely the effect of slowly poaching in his suit, not accustomed to the heat like you and the rest of the crew. "Should be getting close," says Del, brow furrowed, peering at a battered topographical map, a red x inside a red circle. You stop a beat and peer through the patterns of shadow and trees, the haze of winkling purple dust. "There," you say, hand reaching out to point without even thinking about it, a patch of dark, slightly sunken earth, devoid of brush. Plants don't like to grow over aurelac nests. You don't know why and it doesn't matter. "Right. We set up here. Trade me the rails, Del, you get to play teacher. Listen up, Ezra, Del is one of the best harvester's you'll meet. You listen to him, clear? You do what he says and nothing else." "Clear," says Ezra, grinning all big through his fishbowl helm. "Um...boss?" Says Big Pete, "Why we bothering with this boy?" "What if Marko can't get himself out of the shit this time, huh? We'll need another set of hands...we'll--" "PUT THAT DOWN!" Del's voice squeals loud and offended over the comms, "The fuck are you doin?" And before you can even think, you and Big Pete are running for the dig and would you look at that, there's the kid, gloves pulled out of their ring-seals and piled on the mossy ground beside him. He's got an aurelac node husk cupped in his bare hands, not even safely cut yet, it's umbilicus disappearing into the black dirt. "EZRA! WERE YOU BORN THIS STUPID OR DID IT TAKE YEARS OF RIGOROUS PRACTICE?" And, look at him, the kid smirks at you through his fishbowl helmet. "Sorry, Ma'am, " he says, "It seemed uncannily squishy. I just had to find out for myself--" You close the distance between you and grab his wrist, hard enough so that his idiot smile fades and you actually see some fear prick in those big brown eyes. Fear is good in the Green. Fear is your friend. Unlikely this kid has ever had cause to be afraid, but, by Kevva, you're going to give him some cause. You pull your knife from your belt and press the business end into Ezra's palm, right between the heart and head lines, just enough to dimple but not enough to break skin. He tries to jerk away, but you know how you hold him, grind those wrist bones together like marbles in a sock. "Ezra," your voice is soft, yelling does no good, this kid's probably been yelled at for most of his formative years, and it's obviously made no impression. "You see all this purple shit floating through the air? Pretty, isn't? Looks like fairy dust--" "Ma'am--" he tries to pull free. "Shut it, fool," you push the knife tip just a hair harder, feel him flinch, flinching is good, might save his idiot hide someday. "I break your skin, I give your the faintest kitten scratch of a wound and the spores will get in there and fest black. These spores will eat you from the bones out. You rot from the inside, clear?" "Clear." You let go and he scrabbles his gloves back on. "Fuckin hell," says Del. Big Pete just shakes his head.
Thank Kevva for small favors, the kid is a quick study. Those big hands are surprisingly clever, and even Del is impressed by his ability. The idea licks around your mind that maybe it's time to cut Marko loose for good, Ezra has plenty of raw talent even if he can't shut up. Your time in the Green is almost done, a half cycle to button up the dig, break camp and lift. You've given Del back the rail-gun, traded for harvesting. The thrill of splitting open those strange membranes has never gown old for you, the finicky work of dissecting the carom blisters away from the inner sac, the fizz of the fazer and then your prize revealed, in this moment your mind is fully on the pull, you don't notice anything off until you feel something thump into the back of your helmet, and hear the whine of a primed thrower. A voice crackles ever the common channel. "Drop your weapons boys, or this stupid cow gets one right through the brain pan." Big Pete already has his hands in the air, Petey always was a softy, Del still has his rails, looking at your face for a sign and you shake your head. Take the shot, you think, you try to think it AT him, but you see the rail-gun slide out of his hands. God Damnit.  You would have expected them to act selfishly. You always expected you'd die out here and the business end of some thrower. And, of course, the kid is nowhere to be seen. Probably wandered behind a tree to take a leak or already caught a blast to the skull. "Right then," Your assailant says, he's got your air-hose doubled over in his free hand, "You open up that case so I can--" The thrower discharges and you pitch forward, there is no pain, just pressure,  and suddenly you can breathe easier. You heave against the dead weight on your back, scrabble back down into the slick of dead leaves and needles and then the pressure is gone and you sit up. The dying man crawfishes over the loam, peering out of his helm with wide eyes and blood spattered lips, eyes that plead until they are obliterated. Ezra stands with his thrower smoking, his face pulled up into a rictus of fear and rage. "Del. Petey. Circle back. Comm channel zero. Anything flinches you take it out. Clear?" Big Pete :"Clear" Del: "Clear" "Ezra. Get his filter," "huh?" "Did I stutter? You get his filter and any other kit that's any good." You stand, but your legs want to betray you. You take a couple shambling steps and plant yourself on a fallen tree, watching the kid strip the corpse, peels the filters and o rings and hose like he's done it a million times. Your breath comes hard and ragged. Nausea grips you. All your time in the Green and you never get over that feeling of almost dying, the taste of it on your tongue like hot smoke, and here's the kid gripping your shoulder, helping you up. "We going back to camp?" "Yeah," you say, "Thrower out. There might be more of them."                                                                                                                                                                                         "I didn't want to--" You know where this is going. You remember hearing the same arguments spill out of yourself the first time you had to use a thrower, "I mean, he woulda--" You stop so you can look at him through the foggy business of his helmet. "You did right." You say, "he meant to take our whole pull." Ezra nods, but his eyes are still white-rimmed and shocked. You reach for him and give his arm a little shake. "Let's go. Eyes peeled, clear?" "Clear."
You keep expecting that shaky, nauseated feeling to dissipate on the walk back to camp but it does not. The suit seems suffocating, and you practically bolt for the tent, in and fumbling with your suit before Ezra can even turn on the scrubbers. You reach to doff your helmet, something you've done daily for years, but your hands shake and you fumble the catches, two attempts and you feel like you're drowning in your own exhalations, you need this fishbowl off your head right now, but your hands won't stop shaking. "Here," Ezra pushes your hands away and does the catches himself, lifting the helmet away from your face. His own fishbowl's gone, his sweaty hair sticking up in crazy quills, that little blond streak screaming up from his scalp like an exclamation point, and before you can properly process what's happening, Ezra pulls you into a hug, his arms wrapped tight around your shoulders. Your hands, which, by all means, should be shoving him the fuck off of you, turn traitor and creep around his middle. You're still shaking, but you feel him shaking too, the two of you vibrating with spent adrenaline like plucked guitar strings. His warm palm grips the back of your neck and nestles your head into the space between his neck and shoulder. You let out a watery breath. "Fuck. I'm getting to old for this shit." Ezra makes a dismissive sound. His fingers dig at your nape, pressing into the tight, cabled muscles there. You let yourself lean against him, lean into his warmth. You can't remember a time you've been this close to someone without expecting a backstab. Ezra murmurs. It's okay, we're safe, I've got you, we're safe, reassuring himself as much as you. "Ezra?" "Yes, Ma'am?" "Don't make this your life," You lift your head and look up at him, his brows are furrowed. "I'm afraid I don't understand."  You poke his belly. "Get yourself maybe three solid pulls and then you get the fuck out of here," you say, peering into those big, dark eyes, "Get out and don't come back." "Ma'am?" "The Green changes people," you say, "And generally not for the better." He gives you a hard squeeze that you return and then he releases you, but only partially, one arm still slung over your shoulder. "You know," he says, "I have among my personal effects a bottle of Kanvian fire-water. Once we lift we could find a quiet place on yon freighter and share it." "Kanvian, eh?" You turn up your arm to look at your chronometer. "We boost in, what, a third of a cycle? Manage not to do anything catastrophically stupid between now and then and I'll consider it." His lips pull into a smirk, his dark eyes glittering, crinkling at the corners. He raises his hand to his head in a mock salute. "Yes, Ma'am." "Del and Big Pete should be done with their sweep soon. Start system checks on the ship, then help break camp." "Yes, Ma'am." He scoops up his discarded helmet under one arm and heads for the entrance. "Oh, and, Ezra?" "Yeah?" "You say anything about..." You gesture vaguely, "Whatever this was that just happened--" "Not to worry, fair maiden," he says, grinning, "No word of our tryst shall pass my lips, because I know that the second I let things slip you will undoubtedly shoot me in the face." "The fuck outta here, smooth talker," you laugh. Ezra jams the fishbowl back on his head and steps out into the sticky heat of The Green, zipping the tent behind him. He's a fool, you think as you set about grading and stowing the day's pull, he's a fool and likely to get himself killed. You just hope you're not the one who has to see it.
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intruality-overlord · a year ago
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Why Are We (Best) Friends?
Warnings: excessive swearing, alcoholism, mentions of drugs, drug use, suggestive humor, implied sexual content (no smut), some gore descriptions. Generally, Remus stuff.
Taglist: @blogging-time @veraisnotfine @littlestr @jessibbb @broken-pens @hi-its-tutty @idkanameatall @moxiety--sanders101 @theyluna-womoon
Last chapter! I’ll put a warning for when it starts getting a little heated just in case anyone will be uncomfortable but I assure you there’s no actual smut. Idk I just had fun with this last chapter. I also apologise if it’s a little awkward I don’t really have... experience.
Chapter Eight: No, Fuck Me
May 2nd, 2017.
“Oh, fuck.”
Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck of fuck—
“Reeemuuss!”
How could Patton still sound exactly like himself while covered in cocaine and his breath ripe with cider?
Patton was drooling garbled words onto his chest. Everything he slurred barely registered to Remus, who might have blushed if he wasn’t so busy trying to process what he was witnessing. “Are you okay?” Was all he could think to say for himself. “Hehe... I’ve no idea wha’ words are righ’ now,” Patton giggled, summing everything up.
And Patton was staring at him.
Tugging on his sash scrunched in shaky fists, tugging on his heart strings, Patton stared. Centre of gravity balanced on top of him, his trust thrust onto him, Patton stared. He never stopped staring. Never cringed and shied away.
And Patton was smiling at him.
The picture of innocence, tipsy and twisted like an image reflected in a bubble, smiled at him. The epitome of adorableness, smiled at him as if he was the one who beheld someone truly precious. He never stopped smiling. Never cringed and shied away.
Please tell him Patton hadn’t sniffed any cocaine.
“Your sash matches your eyes,” he said. Remus went cross eyed watching Patton lift a finger to his face. Booping his nose, he triggered a rush of blood to dot Remus with red like scattered fairy lights. His heart started panicking— Patton played with his mustache, the curled ends latching onto him. The little tweaks felt so… nice, weirdly. Remus liked weird.
His heartbeat escalated.
Why did it feel so nice?
It broke into a sprint.
“An’ your mustache loo’ li’e mouse whis’ers— no! A lil’ ca’erpilla’,” Patton giggled. And he sounded like fucking jingle bells chiming.
Remus’s heart tripped, grasping at his lungs like hanging onto a cliff’s edge. His breath struggled with his heart’s still, strangling grip.
Nose scrunching, Patton ducked his head into Remus’s chest to hide from the kitchen light. Then, Patton became a completely dead weight.
Startling back to life, his heart pounding between the bars of his ribs, it beat so hard it made Patton appear to shiver. He gasped at his circulatory system coming back online. On reflex, Remus looped his arms around Patton’s waist so he’d continue to slump against him rather than slide to the floor. Butterflies would have flown if their wings hadn’t been sewn shut. As it was, they flopped uselessly at the pit of Remus’s gut.
Alcohol poisoning, Remus had previously pondered, was either the best or worst way to go. As figments of the imagination, it was impossible to die.
Accidentally. Accidentally die.
Now, Remus wanted to believe Patton got this drunk by accident. Yet how could someone drink so excessively, so determinedly, without the intent of… and if a figment of the imagination really wanted to…
Remus cradled the jumble of sloshed bones. He sighed. A deep, protective need to cherish him settled in his chest cavity. Nestled snugly under his manubrium, it ached. The ache was a mollusk that anchored to his sternum and sucked on, securing itself. It ached, like a fresh scald. Tender, tingling, hot, and glowing with blood. He wanted to protect Patton from the world, from all the spiders.
Protect him from whatever drove him to do this.
Remus summoned the warmest, fluffiest blanket he could imagine, bundled him up, and googled how to treat alcohol poisoning (decidedly the worst way to go, in his mind now).
He remembered what to do next time, engraved in his muscle memory.
The Present.
“You know what I think? The others have a bias against you just because you’re the only one who can pull off facial hair,” Patton said, and Remus barked a hearty laugh.
It had been a week and a few days since Patton’s revaluation about his feelings. Since then, Remus had had a chance to compute everything, sort out his own feelings, and he was ready to talk about it now. Patton had been patient with him, but over the past week or so he could tell it was eating away at him slowly. Only today did he seem to relax.
Heaping a greedy, chocolatey helping on his spoon, Remus passed back the ice cream tub to Patton who sat crisscross on the floor alongside him. Patton immediately helped himself to more.
What better time than now to talk?
“Apple?”
“Yeah, Ferret Boy?” Patton said around his spoon.
“How much have you had to drink today?” Remus asked. Patton knew he didn’t mean water, but was still puzzled. “I had one shot this morning, but I’m sober by now. Why does it matter?” Patton said sceptically.
Then he gasped, already reaching for the mini fridge, “Wait! We should count how many drinks it takes to get me wasted! I must be able to handle more than last time by now—”
“No!” Remus shouted hurriedly, snatching Patton’s hands away. “That’s not what I was suggesting. I just want you dry for this conversation,” he reiterated clearly. Fighting to not instinctively curl up, Patton quietly assessed the situation. As soon as everything clicked, his eyes started aimlessly roaming around the room. Only for his attention to snap back not more than two seconds later by a timid squeeze around his wrists.
Remus had a smile indistinguishable between shyly loving and guilty.
“How does it feel, by the way?” Remus stalled. Patton tilted his head in question. “Being… present more often,” he elaborated. Remus’s hold slipped down his wrists, cradling Patton’s hands. “Honestly,” Patton began, unable to draw his eyes from the swirling pattern Remus’s thumbs stroked onto his hands. The hypnotic motion helped channel his thoughts. “Time moves a lot slower when you remember everything clearly,” he mused, glancing up. “It’s quality time.” All time spent with Remus was quality time, so the longer the better.
(It was also tiring. The world may be slower, but now his thoughts are faster and they don’t flow as easily past his lips. It makes him feel… different. He wants to say he feels more like himself… but he doesn’t remember what “himself” feels like. And he’s reluctant to say that the person he spent so much time as wasn’t him. That was him for so long it couldn’t possibly not be him— how could that be any less himself than him before when his memory of both is blurry?)
Remus kept looking at him with that smile he didn’t want to keep silently guessing—
“Skip to the point, Remus, please?” He pleaded.
“I’m getting to it, Teacup.”
“Emu…” He insisted. Remus had no resolve. He gave in easily as an empty pepsi can. “Okay, okay,” and he couldn’t help but smile. Nervously, but still. Was it too late to double check he heard Patton right the other day?
“You’re my best friend. You’ll always be my best friend. But maybe we could be something else, as well?” Remus enfolded Patton’s hands into his cupped hands, gently warming them. “Can we be each other’s everything?”
“What kind of question— You already are my everything, you crackhead,” Patton snapped.
Then he realised what exactly happened.
“Shit, I mean— I meant what I said just— fuck, sorry, didn’t mean to say it like that—”
“I love you so fucking much,” and with those words, everything Patton was going to say dissolved on his tongue.
Tangling his fingers in the strands, Remus ran a hand through Patton's hair and cradled his head. Patton sunk into his touch, eyes slipping closed with a dopey smile. Warm, real, staying. “Can I kiss you, please?” Remus asked, voice cutely curling in question like a fern unfurling. Patton’s eyes creaked back open as if he was waking from a dream. The precious, little puppy, so fragile. Focusing on now, Remus blinked his speeding thoughts away.
“Teddy Bear,” Remus chuckled. Blushful, Patton’s attention jolted back. “Can I kiss you,” he asked again through giggles. It was infectious. Giggles like sparkling champagne bubbles poured from Patton. Toppling over into each other, their foreheads knocked together in their hysterics. Keep laughing, don’t cry. “Yes, yes you Rabbit Heart!” Patton spluttered in their spiral of nonsensical laughter. Their lips crashed together. Laughter melded into pleased hums.
Slowing down their clumsy clashing of lips and teeth, Patton suddenly found he had no fucking clue what he was doing. Unrelentingly reassuring, Remus’s grip tightened faintly in his hair and he showed him how. The hairs of Remus’s moustache tickled his upper lip (and the corners of Patton’s lips curled up like said moustache). They could both taste the lingering chocolate ice cream. The kiss felt... natural. Why hadn’t they done this before? Yet, they supposed, they were only ready for it now. When they broke apart, their lips were beginning to become plump. Before they fully separated, Remus planted a kiss on Patton’s forehead. “I always wanted to do that,” he giddily whispered to himself.
Slowly, it dawned on Patton; that was his first kiss. They had kissed each before, but not on the lips. Those didn’t count. They’d done everything except kiss each other on the lips because somehow that felt like where the line was drawn. It made no fucking sense. (Patton knew kissing was romantic, but he had never made that explicit connection to sex. In his mind, it meant whatever you wanted it to mean. Maybe because when Remus gave him The Talk, he cut out the “When two people love each other very much, they have a special hug” bull crap.)
But Patton was glad they saved his first kiss for something more meaningful. Romantic.
They always had done everything backwards.
*look away now if you don’t want to see it get heated*
A primal instinct unlocked in Patton. An unmistakable burning. Is this how Remus had always felt? Pure, rich, dark desire. (Remus wouldn’t call it that, but still.) Eyes dark with his dilated pupils, Patton was staring down at his lips. Staring, staring, so intensely. Confused slightly, Remus leaned back in an inch.
Suddenly Patton was pouncing on him. Patton desperately scrunched his sash in his fist, tugging him closer, closer, closer. Remus rebalanced himself, hands on Patton’s thighs. Confidently, Patton kissed him with a bruising firmness that stamped his taste of honey onto him. “Can I?” He begged, panting against his lips. “Please,” his voice cracked. Remus nodded in a daze, “Yes.” His chest was bare before he could blink. Hastily, Patton hauled him to the bed, and as soon as Remus was flopped on his back, cushioned by pillows and plushies (migrants from Patton’s room to Remus’s), Patton promptly tore off his own shirt. Glasses caught in the crossfire clattered on the floor.
What the fuck— Remus didn’t have time to react. Is this how Patton had always felt? Jesus, he wasn’t complaining though. All he could do was fixate on Patton eclipsing his sight, him.
“Do you really…? You’ve never initiated it.”
“Would be silly of me to rip your shirt off if I wasn’t interested,” Patton joked. “Do you really want this? You’re not just… trying to please me?” Remus had to ask. Shaking his head fondly, Patton stroked his cheek, burnishing it into a pink glow.
“I— I want so many things, right now. I want to make love to you. I want, I want—“ Voice cracking, Patton dived back down into a desperate kiss. Before breaking apart, panting, he dipped his tongue to taste Remus. Patton savoured the scrape of his teeth against his taste buds. “I want you to moan and keen and whimper like you never have before. I want you to be boneless by the time I’m done with you,” he purred.
Fuck. Remus whined, “Yes, god, Moonshine.”
Patton descended on him. He pressed a searing kiss to his cheek then cupped his face before the heat could dim. Pinkie tucked behind his ear, Patton used it as leverage to lead Remus’s chin up. A clear, delectable canvass for him. Nipping, kissing down his jaw, neck, collar bone, lapping up his whines like white wine. Remus clutched the sheets like the memory of his sanity. Remus’s pulse thrummed beneath his lips. Patton’s tongue was a blisteringly hot branding iron against his neck. He’d never had a proper chance to paint Remus before, so he was on a treasure hunt for his sweet spot. One spot that made him squirm, right beneath his chin, got some extra attention. (Now he’d show everyone.)
Most would expect Remus to be loud, yet he was surprisingly quiet. Every sound was for Patton, and Patton’s only to hear. Remus kept everything confined in their bubble of space and time. As much as Patton loved his ears being serenaded, he fully intended on swallowing down every sweet sigh and moan he could this time.
Observing his work, Patton sat back where he straddled Remus’s hips. Remus splayed his fingers across the expanse Patton’s chest and shoulders at arm’s length, caught between wanting to soak him all in through touch or sight— press their bodies flush together like a flower to keep, or admire him right now. So broad and steady they were (perfect for piggybacks). Rock carved and polished by lapping, consuming waves with saltwater grit until smooth and round. Not nearly as steady as a figment of imagination with standard, over-the-counter-prescription sanity, but undoubtedly more certain in reality than Remus himself. His shoulders were one of Remus’s favourite parts of Patton, directly next to his strong hands and equally gentle words (both of which were big and frighteningly effective at taking his breath away). In the whole stretch of the most likely round wide world, there’s nowhere he’d rather be than here. (The world being Patton, and here being in his arms.)
Bloody— For the love of acid, how didn’t he see it sooner?
“Are— are you… oh my god you’re actually drooling. You’re like a Saint Bernard,” Patton chuckled. Smirking, he knew just how to drive the adorable, kinky bastard crazy. Patton took Remus’s hand, and cracked each knuckle individually. Every pop caused a spark, like striking a match, lighting up his veins.
Crack! Pop! Pop! Snap!
Picking up Remus’s other hand, Patton smirked down at him lovingly. Then he cracked every knuckle at once like scrunching bubble wrap.
Remus whimpered— borderline keened.
Only Patton could do this to him. Only Patton knew him this well.
Lacing their fingers together, Patton pressed the back of Remus’s hands to his lapel— And his pulse— It was much slower and steadier than his own. All things considered, probably a properly functioning circulatory system. Weird. Remus wondered how that would feel.
His heart fluttered, tangling the surrounding muscles. It left his chest feeling tight.
Remus didn’t blush easily, but when he did, he blushed like an anime girl. The entire top half of his body flushed beet red, his love bites hiding for a second. As if raspberries had burst like paintballs all over him.
It was all too much.
But, oh, for Remus... too much was never enough.
Great, his heart was palpitating. For a brief moment, Remus wondered if it was the flustered kind. Then his chest imploded under an invisible weight. His left heart flailed, knocking the air out of him. No, never fun.
Patton could hear his heart beating like a paddle ball. Oh, shit.
Patton quickly summoned a glass of water the moment he saw his eyes lose focus, wide and vacant. Pressing the cool glass to his lips, it felt like ice and Remus swore he heard it sizzled against his tongue.
“Sorry, I’m sorry. I know I can trigger it when I’m a bit... intense,” Patton apologised in the most calming voice he can possibly manage.
“Don’t you dare say sorry, I love it. I just wasn’t— prepared.”
Remus scrunched his nose at the bitter honey taste.
“This was pay back wasn’t it,” he commented.
“You said it helped before.“
“Yes but— I meant the taste.”
“It’s not that bad—“
Remus scoffed, “Oh, I beg to differ.”
Patton smirked. “Begging now, are we?” He teased.
“You…”
Patton giggled, but it wasn’t his normal giggle. It was low, and on the edge of evolving into an alluring growl.
They sat for a while in stillness while Remus recalibrated. Remus tried to strike the balance between breathing in enough and inhaling too much.
“Do you still want to...”
Remus nodded. Patton sighed in relief, “Jesus Christ, I haven’t even touched you yet.”
“I’ve never seen you so… so— enthusiastic, is all…”
Patton cupped his jaw, catching Remus’s bottom lip under his thumb.
“Is it too much?”
Remus kissed his thumb, then gushed, “No, oh god, I love it. I love you.”
“Do you want this?”
“God, fuck yes—” Remus didn’t think he had ever wanted anything more, “but do you? You don’t have to, you can always say no,” Remus reminded—
Patton seized both his wrists, pinning them above his head. “I know. I want to,” he said. Pressing their foreheads together, Patton’s thudding heart drew out his next words directly from his lungs like it was the most important breath he’d ever take. He whispered to him, “I want to show you.”
And that saccharine ache. That loving ache swelled and split Remus’s ribs.
There was a silent breath between them in acknowledgement that this wouldn’t be like all the other times. No, it would be special. It will be loving on a new level.
Patton captured Remus’s lips in another kiss, sealing the moment with a wordless promise.
“Cookie mix or two taps?”
“Cookie mix or two taps.”
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grumpygreenwitch · a year ago
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Summer Gardening.
So it’s been a while, and for that I apologize to the... 200+ people who follow me. I’m sure y’all are here for the cat pics and the nekked men, but TOO BAD. Today you get to suffer through pics of my green children. Also, I do share seed. My seed list link will be up later in the year. To begin with, the summer flowers are out en force:
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Echinacea Purpurea, the original echinacea. I do save yearly seed from these guys, although it’s an incredibly pointy, stabby and bleed-y job. 
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Mountain Phlox. Unfortunately, all of it around the house is afflicted with powdery mildew, so I will not share seed. But it’s still pretty to look at, and the clearwings (hummingbird moths) love it. Not pictured is the white variant, who grows on the other side of the house. Look, it was hot and I was already melting.
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Peppermint Balsam. This thing is basically indestructible, for an annual. It will reseed freely (to truly Lovecraftian levels) and blooms continuously from late spring until mid-fall, when the seed-pods set. There is a dormant genetic in it for double flowers, but when it pops up it’s always been sterile. It just pops up occasionally from the peppermint seed.
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I may give the roommate hell over the hostas (I hate them. They’re so useful to protect toads and control weeds, but I hate them), but they do put out pretty flowers. There are several variants around the house - white-edged, blue and green, but hostas in general are very, very hard to start from seed. I will save it on request, only. We were also incredibly lucky to have a Moth Mullein sprout in our porch bed, along with some Variegated Solomon’s Seal.The SS doesn’t put out seeds, and I don’t have enough to share bulbs (yet), but the mullein has been exceptionally generous with seed pods, and it repels bugs. It repels ROACHES. It’s going everywhere. And I may be convinced to part with some seed.
Onward!
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A view from a hill. Can you see the garden? That’s OK, I can’t either. Those are peach trees, on the side of the orchard closest to the house. Unfortunately a freak storm during early spring killed all the blossoms. Also, don’t mistake ‘orchard’ for ‘organized’. There’s a pear, some apples, a plum, some nectarines? And front and center are two walnuts. I’ll probably be plunking my laurel there to see if it survives winter. And someday when I have a job and money again, I would like to drop a few Chicago Hardy figs, and maybe a kiwi trellis.
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This is the big garden (and fortunately not my responsibility, or I would cry). The guys are ‘handling’ it. The weeds say otherwise.
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The jasmine tree and the roommate’s garden. Because of a bad back injury that refuses to heal, I’ve been helping them on and off with it. And if you thought jasmine was supposed to stay a delightful little bush, AHAHAHAHAH. Yes, that’s a light-post next to it. For size comparison.
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MY CHILDREN. Please ignore the dead soccer ball. That’d be a dog toy.
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Lemon balm, amaranth, and a new bed that I’ll be finishing off during fall, for use next year. The lemon balm is a permanent row - it will overwinter just fine, and it will even keep growing through the mildest part of December. Mine didn’t die back until a few solid days of sleet in January. Unfortunately the weed fabric under the amaranth turned out to be an old roll, and fell apart on me (no big, the whole point is for it to fall apart eventually), so the weeds have kinda eaten it alive.
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Unfortunately, both cucumber beetles and blister beetles love the amaranth. Fortunately, it does not seem to give a damn. It’s an incredibly resilient plant, not minding weeds, bugs, flood or drought. We’ll see what the grain actually tastes like, but so far it’s looking like a good candidate for continuous growing.
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The lemon balm is lemon-balming. Planted on a lark, it’s proven to be a fantastic wind-breaker - because it grows so early and so quick, it keeps the colder winds that come down through the hollow from my more fragile seedlings, like the lettuce, dill and cilantro. You can see here where the spent flower-heads are dying but there’s new growth underneath; I really have to get in there and behead it. It makes nice hot tea, meh cold tea, and hanging fresh bunches of it around the balcony keeps the skeeters off. It also seems to be a decoy for cabbage moths.
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Canary Zinnia. The seed was sent to me as a gift with one of my seed orders, and this is my first year growing it. -If- I can save some, I’ll definitely be sharing and growing again. It’s a lovely plant, very sturdy, and the bees love it.
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Dwarf Castor Oil. I don’t think there’s anything dwarf about it, but then I’m a short green witch myself, so maybe it’s all about perspective. Don’t let the pods lie to you, until they dry the spikes are relatively soft. However, it being castor oil, I don’t recommend it to anyone with ducks, chickens, goats, or anything that might accidentally try talking a nibble or pecking at the beans. I do, however, recommend them from jewelry if you know how to pierce things and so on. They are a gorgeous tiger-stripe pattern.
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Say hello to the chard! Say goodbye to the chard! Nothing else, absolutely nothing else since the limas, has given me so much trouble. The deer love getting into my chard bed and destroying it (ergo all the forks). And once I managed to chase those off, the blister beetles showed up in force. This will be the last year I grow it - we just don’t eat enough of it to make it worth my while, and it only occasionally sold at the Farmers’ Market.
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Red lettuce - Merlot and Lollo Vino, a combination of bought and saved seed. I planted a red romaine of some sort, too, but unsurprisingly it bolted in the heat. The darker reds of my favorites, though, keep bugs off them, keep deer from noticing them, and keep them from bolting. It’s just now threatening to, and at this point its kind of allowed. I need more seed for next year. Seed for this will likely be shared by the teaspoon-ful.
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Calendula! I searched for a long time to find the plain ol’ calendula officinalis ancestor, rather than a cultivar where I would have no way of knowing if the medicinal principles would have been sacrificed for looks. It’s supposed to work well as poor man’s saffron (color, no taste), and I’m going to be soaking the heck outta my feet on it during winter. The plant is... not pretty. It gets leggy and the leaves get grotty very quickly. But it’s very sturdy and as long as you cut the flowerheads off as fast as you can, it’ll keep blooming until well into winter. I usually leave it to go to seed around late September.
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Green cilantro seeds. You pick ‘em when they’re brown, but before they drop off the plant. Or you pick ‘em when they’re brown-ing, and put them in a paper bag so they’ll finish ripening there and you don’t end up with fifty wild cilantro plants in your garden >_> Most of the row is already gone, and I’ll be putting in a late dill crop in its place. No such thing as too  much dill!
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Don’t let lemongrass lie to you. Unless you tie it up, it will not grow up neat and tidy, as most grass does. Instead it will sprawl like a dramatic wilting Elizabethan lady and do its best to end up under your feet so you’ll feel bad about it. I just tie it up with a half-blade of grass; it dries up and withers away before it can hurt the plant.
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I ordered pennyroyal seed because... Well, because it’s something one should have on hand, considering the way the world is going. What I got was Creeping Pennyroyal, which doesn’t care if you step on it (mint family), smells absolutely delightful, and has the most adorable, tiny purple flowers. I plan on harvesting, drying and sprinkling it everywhere in the crawlspace under the house. Making war on cave crickets, wood roaches, and other such sundries, me.
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The thyme and Spicy Oregano took a beating in the heat, but they’re slowly bouncing back. The bed behind them is more pennyroyal, desperately in need of weeding, but there’s only one of me, y’know.
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SIGH. Just. You absolute, ill-mannered monster of a creature. That would be horseradish, gloriously happy to be alive, as horseradish should be. Also, NOT IN ITS BASKET. Because never mind the rules, I guess.
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I don’t even know how I’m gonna dig that up come winter. With some construction equipment, I GUESS. 
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Decorative gourd! It’s the only one producing so far, but being the seed was 10+ years old, I’m very pleased.
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And an apple gourd (I think?), from a mixture of drying gourds that was only slightly less ancient. Snake, apple and birdhouse gourds. There’s a bunch of them competing in the basket at this point, we’ll see what we will see.
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And this, I think, is a great use of a dead canopy frame (the dogs ate the canopy. No, I’m not making it up.) I hope to coax the gourds to grow me a lil’ roof so I can sit in shade, surrounded by pennyroyal anti-skeeter barriers, eating my maters.
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My Peter Peppers (nrehehehehe) aren’t producing yet - it takes them a while. But my Chinese 5-Color are getting started. It’s a lovely pepper, both edible and ornamental, with (so I’m told) about four times the heat of a Jalapeno. They’re tiny, with deep purple undertones to the plant. They’ll go purple-white-yellow-orange-red.
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The bullhorns, on the other hand, are fairly sizable SWEET peppers on very tiny plants, and I honestly suggest staking them while they’re young so they grow a sturdy trunk, else you might end up with all of them growing at a slant.They’re just now beginning to turn colors. Keeping in mind I’m virulently allergic to peppers (less so sweet than hot, but allergic to all of them), the roommate loves ‘em.
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It’s a small pepper bed - mainly to refresh my seed on the hots, and to grow sweets for the roommate. Pardon the nekked bed, the autumn lettuce hasn’t sprouted yet. And yes, that’s a mixed basil/dill bed next to it. My basil grew in patchy holes (NEVER buying from those seed people again), so I filled the holes with dill. Unfortunately, dill seed heads are so fine that they’re hard to photograph well.
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The tomato row. After arguing with them for this long, I went the extra mile. Every plant has a metal stake. There’s also a double line growing at the top supporting the stakes so they don’t fall over. And they still fell over. Because why not, you unruly children, why not.
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Green, white, pink and brown cherry tomatoes. Delicious!
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Two kinds of cucumbers, some of the only decent shots of the dill seed-heads, and a special guest hiding in the shade. I usually plant dill as soon as the cucumber sprouts, to keep cucumber beetles off it. Otherwise I’d have no cucumbers and a lot of fat beetles.
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The Muncher is a small cucumber, somewhat delicate. It’s very sensitive to temperature changes, and it’s candy to cucumber beetles - basically, it’s impossible to grow it without a heavy curtain of dill, or a heavy duty decoy. This year I got lucky enough to have both. It’s also delicious pickled, keeping its crunch and getting a good ooomph in flavor.
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The Japanese Long is, as the name implies, long. It’s also incredibly bitey, and absolutely scrumptious. It’s sweet! And unlike the average cucumber, it does not go metallic when salted.
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And now for the SPECIAL CHILD OF MY HEART. Seriously. I have been lusting after Blue Tea Peas since I first saw them offered, and every single time they’d be sold out pretty much the day of. This year I finally got some and... remember me mentioning that freak freeze that killed the peach blossoms? Yeah. Guess what it also killed. But two plants soldiered on. I have them heavily shielded by the cucumbers, dill and chamomile, and really I have no words for the blue. Pics don’t do it justice. I won’t have the tea this year, I’m saving as much seed as I can, but I am so pleased to have it at all!
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 Last, but not least, and it’s a poor shot of it, the chamomile. I cannot drink chamomile to sleep - it does put me to sleep, but it also gives me bad dreams. I plan on using it as a skin wash for all the bug bites, along with the calendula, and to give me some respite from dry skin during winter.
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Stay green! See you in fall! Now back to our normal schedule of frogs, cats and nekked men!
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angel-ranger · a year ago
for the cute asks can you do all of them? i saw you do it before but if you cant pick out your favorite ones
you’re in luck, I somehow have nothing to do! ever! (I had some other asks but then I got this one and figured I’d do them all in one).
1: when you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk?
I try to have more cereal than milk but I always end up with more milk than cereal, which is fine ‘cause I like milk.
2: do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day?
love it!
3: what random objects do you use to bookmark your books?
receipts or random scraps of paper.
4: how do you take your coffee/tea?
milk with two sugars for both.
5: are you self-conscious of your smile?
oh, definitely.
6: do you keep plants?
I can barely keep myself, so no.
7: do you name your plants?
my housemate named a plant jessica. I think I’d name one goliath.
8: what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings?
does making spotify playlists count? (I also do some writing and poetry).
9: do you like singing/humming to yourself?
yeah!
10: do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach?
side.
11: what’s an inner joke you have with your friends?
ham rolls.
12: what’s your favorite planet?
saturn.
13: what’s something that made you smile today?
I got to see all of my grandparents doing food deliveries. it was really nice.
14: if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like?
open plan kitchen and living room, maybe a counter to have a little separation? big couch! there will be a nintendo wii! lots of ikea furniture, lmao, and light but not overbearing colours.
15: go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is!
there's floating water in space!
16: what’s your favorite pasta dish?
spaghetti.
17: what color do you really want to dye your hair?
I’d like to dye the rest of it purple but I have been informed that is unwise. maybe blue!
18: tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up.
fell down some icy stairs once when I was very drunk with my hands full of: my phone, a mcdonald’s, and a coffee, and I didn’t drop a thing! until I got home.
19: do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw/ in it?
nope.
20: what’s your favorite eye color?
Hazel? I’m not overly fussed.
21: talk about your favorite bag, the one that’s been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces.
I… don’t have a favourite bag??
22: are you a morning person?
Sometimes, it depends on how my sleeping pattern is going. I can be.
23: what’s your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations?
literally do nothing. Just chill out in bed watching films.
24: is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets?
no.
25: what’s the weirdest place you’ve ever broken into?
I’ve done a lot of accidental trespassing onto farms #countrysidelyfe.
26: what are the shoes you’ve had for forever and wear with every single outfit?
I always buy tan boots.
27: what’s your favorite bubblegum flavor?
apple.
28: sunrise or sunset?
sunset.
29: what’s something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing?
ramble.
30: think of it: have you ever been truly scared?
Yes. don’t even have to think very hard.
31: what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks.
I love socks! possibly my favourite article of clothing. I buy colourful socks, patterned socks white socks, black socks, ankle socks, trainer socks, knee high socks, socks you can’t see. I just love socks.
32: tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends.
there was a bird. in my bathroom. I was not sober in many ways. the trauma lives on.
33: what’s your fave pastry?
sausage rolls.
34: tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it?
I had one of those monkeys that had velcro on its hands so you could wrap it around your shoulders like a cape. he was called stanley after the cartoon and i still have him.
35: do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often?
I like them but i rarely use them.
36: which band’s sound would fit your mood right now?
right now? the wallows, perhaps.
37: do you like keeping your room messy or clean?
clean. tidy room tidy mind.
38: tell us about your pet peeves!
I don’t like loud chewing or gulping. “well, actually…”. men who can’t take instruction from a woman in charge. leaving doors open.
39: what color do you wear the most?
muted ones, blues, beiges, pinks, some white, grey, and black.
40: think of a piece of jewelry you own: what’s it’s story? does it have any meaning to you?
I have a star necklace that my mum gave me. It has meaning but I would like to keep that to myself.
41: what’s the last book you remember really, really loving?
The Princess Diarist by Carrie Fisher.
42: do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it!
not really.
43: who was the last person you gazed at the stars with?
God, a handful of people from camp, we just lay on some bleachers one night and had a lil gossip session under the stars.
44: when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything?
?
45: do you trust your instincts a lot?
Uhhhhh, most times.
46: tell us the worst pun you can think of.
I’ll have to give that question a good old punder as I have too many.
47: what food do you think should be banned from the universe?
chewy yoghurt! no!
48: what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today?
the weeping angels from doctor who and the dark. I’m still scared of the dark.
49: do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought?
I love buying records! the last one I actually bought for myself was either fleetwood mac or kacey musgraves, I can’t remember.
50: what’s an odd thing you collect?
I means, I collect coins and pop vinyls but they’re not really odd.
51: think of a person. what song do you associate with them?
my best friend: ‘last resort’ by papa roach.
52: what are your favorite memes of the year so far?
the gossip girl meme, hands down.
53: have you ever watched the rocky horror picture show? heathers? beetlejuice? pulp fiction? what do you think of them?
yes. no. no.yes; great. idk. idk. eh.
54: who’s the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face?
My gramps earlier today.
55: what’s the most dramatic thing you’ve ever done to prove a point?
you’re going to have to be more specific. I do a lot of dramatic things.
56: what are some things you find endearing in people?
laughter, any odd quirks, rambling, how they talk about things they love, how they take their tea/coffee, reasons for things they hate.
57: go listen to bohemian rhapsody. how did it make you feel? did you dramatically reenact the lyrics?
felt like i went on a journey, as always. who doesn’t dramatically reenact the lyrics? either you’re that scene from wayne’s world or you’re doing it wrong.
58: who’s the wine mom and who’s the vodka aunt in your group of friends? Why?
I’m the vodka aunt. in fact we’re all vodka aunts, it’s a mess. help.
59: what’s your favorite myth?
any one of the mabinogi, to be honest. branwen and blodeuwedd are classics, though.
60: do you like poetry? what are some of your faves?
I like it but i don’t read it much.
61: what’s the stupidest gift you’ve ever given? the stupidest one you’ve ever received?
I got my gramps, who does some birdwatching, a mug with fake bird poop on it.
62: do you drink juice in the morning? which kind?
Not really, but if I did it would either be orange or apple and mango.
63: are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be?
I put my books in size order and then alphabetise my music by last names.
64: what color is the sky where you are right now?
pretty grey, though some blue is peeking through.
65: is there anyone you haven’t seen in a long time who you’d love to hang out with?
bitch we’re in lockdown, of course.
66: what would your ideal flower crown look like?
thorny.
67: how do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel?
melancholic.
68: what’s winter like where you live?
cold and wet, sometimes there’s snow.
69: what are your favorite board games?
monopoly and articulate.
70: have you ever used a ouija board?
no, but I would like to!
71: what’s your favorite kind of tea?
breakfast tea or peach iced tea.
72: are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you’ll forget it?
yup.
73: what are some of your worst habits?
leaving things until the last minute. being judgmental. eating and drinking junk. not listening. my stubbornness and need to be right. not doing the things i enjoy. giving up if i don’t get it right on the first try.
74: describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns.
they’re a good person at heart, we have gone through so many arguments and friendship break ups and distance but we’ve since grown up and always make time for each other, even if it’s just going for a drive. we actually have good chats about everything and nothing and have a healthy respect for each other, but we;re not afraid to call out bad behaviour in each other.
75: tell us about your pets!
big ball of energy! he’s a greedy guts who stole my pizza three weeks ago and i’m not over it! he’s fifteen and a half but you’d think he was younger and he’s one of my best friends and i love him. hims stinky though. 
76: is there anything you should be doing right now but aren’t?
If the circumstances were normal i’d be starting my summer job right about now.
77: pink or yellow lemonade?
to drink? yellow. to write about? pink. iykyk.
78: are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub?
no club.
79: what’s one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you?
I loathe to think about them but my old flatmates had decorated our flat with a bunch of bunting and balloons and surprised me on my birthday two years ago.
80: what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why?
blue. yes. I like blue.
81: describe one of your friend’s eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of.
ice glacier.
82: are/were you good in school?
I was good in school. I am now struggling to even be mediocre.
83: what’s some of your favorite album art?
You ruined new york city for me by fletcher, dirty computer by janelle monae, and melodrama by lorde.
84: are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones?
i’m planning on getting a giraffe and a spider-gwen themed one.
85: do you read comics? what are your faves?
yeah! I like most spider-man variations (miles and gwen’s being favourites), fantastic four, wonder woman, and more recently captain marvel.
86: do you like concept albums? which ones?
I love dirty computer (shoutout again to janelle’s artistry).
87: what are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives?
power rangers 2017.
88: are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy?
I like surrealism and photorealism, and perhaps some fauvism.
89: are you close to your parents?
I’m close with my mum.
90: talk about one of your favorite cities.
i have a favourite memory attached to paris. my friend and I had taken a mini roadtrip and on our way back we accidentally ended up in paris? (we were trying to avoid it because of emissions laws) we didn’t realise until we saw the eiffel tower lit up in the distance so we decided to ride it out and put paris by the chainsmokers on. lmao. so by association its now one of my favourite cities.
91: where do you plan on traveling this year?
Hahahahahahaha. florida next year.
92: are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch?
depends on the pasta, I am both.
93: what’s the hairstyle you wear the most?
either straightened or in a low bun with some bangs.
94: who was the last person you know to have a birthday?
my oldest sister.
95: what are your plans for this weekend?
nothing.
96: do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot?
procrastinate them a lot. like, a lot a lot.
97: myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house?
intj, taurus, all of them at this point (gryffinclaw)
98: when’s the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it?
no idea.
99: list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them.
hypersonic missiles by sam fender, strangers by fletcher, promises by naomi scott, hello my loneliness by delaney jane, cry baby by the neighbourhood.
100: if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? Why?
time doesn’t exist.
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securitycopswife · a year ago
Selfship color askeista kaikki 🥰 ihan kenellä haluut
Teet kyllä ylellistä työtä ♥♥ 
It’s always Kyle and Murphy loving hours <3
I clog your dash like bravest of men I’m sorry
Kyle ♥
black - how do you and your f/o comfort each other during rough times?
WE’re both physically affectionate when we notice the other is down. Kyle goes for an arm around my shoulders and snuggle so my head is resting on his shoulder. I love hugs to comfort.
dim gray - what do you two wear to formal events? what kinds of formal events do you go to together?
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HHHHH KYLE WEARS THIS OH AND ALSO SOMETIMES THIS:
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I have dark green dress!
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I just look at that poof
We wouldn’t go to many formal events, Kyle prefers to keep low profile due to his mercenary work but when we get out of Harran there’s bound to be interviews and formal meetings. I mean, he saved the city and its survivors with Dr. Camden creating the cure and him taking the said cure to survivors.
Just for fun I imagine Jade and Rahim alongside us attending these events and Jade would have a black dress and Rahim prefers something colorful in his suits!
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This screams Jade to me^
If Rahim didn’t want to troll us and everyone else he’d have this:
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I really need to write a fic about this whole concept. All of us just publicly shitting on GRE and the Ministry while looking fabulous
eggshell - how do you show each other that you trust one another?
Kyle shows it by not restricting me, by not telling me what to do.
He knows I trust him when I don’t pester him over a plan he made.
He could tell me to jump down a building and I’d do it because I know he’d catch me.
beau blue - what would the both of you do together on a lazy summer afternoon?
Sit by the lake and talk about million things while I splash my feet in water. Or having a quiet picnic in a beautiful meadow.
Something like that, that shows we appreciate how the entire world didn’t go to shit ala Harran. 
french blue - after you two have gone stable, what kinds of dates do you go on?
I have no idea why there’s this “gone stable” on this?? Is it after confessing so you’ve calmed down enough?? whAT??
Get this: zombie killing dates
I know, but what else you can do in a city filled with them? Other than sit by rooftops and cliffs and chat?
Somehow Kyle made me a cake, so that was grand date.
Outside Harran?
Movie dates, parkour dates, pizza dates, anything!
indigo - who says ‘i love you’ first? how does it happen?
Unexpectedly, Kyle does.
 It’s after he saved me from Rais, unexpected kidnapping is even nastier. Its not immediately after, since we had to fight our way out, having been killed Rais.
But after we are safely in safe zone and Jade stops hanging around us - he immediately turns around and slips it while asking am I alright, since he had no time to ask earlier with all the gunfights.
electric violet - what’s something odd, extravagant, or thrilling that you and your f/o like to do sometimes?
Jump from high up into trash cans
Old habits die hard
lilac - what’s something that makes you and/or your f/o nostalgic?
Parkour
Fancy buildings and cities
Sunsets
tea rose - when you and your f/o first get together, how do you act towards each other in terms of affection? is it awkward? does it come naturally?
We’re not awkward with affection, Kyle’s awkward with words and sappy words especially, he’s not used to having s/o and neither am I.
wild watermelon - what’s both of your dream vacations like? do you agree on the location/activities?
Somewhere quiet and relaxing. Like nature hiking.
We both agree on the fact we have had enough adrenaline rush via vacations for a lifetime.
jasper - how fast do you two take your relationship?
Slow, despite the virus.
It took us months of pining and then months to confess! Same with everything else
(I don’t like my relationships to go fast, I doubt either would Kyle)
auburn - what’s one unhealthy or lavish food you can both agree is worth indulging in?
Hamburgers, chicken nuggets, garlic bread
We appreciate food so much more now.
coffee - do either of you have a garden or any house plants? if so, how good are you at taking care of them?
Nope, Kyle always forgets to take care of them and I kill them with too much water or not enough sunshine.
Maybe one day we will have a nice lil shelf of plants that won’t die.
flame - would you two be more prone to get up early and watch the sunrise or go out and watch the sunset? alternatively, would you stay up until the sunrise and then sleep ‘till one?
I’ll watch the sunset. Kyle is either, his sleeping pattern is all over, sometimes he stays up until sunrise and sleeps all day. But mostly he watches the sunset with me, its our quality time together, established in the quarantine.
bronze - do you and your f/o have any kinds of traditions you keep?
Other than keeping too many injury kits in our medicine capinet?
We have this “Anniversary of surviving Harran”, the day when we came out of the city. We reflect on our time there, being grateful for what he had then and now, remember all those we know didn’t make it.
canary yellow - what are the silliest nicknames you and your f/o use for each other?
On reflection, lollipop is very silly nickname. And although I’m fond of it, braveheart is almost equally bad.
I will still keep calling Kyle that.
granny smith apple - if you and your f/o had to move someplace new, where would it be? why?
Honestly after Harran, I imagine Kyle would either quit being mercenary and we move into a small, cozy cottage among fields of flowers where you can the birds sing and the closest neighbor is over hundred meters away. The whole cozy-cottage-aesthetic like in here.
After all the noise in that city, we need and deserve quiet paradise like that.
Or we move into a little fancy place due to all the fame (but we keep being humble) and just stay clear of paparazzi.
I prefer the first one. Kyle’s OK with either.
hunter green - what’s your favorite thing to do outdoors together?
As silly as it sounds, playing tag and hide and seek like little children, especially if we do live in the above mentioned cottage. Kyle is good at finding me, but I’m good at hiding among the flowers. He gently tackles me into the meadow when he does and smothers me in kisses.
oh i’m blushing.
Other thing we like to do is picking up flowers to decorate our kitchen and living room!
If in a city though, Kyle loves driving me around the city. And we often just sit outside and talk for hours, snuggling.
mountain meadow - on a particularly cold, rainy, or otherwise stay-in-doors kind of day, what activities do you do with your f/o?
Kyle likes to try to learn a new thing each rainy day. Like cooking recipes, how sewing works, more wrestler moves, anything really! He gets me fired up to learn something I’ve always wanted to but just, never got around to and do activities I think I don’t usually have time for, like baking or meditating!
Murphy <3
black - how do you and your f/o comfort each other during rough times?
With reassuring words and hand holding.
Murphy in particular likes to caress my knuckles with his thumb. 
dim gray - what do you two wear to formal events? what kinds of formal events do you go to together?
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Something like this for me but green! Murphy is giant vintage clothing lover and happened to buy this for me ♥
For Murphy something like this would be wonderful:
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Though Murphy w a hat is something I have hard time picturing... future edit maybe?
We don’t attend a lot of formal events, maybe couple family gathering twice a year, maybe a wedding just enoughto congratulate and so there’s photoproof we were there before slipping out
eggshell - how do you show each other that you trust one another?
By not asking every single detail where the other was.
Not snooping phones (hate that assumption you’re allowed to do that if you suspect anything!)
beau blue - what would the both of you do together on a lazy summer afternoon?
Spend the most of the heat inside with air conditioner, we both melt when its over 23 celcius! 
Reading books is our favorite pastime, whenever rain or shine. It just changes where we will read; on our small balcony or on the sofa.
french blue - after you two have gone stable, what kinds of dates do you go on?
I will NEVER stop melting over the idea of dance and dinner date with Murphy ♥ I melt just trying to imagine it! ♥
Oh! And drive in movies! And cozy cafe dates! Checking out churches together!
indigo - who says ‘i love you’ first? how does it happen?
Do I have a fic about this?? I could swore I do..
Anyway it’s Murphy but ONLY because I don’t want to make him uncomfortable by just suddenly declaring my undying love I feel to him out of the blue. He doesn’t talk about his emotions and feelings often so I’m unsure where we stand and I’m just nervous lil ball to ask him.
But we’re just chilling on his balcony, watching the sky as its all pink and purple on nicely warm summer night, each having drink in hand and quietly discussing personal and not so personal stuff.
We’re quiet for a moment and he goes and whispers it. I look at him in shock, all red, because I honestly didn’t expect him to feel the same with his closed-off personality and traumas.
electric violet - what’s something odd, extravagant, or thrilling that you and your f/o like to do sometimes?
Funnily enough this is the only ship where NOTHING thrilling, angsty or scary does happen.
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lilac - what’s something that makes you and/or your f/o nostalgic?
Old toys, video games, old clothes, vinyls, music.. A LOT
We are both very nostalgic people! We have so much in our home just to cater to it!
tea rose - when you and your f/o first get together, how do you act towards each other in terms of affection? is it awkward? does it come naturally?
It’s awkward, because Murphy is only just out of SH, has accepted that his ex-wife and son are gone from his life but he deals with all the trauma. And he’s reserved soul by nature anyway.
Affection was far between, small and awkward but we worked around it, through it, we get each other...
In other words communication!!!
wild watermelon - what’s both of your dream vacations like? do you agree on the location/activities?
Murphy loves car festivals as vacations. I think they’re noisy.
Murphy in turn doesn’t get conventions or lolita meetups. 
We compromise and switch. Last year we went to car festival? Convention time!
Only vacations we agree on are route trips with blankets and pizza and no planes.
jasper - how fast do you two take your relationship?
Very slow.
Me due to inexperience
Murphy due to all the baggade
And it’s okay!
auburn - what’s one unhealthy or lavish food you can both agree is worth indulging in?
ANYTHING THATS BAKED
Especially cookies!
coffee - do either of you have a garden or any house plants? if so, how good are you at taking care of them?
AHKQKSKHASK Murphy as plant enthusiastic!!!
Our balcony having many plants he water every sunrise!!
Oh my!! ♥
I don’t touch them. I will not kill his plant babies. I admire them from afar.
flame - would you two be more prone to get up early and watch the sunrise or go out and watch the sunset? alternatively, would you stay up until the sunrise and then sleep ‘till one?
Murphy watches the sunrise. He’s always been early riser. We watch sunset together (I’m noticing a theme here) but neither of us stay up till sunrise and sleep to another sunrise.
bronze - do you and your f/o have any kinds of traditions you keep?
We have anniversary we celebrate by the same routine; playing piano in the morning, going out dancing after lunch and ending in baking goodies.
So all of our favorite things rolled into one day to celebrate our years together.
canary yellow - what are the silliest nicknames you and your f/o use for each other?
I can’t think of one.
We have such standard nicknames like honey, sweetie, shortened names..
granny smith apple - if you and your f/o had to move someplace new, where would it be? why?
Similar tiny apartment in a small town where it feels like time itself has stopped but not so it feels like nothing ever happens.
hunter green - what’s your favorite thing to do outdoors together?
Taking walks at park ♥
mountain meadow - on a particularly cold, rainy, or otherwise stay-in-doors kind of day, what activities do you do with your f/o?
Read, read and then read some more books!
@nyandereneko
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uniformbravo · a year ago
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the fang saga continues
first of all flashback to the extremely romantic date we had in my brother’s town like a week before he left
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the moonlight..... the flowers.... the cherry blossoms i fuckin CANT this image is Too Good (ALSO LOOK AT HIS SWEATERRRR i kno its just one of the default patterns bUT FUC IT LOOKS SO GOOD ON HIM AAAAA WHY DID HE TAKE IT OFF :((((( )
also look at this one where fang’s givin me Them Eyes
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TENDER
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this fuckin killed me also FANG U CANT JOKE LIKE THAT U KNOW WE USED TO BE NEIGHBORS IN THIS VERY TOWN.............. its all good now tho ofc
anyway yesterday he was officially moving in so i went in to say hi and
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BAPY......... i assume hes so tired bc after leaving my house the day previous he had nowhere to stay and jsut like idk stayed up howling at the moon all night waiting for his whole ass house to be delivered lkjsdkgkng
so i let him be for a while bc He Deserves It & planted some flowers in front of his house in the meantime bc im CUTE like that
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& it’s so funny bc after the previous day w/ him illegally sending me letters & visiting my house before he even moved in bc he loves me THAT much & just couldn’t WAIT to see me again this is the first thing he says to me on moving day
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RUDE!!! he said GET OUT GKJSLDKFD
but hes just Playin look how cute he is actually
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HES CUTE & WE’RE BESTIES....... this is like in anime when two characters r calling each other jackasses n trying 2 kill each other & some onlooker goes “aww u two must be so close :)” THATS ME N FANG except then we cute as hell
fast foward to the next day (today) & he’s officially part of The Crew (thats what we the population of tamarisk call ourselves) so i can talk to him outside n shit
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hes lookin for pitfalls but he has a net out instead of a shovel WHY is that so endearing 2 me....... also just the entire sentiment is so sweet i am GOING 2 die fang ur so cute bye
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they kiss....
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I DIED this line is most likely bc he was about to bring up a public works project he wanted me to build BUT I THINK ITS RLY CUTE to imagine that bc we used to be neighbors in my brother’s town (in which my bro was the mayor) & now suddenly he’s moved to this new town where I’M the mayor he’s not used to thinking of me that way yet so he has little slip up moments like this..................... GOOD HC *pats self on the back*
also he asked so earnestly about the project i was like “YEA ANYTHING 4 U FANG <3 <3 <3″
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but then
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fang i love u but what do i do w/ this. please u just got here & this is like the first thing u do is request this gkjdkfdgksdfk
LASTLY i spiced up my room upstairs by firstly hanging up the shirt fang mailed to me as it is now a VERY important and significant item
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and this last part isn’t fang related BUT i added to my lil wart jr shrine too, put up the two sweaters he gave to me once (that i hc he knitted for me)
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and also i ordered a mama panda to replace the one that he sent me once that i accidentally sold bc i forgot i got it from him, very tragic (but i hc that somehow thru the power of fate & destiny the very same one that i sold back then made its way back 2 me thats right this is the same exact bear he gave me that day thanks god and anime)
ANYWAY thats all i got for today i luv this game goodbye u__u
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sapphicluxanna · 2 years ago
1-100 pls 🌹💕
BABE. oh my god. okay here we go, it’s gonna be long!!
1: when you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk? more cereal than milk I think?
2: do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day? I love winter and everything about it, I’d rather be cold than hot 
3: what random objects do you use to bookmark your books? post it notes, receipts, I’ve used flowers a few times, really anything that’s in reach
4: how do you take your coffee/tea? tea with a little bit of milk and honey, coffee depends on the day? typically with a lil bit of vanilla creamer. when I make my ‘fancy’ coffee at home with frothy milk on top I always top them off with a dusting of cinnamon 
5: are you self-conscious of your smile? always
6: do you keep plants? ye! I have a succulent/cacti terrarium, some sunflowers, jasmine, african violets, tomato plants, hanging planters, and a few more I forget the names of!
7: do you name your plants? not the ones I have currently
8: what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings? I love ink. I haven't been able to paint with ink in a while, but the movement of that and watercolor are just.. freeing? I dunno how to explain it.  that and drawing using ink, every mark you make is permanent and I just kinda zone out when doing it
9: do you like singing/humming to yourself? aight listen. my future s/o is gonna have to deal with this a lot. shower? singing. car ride? singing. cooking? singing. y'all aint getting a break even if I sound like a dying cat
10: do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach? primarily side and stomach!
11: what’s an inner joke you have with your friends? I cant think of many at the moment but uhhhh. hmm. a few guys and I play a game together and I run the group (in rdr2), and we don't let people join it if their horse’s tail isn't braided so we’ll hunt them down and kill them instead
12: what’s your favorite planet? neptune looks beautiful
13: what’s something that made you smile today? the fact that you wanted to know more about me
14: if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like? lots and lots of plants, kinda modern, a few fish tanks, smells like lavender and coffee
15: go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is! mars has the biggest known volcano!
16: what’s your favorite pasta dish? stupidly basic, but chicken parmesan 
17: what color do you really want to dye your hair? I’ve always wanted to impulsively dye it some shade of blue just for a few weeks
18: tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up. I got ridiculously drunk off tequila at a house party and was given my first mojito, thought he picked leaves off the tree out back and threw them in so I dug them out and threw them around the yard in disgust. I have a very vague memory of this but they always give me crap for it
19: do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw/ in it? I have a couple! one is my bujo where I keep lists of things like self care ideas, favorite movies and books, quotes, friend stuff, etc. another I use to draw in and like to recreate van gogh sketches, others are private 
20: what’s your favorite eye color? y'all ever really see brown eyes? oof
21: talk about your favorite bag, the one that’s been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces. I don't have this?
22: are you a morning person? I could be if I woke up next to the right person
23: what’s your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations? netflix binging, reading, aquarium shopping, walks with my dog in the woods, making stupid pancakes, and league with a babe
24: is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets? it takes time for me to trust people, so probably all my life at some point with a girl. as for family? no
25: what’s the weirdest place you’ve ever broken into? I’ve locked myself outta my place a few times and had to go through the window
26: what are the shoes you’ve had for forever and wear with every single outfit? several pairs of sandals and slides!
27: what’s your favorite bubblegum flavor? just regular mint?
28: sunrise or sunset? watching the sunset on a blanket in the grass with a girl I care about 
29: what’s something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing? her voice gets a lil louder and she talks fast when she's excited about something and its flipping adorable
30: think of it: have you ever been truly scared? yes. 
31: what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks. I love fluffy socks and patterned socks and ones with dinosaurs and stuff and I love socks so much, don't sleep in them though
32: tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends. we played a drinking game based off how we did in a split screen game, one drink for every kill, got v drunk that night 
33: what’s your fave pastry? I love baclava but I’m horribly allergic to walnuts
34: tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it? I still have it! my dad went down to south carolina a lot and I was, and still am, very much in love with alligators. I think I was six or something but he came home with this giant garbage bag and was moving it like there was an animal inside and when I opened it, it was a giant stuffed alligator. he's currently sitting on my bed, but seems a lot smaller now
35: do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often? I really wanna get into using thicker paper for letters with pressed wax seals and pressed flowers 
36: which band’s sound would fit your mood right now? I don’t really focus on individual bands too much tbh, I bounce around a lot within genres. anything happy and country atm
37: do you like keeping your room messy or clean? I’m tryna keep it cleaner, better habit to make myself get into 
38: tell us about your pet peeves! people smoking around me (I don't care that you smoke whatever, I just ask you don't do it around me bc it makes me feel sick), a group of people that takes up the whole sidewalk going incredibly slow, people that cut me off in traffic without turn signals, people who f around in the tsa line and don't get ready then stand there for ten minutes taking everything off for the scanner and hold us up, “there” and “their” and “they’re” misuses, etc. jeez, didn't realize I had so many and that's not even all of them
39: what color do you wear the most? blue?
40: think of a piece of jewelry you own: what’s it’s story? does it have any meaning to you? I love my claddagh ring, my mom and sister both have the same one and we all match. currently not wearing it bc it was like 100 degrees F then other day and it burned my finger?????
41: what’s the last book you remember really, really loving? asoiaf!!!!
42: do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it! I like this lil coffee shop about half an hour away, every drink has an individual and funny name and the workers are nice 
43: who was the last person you gazed at the stars with? I honestly can’t remember, but I could really go for this right now
44: when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything? uhhhh it’s been a bit? lotta stressors recently 
45: do you trust your instincts a lot? I try to, should've listened to them regarding some stuff and I didn’t 
46: tell us the worst pun you can think of. what do you call a blind dinosaur? a do-you-think-he-saurus.
47: what food do you think should be banned from the universe? broccoli
48: what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today? santa and the dark, no on both accounts now 
49: do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought? no, I just use apple music 
50: what’s an odd thing you collect? I dunno about odd, but I keep seashells and shark teeth I find on beaches 
51: think of a person. what song do you associate with them? somebody to love
52: what are your favorite memes of the year so far? uhhhh I’m bad at keeping up with when these come out but probably the “wait was anyone going to tell me ___ or was I supposed to find out in this ___”
53: have you ever watched the rocky horror picture show? heathers? beetlejuice? pulp fiction? what do you think of them? I haven't seen these sorry!
54: who’s the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face? my dad
55: what’s the most dramatic thing you’ve ever done to prove a point? I honestly cannot think of this right now
56: what are some things you find endearing in people? when they get excited about something, when their eyes sparkle a bit in sunlight, when they’re touchy (only certain ones), compassion, weird hobbies and interests, etc
57: go listen to bohemian rhapsody. how did it make you feel? did you dramatically reenact the lyrics? it’s an experience. listen with headphones on high or don't listen to it at all
58: who’s the wine mom and who’s the vodka aunt in your group of friends? why? I guess I’d be the wine mom bc I don't drink heavily too often with my friends cause I’m usually the dd, vodka aunt would go to my friend S cause hell she puts that shit away fast
59: what’s your favorite myth? I love greek mythology
60: do you like poetry? what are some of your faves? sappho
61: what’s the stupidest gift you’ve ever given? the stupidest one you’ve ever received? a lil cat bank that grabs a coin with its paw and drags it into the box and a potato, respectively 
62: do you drink juice in the morning? which kind? not usually
63: are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be? I kept all of my books on a shelf before the move but idk what imma do with them now bc I have no room for a bookcase so they're kinda messy rn
64: what color is the sky where you are right now? pale blue and cloudy
65: is there anyone you haven’t seen in a long time who you’d love to hang out with? a friend who moved away a few years ago, I miss her 
66: what would your ideal flower crown look like? oooooh. hmm. lots of blues and pinks and purples with lil twisty brown vines?
67: how do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel? I love them, 10/10, perfect. 
68: what’s winter like where you live? we either get 3 feet of snow overnight or a dusting, there’s no in between
69: what are your favorite board games? I cant remember the last time I played a board game??? I liked the game of life and monopoly when I was a kid 
70: have you ever used a ouija board? nope
71: what’s your favorite kind of tea? whatever happens to be in the cabinet!
72: are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you’ll forget it? I have the memory of a goldfish
73: what are some of your worst habits? letting people get away with things they've done to me, being too lenient with people that make me uncomfortable, etc
74: describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns. they’re such a good friend and we have enough years built into our friendship that we can go a few weeks without talking and be right where we left off. they’re kind and caring and ready to help people when they need it 
75: tell us about your pets! my cat is an 8 year old lil grump, but he gets so freaking affectionate and lovey too. he knows when I’m anxious and will come up and sit on my chest and purr. my dog’s a ball of jumping energy, she's always excited and happy, she’s only 2 so hopefully she’ll mellow out. then my clownfish are flipping adorable even though they try to bite my fingers when I’m working on the aquarium 
76: is there anything you should be doing right now but aren’t? unpacking and socializing with family
77: pink or yellow lemonade? pink lemonade 
78: are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub? I don't care about them really, but the facebook minion memes passed around by moms gotta stop
79: what’s one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you? one of my exes surprise got me flowers sometimes, while the relationship just didn't work that was a cute action 
80: what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why? they’re kinda beige-ish? I just moved here and I don’t wanna repaint them
81: describe one of your friend’s eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of. hmm. one of my friends’ eyes are like the leaves on the forest floor, an assortment of greens and browns blended together with the occasional fleck of gold when light filters through the trees
82: are/were you good in school? I’m okay? In high school I was in honor classes and stuff and I've made the deans list a few times in college so far, but honestly I think I’m just average. I have a lot of issues with math and it’s why I couldn't go into one of the fields I was considering. I get overwhelmed quickly
83: what’s some of your favorite album art? tbh I don't look at this kinda stuff but I know kesha’s rainbow was good?
84: are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones? ye! I want a small humpback whale on my left inner wrist, they mean a lot to me and I finally got to see one in person just last year. then I have some scars on my thigh I’ve been tossing around the idea of getting a tattoo to cover up, but idk if I would or what I would get 
85: do you read comics? what are your faves? no sorry! I always wanted to when I was younger but I got psyched out by guys who would say they're not for girls who I never took advantage of the comic shop a family friend owns 
86: do you like concept albums? which ones? I dunno what this is and I’m too tired to google it but imma guess its about music? to which I say I’m v bad at keeping up with everyones stuff 
87: what are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives? the princess bride, star wars, lord of the rings, the sound of music, indiana jones (NOT crystal skull, it sucked), jurassic park, and a lottttt more. 
88: are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy? impressionism, post impressionism, and expressionism 
89: are you close to your parents? ish. 
90: talk about your one of you favorite cities. I absolutely loved st. malo in france. I need to go back. it’s a giant walled city on the water and it’s just beautiful. I sat and watched an artist on the street for a while and bought two of his paintings afterward, gotta figure out where to hang them in my new bedroom. the air smelled amazing, it rained a lot when I was there but I still loved it and I wish I’d had more time to really explore than I did
91: where do you plan on traveling this year? I wanted to go to sri lanka to see my family but I don’t think it’s gonna happen, but I’ve got my fingers crossed for pennsylvania cause reasons 
92: are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch? cheese is life
93: what’s the hairstyle you wear the most? I braid it overnight and wear it down during the day!
94: who was the last person you know to have a birthday? my dad a few days ago 
95: what are your plans for this weekend? I think I’ve got another family party to go to? feel kinda done with my fam rn though
96: do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot? I literally just installed 2 years worth of updates this morning, so yeah, I procrastinate updates quite a bit 
97: myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house? idk what the first thing is but the others are scorpio and slytherin!
98: when’s the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it? oh wow I can’t remember, but imma say yes? I wanna hike with my dog at some point 
99: list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them. somebody to love, la mer, and some others
100: if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why? 5 years into the future. I hope that future me is happy and comfy with someone she loves surrounded by their plants, aquariums, pets, and love. 
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tinyolsen · 4 years ago
Odds!
o 1: when you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk? Sort of level but if anything more milko 3: what random objects do you use to bookmark your books? Post it notes, traintickets, bus tickets, anything tbho 5: are you self-conscious of your smile? Yes if my mouth is open/ showing some teeth cos idk it feels weird but to quote my mate I have “a cheeky lil smile” so o 7: do you name your plants? I have a mini cactus called oucho (see ed and oucho from cbbc) o 9: do you like singing/humming to yourself? Yes if no one is around, I was singing in the kitchen in my uni accom and the cleaner walked in, I nearly diedo 11: what’s an inner joke you have with your friends? Bert box, hughhhhhhhh and hades without any of the weird shito 13: what’s something that made you smile today? I went to a talk by sunny Jacobs and peter pringle and when they said we have 4 goats and live together, I beamed they are sooo cute (btw look them up their story is amazing)o 15: go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is! Venus is 462 Co 17: what color do you really want to dye your hair? I wont dye it but like dark blue/ black like gabriella in hsm 2o 19: do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw/ in it? I do I have three, one for cute memories, one for random facts and one that has doodles in it mainly of my dogo 21: talk about your favorite bag, the one that’s been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces. My fav bag is no bag ever, cos effort to carry but my mufc hold all, has been to football tournaments, dance shows, America and back and its now under my bed at uni with spare towels and tea towels ino 23: what’s your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations? Play guitar, catch up on tv just chill, don’t think about work, go to the park and just sit and take pictures, dance in the kitchen (opps thing)o 25: what’s the weirdest place you’ve ever broken into? I have never broken in anywhere o 27: what’s your favorite bubblegum flavor? Cherry o 29: what’s something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing? one of them does a sideways smile when you say her nameo 31: what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks. I love patterned socks, football socks, trainer socks, slipper socks, but I have to wear just plain black trainer socks otherwise I think someone is judging me, but I really love my monkey and banana ones they are burgundy I also just got iron man, spiderman and captain America ones from my mateo 33: what’s your fave pastry? Puff, comes ready rolled, is vegan and I use it to make cheese straws for my flatmates (I have just been told that this means pastry thing, in which case cheese straws) o 35: do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often? Yessssss! I just bought purple and blue highlighters cos I had to get rid of my old ones (long story) and they are awesomeo 37: do you like keeping your room messy or clean? I like it lived in but not messy, and clean o 39: what color do you wear the most? blacko 41: what’s the last book you remember really, really loving? Les Miserables by Victor Hugo, its just inspiredo 43: who was the last person you gazed at the stars with? Someone who I dated for a bit but id like to forget that plsssso 45: do you trust your instincts a lot? lol noo 47: what food do you think should be banned from the universe? Custard o 49: do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought? Not really cos I often don’t like full albums, unless its Rumors – Fleetwood mac but I bought when you love someone (acoustic) – James TW on itunes if that countso 51: think of a person. what song do you associate with them? My brother and little things cos we have a funny joke with it (funny to us)o 53: have you ever watched the rocky horror picture show? heathers? beetlejuice? pulp fiction? what do you think of them? yes, no, no , yes/ loved it, n/a, n/a, and loved it.o 55: what’s the most dramatic thing you’ve ever done to prove a point? eaten a tub of ice cream to prove that I could bite ice cream for more than just one bite, I stared the girl in the face and bit every spoonfulo 57: go listen to bohemian rhapsody. how did it make you feel? did you dramatically reenact the lyrics? Awake, course, you are lying if you say you don’to 59: what’s your favorite myth? The Trojan horse was the first one I ever learnt in year four and it will always be my fave, but Icarus and Daedalus comes closeo 61: what’s the stupidest gift you’ve ever given? the stupidest one you’ve ever received? This all happened this Christmas, I gave my dad a mug saying “im retired (emphasis on the tired)” and my mum gave me bin bags (im an excellent gift giver just ask my family, I out do them all every year) o 63: are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be?  As long as the books are upright with small in the middle, large at each side idm, and my music is on specific playlists on my phone (i.e fast walking playlist, chill walk playlist)o 65: is there anyone you haven’t seen in a long time who you’d love to hang out with? Quite a few people from school, and the three awesome people who made my dance class epic (going to uni and leaving them sucks)o 67: how do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel? Awesome, if im okay anyway cos its so prettyo 69: what are your favorite board games? Monopoly cos I rule at it, block us and scrabble with my grandparents cos they like to use non English words/ made up oneso 71: what’s your favorite kind of tea? Good ol’ cuppa (Yorkshire tea bags) o 73: what are some of your worst habits? I isolate myself, blank out, cant react to other peoples emotions and I pop my shoulder in and outo 75: tell us about your pets! Omggg, Alfie the cute lil puppy is my bae, hes the light of my life, hes a cavalier king Charles spaniel and he’s the best boy, the only guy bar my lil brother I trust. And then my rabbit, leon the lion lop, died just before xmas, I miss the lil fluff but he was the cuddliest thingo 77: pink or yellow lemonade? After learning that this probably means American style lemonade, yellow. But uk style, lucazade pinks one is pengo 79: what’s one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you? My best mate gives my the best handmade cards all the time, that and a date gave my guitar picks with my name on onceo 81: describe one of your friend’s eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of. grey pebbles imagine if you put the clearest water blue stripped though out it or a grey and blue stepsil mushed together o 83: what’s some of your favorite album art? Idk tbh not gonna lieo 85: do you read comics? what are your faves? On and off, and probs the one amazing fantasy ive reado 87: what are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives? Dead poets society, 50/50 and some others I cant think ofo 89: are you close to your parents? Ish, um naho 91: where do you plan on traveling this year? Back home and idk where else yeto 93: what’s the hairstyle you wear the most? Side parting and just brushed, nothing fancyo 95: what are your plans for this weekend? Do uni worko 97: myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house? Infj, Aquarius and ive had Hufflepuff, ravenclaw and Gryffindor in recent weekso 99: list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them. Scars to your beautiful, facing west cover and halo- lewis Watson
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