#i need a welsh tag really but can i bothered to make one

[piningprecussionist]

"I need some air. The stupidity in here is making me feel faint."

Kim Pine RP and general Scott Pilgrim fandom blog; Asks always open (unless they get flooded, I suppose)

[Current Event: GAME OVER! RESTART...?]

Blog should be running on central time, I think, but I sleep at weird hours anyway.

Generally asking that you just be decent people, or make your asks exaggerated/obviously part of the bit you're building if you're going a certain direction. If I catch even a whiff of genuine bigotry, though, you're out pal.

NSFW asks tentatively allowed (until someone is a freak about it) [I need to clarify now that I mean this within the rp context: I will field nonRP NSFW asks without complaint. Stop. Bothering. The. Minors.]

Generally fine running separate continuities for Kim, you just need to specify, otherwise I'm working with my current amalgam of canon Kim stuff + blog canon (like anon shenanigans and stuff) (Bonus points if you can name our tag for me)

Theoretical fine with ship interactions, especially gay ones, but DO NOT ENGAGE ME IN THIS MANNER IF YOU ARE A MINOR! Thank you!

Characters I'm not interested in fielding ship content for: Lucas Lee, Hollie Hawkes*, Jason Kim*, basically any evil ex (aside from Roxie,,, maybe Patel,,,) Julie (...?)

Probably more but I don't expect it to be an issue, really- I don't think I've seen blogs for many of these or other characters

*nothing beyond acknowledging canon for Jason, theoretical cool with Hollie actually, it'd just need to be in a specific font, like some of the ones I am fine with but haven't specified- notably, with an understanding that as I write Kim, she could have feelings for Hollie, but after Jason has no interest in pursuing that (so for SPTO or pre-Jason stuff, specify and I'll consider!)

Reserved Anons/Sign-Offs:

✨️ Sparkles Anon

🐢 Turtle Anon

🐇 Bunny Anon

Crush Guy

⭐️ Anon

Doc

Minion King

🧸 Anon

🧠🪱 Anon

💠 Anon

🥚 Anon

🛼 Ramona ["super cool girl anon"] (Flowerspowers)

💥🎶🥁 Noel Welsh (drummer-boywelsh)

In Character tag(s):

Pine.txt

OOC

Hi, welcome to the blog! When addressing me, just call me Pine; if you want to call me Pine in a RP ask, just note that somehow so I understand. I am 23, so please keep this in mind when interacting! My ooc tags are ooc, txt, and art (which I post my art under, obviously, so it may feature RP stuff.) OOC is sort of the catch-all?

I have an AO3 where you can see what fics I'm working on/have written.

Here's various versions of the media and how Hinged I am about them (answer: not very)

Movie: Least favorite Scott/iteration in general; fuck does it have some good lines though. Damnit. (I really do like a lot of aspects of it, but it IS my least favorite.)

Comics: 2 rereads down, favorite version; currently collecting panels for those with requests or questions relative to them (Starting 6 eventually)

Show: Watched twice in full, halfway through a third run! Real contender for favorite version (also, begging for a "They Dated" extended cut from someone please)

Game: Very fun actually! Didn't know I could be good at this type of game; I have notes on most of the item stats for anyone that needs them- gonna start labeling every instance of the named NPCs eventually

#rp blog #roleplay #kim pine #spto #scott pilgrim comic #spvtwtg #spvtw #scott pilgrim game #scott pilgrim vs the world #scott pilgrim takes off #scott pilgrim kim #txt #gifs #this look alright? do i need more tags? it's been so long since i ran an rp or ask blog #like literally the start of my FNAF phase I'm pretty sure #fuck it we're hitting post #intro post #probably would've been a good one. L.

[becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys]

1/2 Speaking of Pokemon, I've been trying to figure out the names of Pokemon for project Werezu. Unfortunately my Welsh is not very good yet which is why I ask in English. I'm curious in partucular about the ones you say are clever cause I want to appreciate your puns. I'm very sure Morfach is a play on Morfarch/seahorse and bach/small? Which makes sense and is a very cute name for a first form. And then the bach undergoes a soft mutation because it's the second part of a compound (?) which

2/2 makes it fit perfectly with Morfarch to form the pun. As for Morgen I know that it's a type of water spirit but I'm a bit lost with the linguistic pun. I have considered Morgi/shark and Morgath/stingray but because of the etymolgical relation to Môr/sea it could be that any number of sea-dwelling creatures have similar names. I am also slightly confused by Morgi/Siarc and whether there's a difference between the terms. Lastly I need you to know that Udowel and Udomestl own my entire heart.

Oh wow, this is an old project by now! Good catch on a lot of these. Morgen is both a Welsh mermaid/sea fae, and also môr + gen (sea + scale), hence it worked on a couple of levels.

Somewhere, a long way back but probably in the tag, I seem to recall someone asked me what they meant and I listed them all; if you're really interested and can be remotely bothered to trawl, that'll be hanging around

#project weruzu #pokemon

[mistresspotterhead]

The American Ymbryne- Chap. 1

Alma Peregrine x fem!reader

Warnings: Yelling, slamming hands on a table, being outed (kind of)

Words: 1,900 on the dot

A/N: Wow, this took a lil bit. Alma doesn’t appear until the very end of this chapter, but she’ll be in the next one a lot. Everyone has been so kind, and that has helped a lot <3. Also: Miss Saker indicates the type of bird you are, not your given name. I hope you guys like this. 😊😊😊

Tags: @itsonlydana @evil-feather @merci-bitch @multimilfs @escapetodreamworld @gay-and-sad-tm @multifandomfix @romanottsmaximoff @n0thing-is-real-exe​ @theaudreymere 

(ask if you want to be added/removed)

In a strange way, Cairnholm reminded you of the Chicago loop you and your wards had just fled from. They were both very dreary, cold, and, from what you could tell from those on the ferry, the people would rather be anywhere else. 

“M-miss Saker? I’m cold.” The bundle of talking coats shivered next to you. 

“I know, Astrid. We’re almost there, though.” You sighed and looked out toward the slowly approaching coastline. Your surviving children, Elina, Alexander, Leonard, and, of course, Astrid, all huddled closer to you. You stared at Cairnholm for a while longer, until the ferryman’s voice suddenly called out.

“Alright everyone, ‘ere we are! The… lovely… Cairnholm!” He steered the small ferry over to the somehow smaller docks, and you led your children out.

“Is everyone here? Astrid, Leo, Elina, Alex?” David, Beth-Anne, Lisa, Frankie, June, Stefanie, Josef, Alice, Rosie, Reggie. You suppressed the urge to call out their names as well. 

“Yes, Miss Saker,” they called in long-suffering voices- you were very adamant about attendance. It was good to see something was normal.

“All right then. Leo, can you see where the loop is? And Alex, are there any other peculiars near?” Ah yes, your diviners. It was very lucky for all of you that they were two of those that survived the wight’s invasion of your loop. 

Your Chicago loop near the Art Institute was one of the last surviving loops in America maintained by an Ymbryne, along with your South Side, McKinley Park, and St. Louis loops, though the latter was run mainly by its older wards and reset once a week.

As of a fortnight ago, though, the Art Institute loop was the only one you had. McKinley Park was attacked by Wights and Hollows in December, with South Side following close in early January. Samuel, the sole survivor of McKinley Park, was what Syndrygasti call a Librarian. He could see hollows and alerted you to them when you were traveling to St. Louis for reset. The problem with this, though, was that Sammy was only five years old, and so frequently got distracted.

It wasn’t hard to understand- Illinois in 1975 was very colorful. Sammy was gone now, though, as were all most all of your children. Speaking of… 

“There aren’t any other peculiars on the island, Miss Saker- at least not in this time,” Alex said, startling you out of your thoughts.

“Thank you, dear. How are you faring, Leo? Have you located the loop? I don’t like being out in the open for this long.” For emphasis, Elina gave a giant, chattering shiver that was surely exaggerated.

“Indeed, but it is on the other side of the island, and the night is fast approaching.” 

You looked over and scowled at the sun; if you couldn’t get rest, then why was it allowed to?

“Well then. It looks like we’ll have to go into town.” Immediately, protests arose.

“Aw, no!”

“Come on, Miss Saker! We can make camp out here!”

“Because that sounds comfortable,” Leo deadpanned to Astrid.

“Well, it’s better than town! There probably isn’t even a hotel!”

“Actually, Astrid, that’s where you’re wrong.” Astrid looked shocked at the suggestion that she could ever be incorrect at something. “There is a hotel. It’s called the….” You took out the crumpled guidebook the ferryman had given to each tourist. “Preist Hole. What kind of hotel is called the Priest Hole?” You muttered that last part to yourself. “Anyway, off we go. Come along, single file now.”

Your ducklings dutifully arranged themselves from youngest to oldest, seven-year-old Elina closest to you and sixteen-year-old Leo at the back.

You hoped that the food was at least good.

Nope. Everything on the Preist Hole’s menu was covered with vinegar. You wondered if that was a Welsh thing or a Cairnholm thing. Maybe the owner just liked vinegar. Next to you, Elina was grimacing with every bite. On a whim, you decided to flag the bartender down.

“Hey, Kev, was it?” He grinned widely at you. You gave him a small smile in return.

“Yes, ma’am, that’s me. What can I do for you ‘n yer bunch today?” 

“I was just wondering if you had some fries- sorry, chips- with less vinegar. My youngest is still picky.”

“Hmm. Well, I’ll talk to Arnie ‘n see what he can whip up fer ye. He’s the cook, ye see.”

“Thank you so much, sir.” You attempted a bigger smile, but it still felt forced.

“Naw, it ain’t a problem, really. ‘N please, call me Kev. Sir sounds like I’m fifty- ‘n I’ve still got twenty years ‘fore that,” he chuckled.

“Well then, you must call me y/n.”

“Of course, ma’am- y/n, sorry.” He rubbed the back of his neck.

“It’s alright, Kev.” This time, your smile was a small bit genuine- his hesitancy was endearing.

“Yeh. Well, um, I’d better talk teh Arnie now. I’ve kinda been lingering here for a while.”

“Of course. I wouldn’t want to keep you from work, anyway.”

“I mean, I wouldn’t object if yeh did,” Kev concluded, winking before walking away.

Once he was out of earshot, Astrid started chittering.

“Ooh, was that flirting I saw, Miss Saker?” You rolled your eyes, and Alex guffawed into his water.

“Miss Saker? Flirt with a guy? I think Elina would drink an entire bottle of vinegar before that happened.” You turned your head sharply in his direction, but not before Astrid snapped back at him.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You jerk your head toward her now.

“Well, Miss Saker isn’t really the type to, ah, dabble in the male gene pool.” It was like you were watching tennis, really, with all this head-turning.

“That doesn’t make any-”

“ENOUGH!” You stood up, placing your hands on the bar. “This is not a discussion we are having, especially not here and now. Alex, I told you that information in confidence, and I am severely disappointed that you have betrayed that. Astrid, whether or not I am flirting with someone, and really my love life in general, is none of your concern. Do you both understand?”

They nodded, Alex looking especially ashamed of himself.

“Sorry, Miss Saker. It just slipped out.”

You sighed and ignored all the stares you and your wards were getting because of your outburst. 

“Alright, Alex. Just… you can’t share things that people tell you privately.”

“Yes, Miss Saker.” He was quiet after that, poking at his food.

It bothered you that he had shared that information, though it didn’t seem as if the other wards had understood. Of course, Leo was the only one you would expect to, as he was sixteen, but he had been sheltered in your loop his entire life. All of your wards had, really.

Just as you were beginning to sink into your past again, Kev came out with Elina’s new plate of fr- chips.

“Here ye are, little lady. I hope you like these better.” He smiled at Elina, tugging a small one out in return. You both watched expectantly as she took a tentative bite. And another. And another. Until the plate was almost gone, and she was rubbing her stomach in contentment.

“Well, that was fast.”

“It was good, Miss Saker. I wasn’t going to let it cool.” You laughed at the disapproving look on her face.

“Alright, alright. I suppose you have a good point.” You turned to Kev. “Thank you again, sir, for-”

“Kev.”

“...right. Thank you for doing this. How much will it cost?” You were ruffled at his interruption, but he didn’t notice. He pretended to think for a moment.

“Hmm… how much will makin’ a little girl ‘n her mam happy cost? I dunno.” He smiled at you. “It’s on the house. I can see that ye haven’t had such a good day, so….”

“Really? Are you sure? I mean, I have the money….”

“I’m completely sure. It’s good te make someone happy once in a while.”

“Well, I truly do thank you. It also seems that we’ll need a room, if that’s alright?”

“Sure. Room four was just recently vacated. It’s right up here.” He led you up the stairs, the kids trailing behind.

The room was small for five people, but it seemed like a mansion to the children, who only had their old, overcrowded loop to compare it to. There were four rickety beds, though they did seem to be clean, and a barren nightstand next to each of them. 

“Ah… I forgot that this only had four beds. I can get ye another room, or-”

“No, no, this is fine. Thank you for your help, Kev.” You subtly ushered him toward the door.

“Oh- well, if ye need anythi-”

“Yes, of course. Ta, then! Have a nice day!” You shut the door, leaving him very confused.

Alex was wheezing on the floor behind you.

“That… that was absolutely amazing Miss Saker! You are an absolute icon!” 

What in Abaton does that mean? You never could understand the new slang terms that the 1970s held. 

Elina yawned, setting off all the other children and alerting you to their needs.

“Alright then, time for bed.” Immediately, they were completely awake.

“I’m not tired at all, Miss Saker, therefore I shan’t be able to fall asleep.” 

“The fact that your accent is coming out very strongly tells me that you are indeed tired, Leo.” You crossed your arms. “Bed. now.” Your wards slouched, and grudgingly picked out a bed each.

“Miss Saker, where will you sleep tonight?” Astrid asked as you were tucking her covers in.

“On the floor, of course. Now, did you remember to take off your gloves?”

“But it won’t be comfortable! The floor is so hard and cold and dirty and-”

“Your gloves, Astrid.” She was very talkative, even late at night, though you had come to enjoy it. Sometimes.

She took off the gloves that helped control her peculiarity and was about to start chattering again when Elina suddenly spoke up from her bed in the corner.

“I could make you a nest with a spare blanket, Miss Saker?” You gave her one of your very rare genuine smiles.

“That would be lovely, Elina.”

“Wait- how did she know you were going to sleep in bird form?” Alex asked, finally catching on. You smiled again at Elina and kissed her on the forehead.

“She’s made me a little nest before when I fall asleep in my study while in bird form.”

“And that happens often?”

“Surprisingly so. Now, snuggle in and no more talking.” As the children said their goodnights, you finally transformed into your bird form; a stunning saker falcon. You jumped lightly onto Elina’s bed, careful not to hurt her with your razor-sharp talons or accidentally hit her with your wing (which had happened on more than one occasion). 

Though you nestled into the warm bunch of blankets right away, you didn’t fall asleep until much later, and even then, you were restless all night. 

---

Little did you know, in the old manor that you would trek to the next day, a group of peculiars and one very curious ymbryne had observed all of this. Alma LeFay Peregrine set her watch and gave the children a reassuring smile while she pondered what this meant and why her stomach had fluttered when you gave that dazzling smile.

#tw yelling #tw slamming hands down #tw being outed #alma peregrine x reader #miss peregrine x reader #alma peregrine #wow im so gay for her

[hacash]

Tagged by @goatsandgangsters

1. Why did you choose your url?

it’s based off an old username for some fandom blogs I used back in the day

2. Any side blogs?

no side blogs I splurge all my obsessions onto one single blog like men

3. How long have you been on tumblr?

2014

4. Do you have a queue tag?

I used to but honestly I can’t be bothered anymore

5. Why did you start your blog in the first place?

I used to check various tumblr blogs (I think @dollsome-does-tumblr was my gateway blog because of her fabulous ‘Lamentations of a Starry-Eyed Twit’) but when The Musketeers season 2 was prepping @paintedimagining recommended I check out tumblr to see all the pre-season excitement

and

well

here we are

(blame her! :))

6. Why did you choose your icon/pfp?

because Colin is ridiculously pretty and also I want people to associate me with ditzy Welsh goofballs who can’t drive, given that I am one

7. Why did you choose your header?

because it’s the most iconic moment in recent television history

8. What’s your post with the most notes?

this post saying that eowyn actually had a good happy ending where she got rest from war and suicidal intentions and reducing her arc to ‘settling for a housewife role’ is really shit non-feminism and ridiculously bad reading skills

I stand by it

9. How many mutuals do you have?

can you even check that?

10. How many followers do you have?

1,422: quite a decent number from my ted lasso blogging

11. How many people do you follow?

146 (I’m not sure how many still run though)

12. Have you ever made a shit post?

my friend most of my posts are shitposts

13. How often do you use tumblr a day?

I’m lucky enough to have an office job so I usually scroll through it when I have a five minute break

14. Did you ever have a fight/argument with another blog?

enhhhh I know I’ve got anon hate so clearly some blogs have had fights with ME but I’ve very rarely responded. I’ve certainly gone as far as ‘British passive-aggression’ debates with another blog but I don’t think it’s ever spiralled too far.

15. How do you feel about the ‘you need to reblog’ posts?

immediately makes me not want to even if I agree with every syllable posted

16. Do you like tag games?

I love being tagged in tag games! not always that good at responding

17. Do you like ask games?

AGAIN, I love getting asks from ask games and am not always that good at responding. to everyone who has ever submitted an ask for an ask game and has never heard back from me, please know I’m sorry and your ask haunts me to this day.

18. Which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

ummm I thiiiink @dollsome-does-tumblr has become mildly tumblr famous a few times for posts that they definitely didn’t mean to blow up the way they did? other than that not really, although I’m lucky to be mutuals with some folks who are definitely tumblr-fandom famous because of their fabulous art/fics/meta etc

19. Do you have a crush on a mutual?

bud I don’t become mutuals unless I have a crush on you

20. Tags!

@arboreals @paintedimagining @rubecso @boasamishipper @kalinara @kamillahn @connorswhisk @hippity-hoppity-brigade @sweetlyfez & @why-this-kolaveri-machi and anyone else who fancies it

#this would be me #oh tumblr

[elvenfforestydd]

7, 10 and 14 please!

7) I chose Elven_Fforestydd for an avatar forum site called Solia when I was 14 (so a long time ago). I was really into all things Welsh and all things Elves. So I went with Elven Forest, but in welsh. I never bothered to change it and use it as my username on most places not associated with the real life version of me. No one knows how to pronounce it through so that makes it difficult. 🤷🏼‍♀️

10) I don’t really sort by the generic tags. I think I have checked “creator chose not to use tags” but not for any particular reason. It’s a odd tag imo, since you have no idea what you are getting. And if the creator didn’t want to use tags why do they need to announce it? I can see they didn’t tag it! Beside that I tend to just search on the trope I’m interested in and go from there.

14) I tell people all the time now that I write fanfiction! High school and college me didn’t say a word. It was a dirty little secret that I read and sometimes wrote. And I would never say I read hurt and comfort stuff. But this last year I suddenly felt inspired to write and found myself gravitating to fanfiction. It’s been really nice to practice and build confidence because for many years I never wrote. I found a lovely community and have learned a lot about my own writing. Now I tell people because I think it’s a really amazing tool and more people should read and write it. I think there are some really amazing pieces out there that deserve tons of praise. Plus if I want to peruse writing I have to get used to people reading my stuff, even the stuff I am slightly uncomfortable with.

#thanks for the ask! #asks are fun #fanfiction #send asks

[wolfpawn]

I Hate You, I Love You, Chapter 142

Chapter Summary - Danielle's cousin Siobhan and her boyfriend come to London sparking Tom to realise he never knew something about Danielle.

Previous Chapter

Rating - Mature (some chapters contain smut)

Triggers - references to Tom Hiddleston’s work with the #MeToo Movement. That chapter will be tagged accordingly.

authors Note - I have been working on this for the last 3 years, it is currently 180+ chapters long.  This will be updated daily, so long as I can get time to do so, obviously.

Copyright for the photo is the owners, not mine. All image rights belong to their owners

tags: @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog @jessibelle-nerdy-mum @nonsensicalobsessions @damalseer @hiddlesbitch1 @winterisakiller @fairlightswiftly @salempoe @wolfsmom1 @black-ninja-blade

In certain areas of Ireland, Irish is still the first spoken language, not English, including parts of Connemara, Kerry, Cork and Donegal, amongst others. Kids actually do not speak English in the home with their family, it is not their first tongue.

The amount of times I have physically grimaced in the face of Americans and British people who try to tell me how our names are pronounced and spelt because they have had someone in their family 5 generations go that was Irish, so of course, they know more than someone raised in Irish, is growing by the day.

Right, here is a fun fact. Irish is not a phonetic language. The names are Siobhan - Shiv-awn Dáithí - Dah-hee Caoilfhionn - Kee-lin Aoife - Ee-fa

'Guess who?’ A pair of hands came over Danielle’s eyes.

‘How many Irish people do you expect me to know in the one station at the time you are arriving in?’ She laughed as she turned around to hug her cousin. ‘How was your journey?’

‘Confusing, Heathrow is mad.’

‘You get used to it.’ She looked at the guy that was next to her cousin. ‘And you must be Dáithí.’ She smiled, leaning forward and giving him a hug. ‘I believe it’s your first time to these parts.’

‘Tis, alright.’

‘Ah, a Waterford man. Speak slowly for them here, if you don’t they’ll be easily confused.’ The pair laughed. So, this is where we need to go to get the Northern Line.’ She instructed, taking them to the correct area of the station to get to their destination. ‘Tom and I are taking you two out for dinner and we will drop you at your hotel afterwards, alright?’

‘What, no Danielle, don’t worry yourself.’

‘I am not worrying myself, I mean it, we want to do this for you. Nothing fancy, just lovely Indian we always use, and this is not your local takeaway place; if it says spicy, it fucking means it.’

‘How are you with a privately educated Brit, you are too normal.’

‘Tom is not averse to swearing, I assure you.’ Danielle laughed as they got to the platform. ‘Four minutes.’ She stated, looking at the time for the next train, a man close to them seeing the sign and swearing at it as he did. ‘One thing about these parts, four minutes may as well be five hours, the way some people act.’

‘They’d die in Ireland.’

‘Yes, so don’t get too bothered when they start huffing and puffing like they want to blow down a house of straw in a few minutes.’ Danielle stated as she watched the time to the next train come down. When they got to the correct station, she ordered them off and walked them to the right house.

‘Wait, you live here?’

‘Yes.’ Danielle laughed at her cousin. ‘What were you expecting?’

‘It’s just so you.’

‘Well, it’s Toms, actually, not mine, but yes. I love it.’ She put the key in the door just as she heard Siobhan fawning. ‘I hope you like dogs, Dáithí.’

‘We have three at my Mam’s.’

‘Grand so.’ She opened the door, the dogs immediately rushing over. ‘Bed.’ Mac looked as though he had been struck, disheartened, he trotted to his bed, groaning as he did, Bobby looking between his big brother and the new humans to sniff before finally sensing Danielle’s body language was stern and trotting there sadly.

‘You’re so mean.’ Siobhan commented. ‘He’s only a puppy.’

‘Yep, he is.’ Danielle nodded, saying nothing more.

‘You are going to be the Mom that every other child in the school fears, you know that, right?’

‘Probably.’ Danielle acknowledged. ‘But then, my kids wouldn’t be the little shits running around the shop making a mess and back answering teachers.’

‘Yeah, that’s true actually.’ Siobhan conceded. ‘Is Tom here?’

‘Yes, he is working on something in his office, he’ll be down when he realises we’re here. Put your bags over there and we’ll get tea. I have Barry’s.’

‘What does Tom think of it?’

‘Tom maintains it’s fine, nothing special about it….but seems to find himself going for the box of that over the box of PG Tips.’ Danielle smiled, causing the other two to laugh. A moment later, the dogs’ ears shot up. ‘Here he is.’ When the sound of footfalls on the stairs became apparent, Danielle made another cup of tea.

A moment later, Tom walked into the room, an empty cup in his hand. ‘Hello.’ He smiled, before putting down the cup and walking over to Siobhan. ‘Great to see you again, did you have a good flight?’ He gave her a hug.

‘Hello, yes, it was fine, it’s so short you are hardly in the air when you are coming down again.’ She joked. ‘Tom, this is Dáithí, Dáithí, this is clearly Tom, Danielle’s….what do you call it?’

‘Long-suffering fool.’ Danielle jested as both men shook hands; when they were done, she walked over to Tom. ‘I’ll trade.’ She held out the fresh cup of tea and took the coffee mug off him.

‘That’s a good trade.’ Tom grinned. ‘What have I missed?’

‘Just that Danielle is going to be that mother that if she says “Sit Down” in a restaurant, her kids, all other kids, four husbands and a waiter will obey out of sheer fear alone.’ Siobhan recapped. ‘Ooh, did I show you the pictures of Laura’s baby?’

‘No, show me now.’ Danielle rushed over. ‘Oh my God, she looks so like her and you.’

‘I know. She is the cutest thing. I steal her any time I see her.’ Siobhan moved through the pictures.

‘How did Bernie take it?’

‘Oh, she’s the doting grandmother now.’

‘Of course, she is.’ Danielle rolled her eyes, having known her aunt’s reaction to the pregnancy. ‘Oh, before I forget, stay here, I have two outfits I got for her that I want you to bring back.’ Danielle left the room and went up the stairs to retrieve the bag with the little outfits she had purchased on hearing of the safe arrival of her cousin’s daughter. When she went back into the kitchen, Tom looked utterly baffled. ‘Is everything okay?’

‘Say Laura’s baby’s name.’ Siobhan laughed.

‘Why?’

‘Just say it.’ she encouraged.

‘Caoilfhionn Aoife McNamara.’ Danielle looked at them all.

‘See.’ Siobhan beamed.

‘What’s going on?’ Danielle asked.

‘Tom saw how Caoilfhionn is spelt.’ Dáithí explained.

‘Ah, right.’ Danielle, realising there was no actual problem, went over to Siobhan with the bag. ‘You had me worried.’

‘Worried...how the fuck is that word pronounced like that?’ Tom exclaimed.

‘Because it is.’ Danielle shrugged. ‘That’s Irish, it’s not even in the same branch of languages as English, it is very close to Scottish Gael though, your dad might have known speakers of that growing up.’

‘There’s an “f” in it.’

‘Yes, I know. I know how to spell it.’ Danielle stated.

‘You do know Danielle was raised in Connemara. Her parents didn’t speak to her in English all her life, right?’ Siobhan pointed out.

Tom stared at Danielle. ‘What?’

‘Connemara is a Gaeltacht, the first language in those regions is Irish, not English.’ She shrugged. ‘Everyone there speaks Irish as their first language.’

‘But your mother was not from there?’

‘No, she was from Beara in Cork, the Cork Gaeltacht.’ She explained. ‘I learnt English in school when I was five.’

‘Really?’

‘Did I not tell you this?’

‘No.’

‘Whoops.’ She gave the bag to Siobhan. ‘Look at the little yellow one.’

‘So...you only spoke English in school?’ Tom reiterated.

‘In English lessons, yes, the rest of the time, we were taught in as Gaeilge so unless I went to Galway for the day with my parents, I could go a couple of days without speaking or hearing a single word of English.’ She looked at his shocked face. ‘You saw how Aoife is spelt too, right?’ He shook his head. ‘How would you spell it.’

‘E.F.A.’ She shook her head. ‘E.E.F.A.?’

Again Danielle shook her head. ‘I’ll give you a hint. The “A” is at the start and the “E” is at the end.’

‘Fuck off. No, you’re just joking now.’

‘A.O.I.F.E.’ She spelt.

‘I…’ Tom sighed. ‘I give up.’

‘Siobhan has a “B”. And Dáithí has a “T”.’ She stated.

‘Why is it so complicated?’

‘Because it is older than English and we like to confuse you.’

‘So that incomprehensible mumbling you do when calculating things is not just gibberish?’

‘Moda means plus, Luda means minus and the rest is usually numbers, all in Irish, all force of habit.’ She explained with a smile.

*

The evening was pleasant, with Tom and Danielle bringing the younger pair to dinner. When that was done, Danielle drove them to the Travelodge that they were staying at, with a plan to meet them a day or two later to do some sightseeing with them before saying their farewells.

While tidying the house for the evening, Tom found himself looking at Danielle a lot.

‘Dare I ask?’

‘So in all respects, this is your second language, English?’

‘Are you still bothered by that?’ She asked curiously.

‘I just never thought…’

‘When the Plantations occurred, and the Cromwellian situation after, most of the Irish were hunted to Connacht, where the land was wet and as a result, the language never waned as it did in other areas, famine, war, none of it took the language there. Sure, look at the Welsh, their language all but died and was revived, now it is a popular language in some parts of there again.’

‘I know, I just...Do you think in Irish or in English?’

‘It varies from moment to moment.’ She smirked, using his line, causing him to smile. ‘When I am at home here, tidying and what not, more often, in Irish I suppose. I speak Irish to the dogs some days or listen to Radio na Gaeltachta online or something. I get worried I will lose it sometimes. I love my language.’

‘I never even considered it.’ He confessed. ‘How come I never hear it on?’

‘I rarely have the radio on when you are home.’

‘Well, from now on, if you want to listen and I am here, please do.’

‘You won’t understand three words.’

‘No, I won’t, but it matter to you, and so long as it is not secretly trying to plan some form of attack on my home, I don’t particularly mind.’ He put his arms around her.

‘Damn, you’re onto them.’ She smiled, leaning up and kissing him.

Tom chuckled for a moment. ‘So, if we decide to have kids, would you speak Irish to them?’

‘Definitely.’

‘I will have to learn it so.’ He kissed her again. ‘Elle?’

‘Hmm?’

‘Please never consider calling one a word I could never hope to spell.’

#tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston fic #i hate you i love you #chapter 142 #wolfpawn

[rosalind-of-arden]

Sword and Pen Reread, chapter 15

I haven’t forgotten about these! Really!

Oh, look, it’s the ex-Archivist scheming with Vanya Nikolin in the ephemera again. His plan’s fucked. More collusion with Russia to give him cover to escape.

So here’s the ex-Archivist saying he’s leaving Heron’s Tomb to make an escape attempt. Either he’s lying to Vanya about that or something goes wrong - very soon, he’s going to be shot by Zara when she finds out he’s trying to destroy the Archives. Neither of them says where that fight happened, but Zara ends up mortally wounded at Heron’s Tomb and the ex-Archivist ends up mortally wounded in his office.

As usual, ex-Archivist wants the pack dead. Wolfe is his first priority, of course. He asks Vanya to save Santi for last because he might have a use for Santi. WTF exactly would that be? Here’s that odd villain obsession with Santi again.

Glain, following the dads’ example and getting away from the Medica as quickly as possible.

Wolfe: Yes, of course I will make sure Jess stays in bed, I am totally the best qualified person in the world for this. (Is anyone surprised that neither of them stays there, really?)

THEY ALL LOVE EACH OTHER THIS IS JUST SO SWEET!

On a scale of emotional honesty to total denial, we have Jess straight up saying “I love you”, Wolfe agreeing with the sentiment but not using those exact words, and Glain trying very hard to pretend she doesn’t have feelings.

Dad Wolfe: “You’re precious to more people than you know.” *melts*

Plural gods for Glain here, but no mention of which ones. For lack of any evidence to the contrary, I am totally headcanoning Welsh.

Glain crying in the rain after leaving Jess and Wolfe. Good image there.

Alexandria’s walls have layers. Thick at the top, inner rings with ramps between levels.

How Glain’s family would react to her excitement about the battle: “Her father would be scandalized. Her brothers would be jealous. Her mother would be so proud.” I want to see more of Glain’s family. The dads need to meet Glain’s family.

Add Russian missiles to the list of weapons technology that the post-canon world will have to figure out how to deal with.

High Garda ranks and structure. Argh. “...the squad she’d inherited from Tom Rolleson, now their lieutenant.” Troll’s been a lieutenant since the start. Glain is a lieutenant now. Troll was working with Santi, now he’s back with the company. Was Santi just borrowing him earlier? Or is he being loaned back now?

DRAGON!!! This one is, apparently, Thomas’s design. That was quick work to get it up and running so fast. Reused as many parts as possible from the first one, probably?

A darker thought: Thomas designed the dragon. Thomas was drawing automata in Rome. The first one was built from his designs, too. They were going to kill him and/or his friends with the dragon he fucking designed.

Again we see Santi being very good at what he does. He uses all the tools he has to keep the battle going his way, even when the Russians show up with new weapons he couldn’t have anticipated. He puts automata in danger before people as much as possible. And of course he’s right out in the middle of the battle - is Alamasi back at the Serapeum pacing and swearing and hoping she doesn’t get a field promotion?

Ex-Archivist’s assassination priority might have been Wolfe, but Vanya seems to have sent his automata at whoever he could get to first. That’s Glain - Wolfe, Jess, Khalila, and Dario are in the Serapeum, Morgan is in the Iron Tower, Thomas is in Heron’s Tomb, and Santi’s being saved for last. Glain is the only target he can actually try to hit.

Sniper goes for Glain first, then Santi. Similar orders to Vanya?

Blue Dogs are a squad meant for hunting specific targets.

Here’s Vanya Nikolin - Glain recognizes him from when the Artifex came after them in the Iron Tower. Glain runs after the lion and leaves her squad to deal with Vanya and any other assassins - this is the last we see of Vanya, I think. No indication of whether the Blue Dogs catch him or not.

Lion was going for Wolfe. So... where was Wolfe and what was he doing before coming after Glain? He got to her fairly quickly.

The lion disturbs Glain more than other automata. The size, the way it moves, and its hungry-looking eyes bother her. In case we need more reasons for Glain to have trouble with automata post-canon.

Morgan Translates in. She’s using a lot of power. The Translation sends a wave of heat out - that’s not something that’s been described as an effect of Translation before, so here’s another sign Morgan is not ok.

Morgan protecting Wolfe from the lion <3 And of course Dad Wolfe is not happy about it.

Morgan reprograms the lion, Glain is uncomfortable. Echoes of Paper and Fire here.

More signs Morgan is not ok: shimmer in her eyes, feeling of heat and power coming from her.

Morgan wants to go after Vanya, but the others decide to prioritize trapping the ex-Archivist. So Vanya remains unaccounted for.

Wolfe puts Glain in charge of the Archivist-trapping plan. This isn’t as emotional as the total dad moment earlier in the chapter, but it’s a sign of just how much he trusts her. Also a bit of character development for him: earlier in the book, Wolfe took charge and led the kids into traps trying to catch the Archivist. He’s realized he was being reckless, and now he’s giving up the control he was clinging to, letting the best qualified of the kids take charge instead.

It just occurred to me: Wolfe being in charge of the Archivist hunt. Not involving the kids in the decision making (the most input they got was Glain and Jess both insisting on tagging along to the Necropolis). Direct response to what Jess and Dario did to him in Ash and Quill. Probably not the only factor there (he works similarly in Philly, which was, of course, an influence on Jess and Dario), but definitely an influence on his choices. That makes it even more significant that he’s letting go of some control here.

Of course Dario ends the chapter by making an entrance. Of course he does.

#the great library #sword and pen reread #sword and pen spoilers

[softspaceboibrian]

The Start Of Something New

Ben Hardy x Reader x Joe Mazzello

Summary: Ben has become really close with his Bohemian Rhapsody co-star, Joe, and has introduced him to his girlfriend during their daily facetime calls. But one day, when she finally decides to visit her boyfriend on set, something happens that will push their lives in a new direction.

Warnings: polyamorous relationship, a little fluff here and there

Notes: This is the first time I write about a polyamorous relationship, I’m still trying to get the hand of it. Please, have mercy on me. I’m definitely going to write some more about them, if you like the idea. Just let me know!

Tag list: @violetpond @meraki--mei @lara-bradbury @kazzys-queenblog

Wc: 2817

She ran down the street, trying to find the entrance to the set as quickly as possible. When she had told her boyfriend she was going to pay him a visit on the set of his new project, he sounded ecstatic. He had been trying to talk her into coming to set with him for so long, telling her everything about the movie, the crew, the cast. “They really want to meet you, honey” he said on the other side of the line “Joe most of all!” He had been talking to her about Joe Mazzello, his co-star, and he sounded like an amazing person. Ben and he would always hang out together, send her stupid videos and photos, facetime her together late at night. “I’m actually starting to think you love Joe more than me, Benny boy” she giggled, looking at the two men on her phone screen, sticking her tongue out to them. “More than how I love you? Nope, that’s impossible.” He laughed, looking at the man beside him with a smile she knew all too well. But somehow, that didn’t bother her, not at all.

She showed her ID to the security guard at the entrance of the set, who looked for her name on the list he was holding in his hand, before letting her through. She thanked him with a smile, before making her way through people, until a woman stopped her. “You must be looking for Ben. You’re his girlfriend, am I right?” The girl simply nodded, following the woman through the set, until she stopped in front of a trailer. “They always hang out all together in here when they’re not shooting” And with that, she waved her goodbye and walked away, leaving the girl, all by herself, in front of the door of that trailer. Not really sure what she was supposed to do, she knocked on it, waiting for someone to come and let her in.

A few moments later, she heard a metal click noise, followed by the door opening, to show a tall, really tall, man, greeting her with a pretty confused look on his face. “May I help you?” He asked in his thick British, almost Welsh accent.

“I’m here for Ben” She whispered, kind of unsure about how she was supposed to proceed. But, apparently, she didn’t need to worry about it, since, as soon as she finished her sentence, she heard steps getting closer to the door, revealing, in the end, the man she had come to see.

“Baby girl! You made it!” He shouted, moving the man who had opened the door out of his way, in order to get out of the trailer and get to her, wrapping his arms around her small figure, lifting her up off the ground and spinning her around, pecking her lips. “I thought you might’ve changed your mind” That’s when it hit the man who had greeted her: she was Ben’s girlfriend. How didn’t he realise sooner? She was exactly how he had described her. “Come in and meet the others!” He smiled, finally freeing her from his grip, only to feel the blonde’s finger intertwin with hers. “Well, you already met Gwilym”

The tall man giggled, sticking his hand out for her to shake. “I’m sorry I didn’t recognise you. I didn’t realise you were… well, you”

“No problems, you meet people every day, for what you knew, I could have been a new assistant” She smiled, trying to make him feel more comfortable, before turning around and finding the gaze of four more people staring at her. She waved her free hand, before squeezing Ben’s as if to tell him to introduce her to them.

“Yes, sure… this is Rami, but you already knew that. You’re a crazy Mr Robot fan” he laughed, making her slightly blush.

“Ben, don’t expose me like this!”

“It’s no big deal, darling” Rami stood up, walking toward the girl, shaking her hand.

Ben smiled, looking down at her, knowing all too well how nervous she was. She wasn’t exactly the outgoing type of person, and meeting new people always made her feel a bit anxious. “Moving on, she’s Lucy Boynton”

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Ben talks about you non-stop. So, now it feels like we knew you all along” The woman smiled, tilting her head to the side, shaking her hand.

“Yeah, but, don’t worry, he says only good things about you” Said a man with a very strong Irish accent, standing up and walking closer to the girl to shake her hand. “I’m Allen Leech”

“I think I saw you in The Imitation Game, is it possible?” She asked, shaking the man’s hand.

“Yes, that’s me” He laughed, before going back to sit on the small couch, leaving one last person for her to greet.

She moved her gaze on the figure of the man who had been staring at her for the entire time. He was smiling at her, quietly waiting for his turn to finally greet her. And when that moment came, he didn’t wait for Ben to say anything, he just got up, walked over to her and hugged her, as if they had known each other since forever. And, funny enough, that was exactly how that felt. So she simply hugged him back, catching Ben’s expression in the corner of her eye, an expression she couldn’t really decipher, but still a good expression.

 The rest of the day on set went by pretty quickly, with the boys and Lucy always making sure she wasn’t left alone for too long, including her into their conversations, taking her on a tour of the set, even introducing her to the Brian May and Roger Taylor, whom she loved since she was a teenager. At the end of the day, around 8, when they were finally free to go home, someone suggested they should have gone to a bar, eat something and then have a few drinks all together, so that they could get to know Ben’s girl better. And Ben made sure to check in with her, making sure she was okay with that. “Don’t worry, Benny boy, I’m done with exams, so I can stay out all night” She giggled, leaving a soft kiss on the blonde’s lips, scrunching her nose ever so slightly, something the man loved.

“We are going to a karaoke bar!” Shouted Joe, jumping on them, pulling them in a sort of weird, yet comfortable hug. “I hope you’ll sing a duet with me” Smiled the red-headed man, looking down on the girl. “Ben told me you love to sing”

“As a matter of fact, I do love to sing” She giggled, placing her head on his shoulder, while her eyes were locked onto Ben’s, who was smiling at the sight of the two of them feeling so comfortable around each other.

A couple of hours later, they were all together at a karaoke bar, not far from Ben’s place. They were sitting in a booth pretty close to the stage where people were singing a terrible rendition of Hit Me Baby One More Time by Britney Spears, which had the girl and all the other people sitting at the table with her cringing and laughing at the same time. Since the moment they had settled at that table, people started asking her what she did for a living, how she had met Ben, and she obviously had to answer to every single question. She told them that she was still studying and, hopefully, she was going to get her PhD in English Literature as soon as possible, so that she could finally start teaching. How she met Ben? Well, she laughed, looking at the blonde, whose arm was around her middle, pulling her closer to himself. “I thought I was being followed by this man. I was freaking out. So, I turned around a corner of the street, saw Ben there, against the brick wall, smoking. And I did the first thing that came to my mind: I walked over to him, threw his cigarette on the ground, told him to play along and just… kissed him”

“I mean, a beautiful girl walks up to you and kisses you out of nowhere, what do you do? You can’t just leave her there, all by herself.” He smiled, pressing a soft kiss on her temple. “I walked her home and asked for her number.”

“He texted me like every day for a week straight, until I gave in and agreed to go on a date with him. The rest is history” She giggled, feeling Joe slowly place in hand on her thigh, something that caught both of the girl’s and Ben’s attention, but neither of them said nothing. Why didn’t it feel wrong to have that man’s hand on her while being in the arms of her boyfriend?

“So, are you still on for that duet you promised me?” asked Joe, gently squeezing her thigh, a sweet smile on his lips.

“Only if you let me choose” she replied, facing Ben for a quick second, long enough for her to peck his lips, before getting up from the table and walk over to the karaoke machine, scrolling through the titles, while a woman tried to sing a song she had probably only heard once before. Joe was standing behind her, his hand placed on her waists, reading the song names from over the girl’s shoulder. And somehow, being that close to each other didn’t feel exactly wrong. “We need to sing this one!” she smiled, pointing to the screen, which was now showing Don’t Go Breaking My Heart by Elton John and Kiki Dee. The man didn’t really reply, just told the man behind the desk that they were going to sing the song, taking her hand and pulling her on stage with him as soon as the woman was done.

The song began and they could hear the cheers of their friends coming from not that far away, especially Ben, who was recording the duet, smiling at the two of them. They sang along, dancing around, having fun, and soon everyone who was in the bar was engaged in their performance. Joe took her hand, making her twirl on herself, before pulling her into his chest, looking her straight into the eyes while singing the line “don’t go breaking my heart”, as if he really meant it, as if he was trying to tell her something. A few minutes later the song was over and the two of them were walking back to the table, where everyone was clapping their hands, complimenting them on their performance. “Guys, that was amazing!” Lucy was jumping in her seat, clapping her hands.

The girl slid back in her sit, immediately resting her head on Ben’s shoulder, still a little out of breath from all the jumping around that happened just a few moments before. “Well, Joe is an amazing partner for this kind of things” She giggled, meeting the man’s eyes and giving him a smile. Once he sat back next to her, he placed his hand on her thigh once again, moving his gaze from her eyes to Ben’s, giving him a knowing look.

A few more hours passed by and soon they decided to head back home to get some rest. They all said their goodbyes, everyone told the girl how lovely it was to finally meet her. Joe was crashing Ben’s couch, as always, since the blonde had too big of a heart to make him sleep every night in a hotel room all by himself. And the girl didn’t mind it. Once they got home, she went straight for the bedroom, literally throwing herself on the mattress. She was tired, she had been studying all week and on the only day she could actually stay home, under the covers and get some rest, she decided to go visit her boyfriend on set. Obviously she needed to sleep, but at the same time she wanted to stay up and talk with her man, know what she had missed in the last few weeks while she was too busy preparing for her last exams. So she fought the weariness, pushing herself off the bed and going through Ben’s stuff, trying to find something she could borrow for the night. She opted for a simple pair of sweatpants and an old t-shirt, which looked huge on her. And she was still in her underwear when Ben walked into the room, smiling at the sight in front of his eyes. “Hey, baby girl” He whispered, coming up from behind her, wrapping his arms around her middle and pulling her into his chest. “I’m glad you got along with the band” He left a soft kiss on her neck, right below her ear, making her shiver. “Joe was just telling me how amazing you are”  

She turned around in his arms, so she was now facing him, a smile on her lips. “Joe is wonderful”

“Do you like him?”

“Of course I do, he’s so kind and funny”

“That’s not what I meant” He whispered, placing his forehead against hers, her hands on his chest.

“You like him, right?” Her voice was soft, one hand moved to his cheek, her thumb gently stroking his cheekbone. “I could see it in the way you looked at him. It’s the same way you look at me”

He blushed slightly, meeting her gaze. “I mean, you are the love of my life, I could never not love you. But with him, I don’t know… it doesn’t feel wrong. This feeling I got today when you were both there with me, when I looked at the two of you getting along so well. I mean, I don’t know how to explain it”

“You love two people at the same time. And there’s nothing wrong with it, Ben.” She met his lips, pressing a long, slow kiss on them. “I like him too.” Ben’s eyes lit up, and she could feel his heart pounding into his chest. “Let me put something on and then you can tell him to come here, okay?”

She had a feeling, she always did, since one of the first times Ben facetimed her with Joe there, next to him. There was something in the way he looked at him and the way Joe looked back at the blonde that she could easily recognise, since that was the way she and Ben looked at each other. And for a strange reason, she wasn’t mad about it, it didn’t feel like he was cheating or anything. Ben was one of the purest people ever, he wouldn’t hurt a fly, let alone a person he cared for. That’s how she knew that he wasn’t lying when he told her about Joe and about how he still loved her, how he didn’t want to lose her. She felt the same. Whenever she was with him, she felt safe, at home, there was no other place where she wanted to be if not by his side. But after getting to know Joe, something in her heart clicked. Whenever she received a facetime call, she wish to see both of the men appear on her screen; every time she received a picture, she wanted it to be of Ben and Joe.

She got lost in her train of thoughts while getting dressed, snapping back to reality only at the sound of Ben’s voice. She was sitting on the bed, a soft smile on her face, while she turned her head toward the door, seeing the two men standing there, staring at her. “May we come in?” Asked the blonde, already making his way to the bed, immediately lying in the middle, basically begging the other two to lie on either side. Neither the girl nor the other man needed him to say it out loud, they simply crawled onto the mattress, cuddling up next to the blonde. “I’ve been wanting this to happen for so long now” he whispered, pulling both of them closer. The girl smiled, placing her head on his chest, her hand on his bare stomach, tracing undefined shapes, while Joe’s head was on Ben’s shoulder.

“What are we going to do now?” asked Joe, placing his hand on the girl’s, intertwining their fingers, catching her attention and making her tilt her head a little, so that he could see her eyes.

“We’ll find our way to work this. We’ll take things slow, one day at a time. Things will eventually fall into place” she smiled, gently squeezing Joe’s hand, before pressing a soft kiss on Ben’s chest. And with that being said, a comfortable silence filled the room, until they all finally fell asleep.

That was the start of something new.

#ben hardy x reader x joe mazzello #ben hardy x reader #joe mazzello x reader #ben hardy #joe mazzello #bohemian rapsody movie #hardzello #hardzello x reader

[asteraegis]

another jacob frye x edward kenway smut

i am genuinely sorry jacob

tags are: bound wrists, fucked into submission, fisting, fingering, vengeance!, choking, m/m, blowjob, i probably wrote the word fuck seven hundred times lol, there’s a cockring, its a shorter one of mine (2900 words)

The back of Jacob Frye’s head hit the wall with a hard clunk, his wrists pinned above him by a fuming Edward Kenway. Jacob’s busted open bottom lip stung when he cracked a smile at Edward, whose nose was bruised, bleeding, and flared while he glared into Jake’s eyes. They both were breathing heavily with bleeding knuckles and pounding heartbeats as they had to run from the newest mess Jacob stirred up, but he still found the energy to snicker at Edward.

“Goddammit, mate, you’re laughing?” Edward snapped, tightening his grip on Jacob’s wrists. “You could’ve gotten me killed, you fucking cunt!”

Jacob rolled his eyes. “Oh, so it’s my fault I didn’t know they’d want to beat the shit outta you too, Eddie?”

“Yes! It is!” he yelled at the blasé brunette, ignoring the crooked grin he had spread on his face. “I was just in there for a drink, mate! You didn’t have to involve me in your quarrel!”

“Ed, you’re always starting barfights for no good reason, what’s one more to you, or must you personalize all your beatings?”

Edward groaned out of irritation and lack of a proper comeback since, much like the fist from earlier, Jacob’s banter landed right on the nose. Of all people to complain to Jacob about causing a bar fight, the former pirate wasn’t one to talk, often starting them even when he’s still sober. At this point, pubs he’s a regular in consider him to be a ticking time bomb and most patrons give Edward his space. But the shit Jacob pulled today? Uncalled for. He could’ve at least waited for Kenway to sit down before he loudly announced that Edward was a friend of his to the men he was in the middle of pissing off.

Edward let go of Jacob, turning around and shaking his head at the sky, his hands moving onto his hips. He sighed, defeated for the moment, then wiped the blood dripping into his mouth on his sleeve. “My nose better not heal even more crooked than it was before, Jacob.”

Jacob laughed, licking the sore on his lip. “Like that’s even possible.”

 -

The unkempt duo strode back to the hideout they had been stationed at, Jacob forcing Edward to let him put his arm around his neck as they walked. Once they reached their destination, Edward broke free to go assess the damages done to his schnoz in the bathroom while Jacob tossed his hat and coat haphazardly onto a pile of vital documents, sending a few scriptures gliding to the floor. He then dumped his boots by the front door and picked Edward’s kicked off sandals out of the hallway.

Frye stepped into the doorway of the bathroom, watching Edward, who sat on the toilet lid, a damp hand towel pressed to his face. “So. You broke?”

Edward glanced up at him then rolled his eyes. “Not this time.”

“That’s good to hear. Now move, I gotta piss,” he said, unzipping his pants.

“There’s a privy upstairs, you know,” Edward grumbled into the towel as he sat on the rim of the bathtub now.

Jacob ignored his comment, instead directing the conversation away from peeing and back to their new injuries. “If it makes you feel any better, Eddie, my lip’s real tender, too.”

“Good.”

“I think you should kiss it to make it better.”

“I think you should kiss my ass.”

“Well, if you’re offering—"

Edward smacked the blood-stained towel against the back of Jacob’s head as he hastily left the room, muttering some obscure Welsh insult at Jake before stomping up the stairs, slamming a door shut at the top. Jacob chuckled to himself, pleased with how Kenway reacted to his reply. He flushed, zipped his pants up, and put the lid down gently, heading with quieter steps up to go bother his blonde friend some more.

Jacob creeped over to the door labeled with the surname ‘Kenway’ and pressed his ear to it. From behind the wood slate he could hear shuffling and soft thumps, presumably the sound of clothes dropping to the floor as Edward undressed. He slowly turned the doorknob, so Edward wouldn’t hear him.

“Locked,” he muttered under his breath.

Jake leaned over, using a couple of his picks to break in, then listened to the door again. Not hearing anything, he assumed Edward had moved into his bed and opened the door. The door creaked open, but instead of being in bed, he was standing directly in front of the doorway, arms crossed, wearing boxer briefs and one of Thatch’s old tank tops.

“What the hell are you doing, Jake?”

Edward glowered at Jacob, who rubbed his neck in embarrassment. “Well, I, uh, I was just… um… checking… on you. To make, uh, sure you were all right.”

“How fucking stupid do you think I am, mate?” he said, his brows and frown heavy on his face.

“Depends on if you can guess why I came up here,” Jacob shrugged, keeping his eyeline steady with Edward as to not appear intimidated.

Edward eyed him sharply. “You’re here because you have nothing better to do and figured annoying me would help you pass the time.”

“What? No! Not at all!” Jacob’s lie was given unconvincingly but Edward let him ramble on. “I came up here because I am genuinely sorry, Eddie. I want to make sure you’re okay and not in too much pain, and to see if there’s anything you’d like me to do for you that would help you forgive me.”

There was silence between them before Edward let go a half-hearted laugh. “You’re so full of shite, mate.”

He left Jacob in the doorway, him continuing to try defending his intentions and insisting that he really was just there to see how Edward was doing. Edward flopped over into bed on his stomach, his face resting in the pillows, listening to the Englishman blabber on and on. He rolled over onto his back and sat up against the wall, Jacob now passionately pacing about the room, enveloped by the plot he had given his fib. Edward finished off a half empty water bottle that was left over in his bed from last night, then tossed the empty bottle at Jacob, hitting him square in the forehead.

“What the hell, man?” he frowned, rubbing his temple.

“Get over here, dumbass,” Edward ordered, patting the bed.

Frye’s eyes lit up, quickly sliding into the spot his friend had motioned toward. He leaned back in the sheets, resting his head in his arms and shining a satisfied grin. Edward scooted closer to him, propping himself up over him with his right arm and stroking Jacob’s cheek with the left. His thumb reached over and rubbed the small cut on Jake’s lip.

“So, is your mouth broke?” Edward asked, moving his thumb away.

Jacob smirked. “Why, you need it?”

He shrugged, dropping down to his elbow so their faces would be closer. “Yes, actually.”

Jacob chuckled. “Maybe we can work something out.”

They leaned in more, kissing each other. Jacob pulled Edward over him, caressing the small of his back. They kept their faces pressed together, though Edward’s hand trailed away to his nightstand. The drawer open, he took out rope and a bottle of lubricant and placed them on the bed. Edward smiled against Jacob’s lips then pulled back.

Sitting over Jacob’s groin, Edward’s hands clutched Jake’s button-down, slowly unclasping each button while his icy eyes ensnared Jacob’s naive gaze. “I think we should do things a little differently tonight, mate.”

“Oh?”

Edward guided Jacob’s hands out to above him and tied them to the bedframe, Jacob watching him secure the knot. Kenway took off his shirt and pitched it onto his dresser, then pulled off his trousers. He undid Jacob’s pants then tugged them off with his boxers, leaving Jake naked and tied down on Edward’s bed, the only article of clothing being his shirt, which was left open to expose his chest. Edward straddled Jacob’s rib cage between his thighs, a curious wonder in Jake’s eyes when he looked up at him.

“Since it was your loud mouth that got us into that mess earlier, mate, I think it’s only right it pays me back for the damages,” Edward cooed, propping a pillow behind Jacob’s head.

Before Jacob could try to talk himself out of being the one giving instead of his usual receiving, Edward pushed himself over Jacob, sliding his cock into Jacob’s mouth, his right hand clutching the headboard while his left squirted lube onto his fingertips and he began fingering himself over Jake. Jacob gagged on Edward, who laughed at him for choking as he thrusted in and out. His trussed wrists writhed about, unsure if he was itching to shove Kenway off or rub himself dry. Regardless, he was pinned between Edward’s pelvis and the pillow so he found himself still not needing to do much aside from lay back and take whatever the blonde fed him. Edward, on the other hand, stroked his hips at a moderate pace back and forth, shivering when he felt Jacob moan against his member. He continued his light thrusting until he felt that his fingers had done their job, wiping the excess lubricant onto the bedsheets and pulling out of Jacob’s mouth.

“Hm, not bad, though you could’ve shown a bit of an interest in blowing me,” Edward huffed, moving back over Jacob’s groin and slipping down over his dick.

“Damn, if I knew there’d be a critique maybe I’d have given a shit, Ed,” Jacob replied sarcastically.

Edward bucked his hips slowly in a round motion, his right hand wrapping around Jake’s throat. Jacob’s legs shifted, adjusting himself so he could grind his cock in further, forcing a rougher pace against Edward’s slower one. He groaned, pleased with himself for still being able to push the privateer around even after being tied up. Edward bit his lip to stifle a yelp, unhappy that Jacob was making him take it his way instead of letting him be in control for once. Where was this liveliness when you were sucking my dick, Edward thought, compressing his grip on Jacob’s esophagus so he couldn’t breathe, hoping it would get him to ease up a little. He did, a little, but not enough to satisfy Edward. He kept slamming himself against Kenway, unaware of his friend reaching for his nightstand again, his hubris still fogging his mind. Edward pulled from his drawer a cockring, pulling himself off of Jacob, much to the brunette’s dismay.

“What the hell, Eddie, I was almost—” Jacob groused before Edward grabbed his neck in frustration, choking him.

“Yeah, I know you were about to come, that’s the problem,” Edward griped, shoving at his throat. “You only have one pace and it’s too fast for anyone else to get off to.”

“And your point?” Jake coughed out.

“I’m sick of it. I think it’s time you learned from your past mistakes,” he said, releasing him from his fist and clicking the cockring onto the base of Jacob’s dick.

Jacob furrowed his eyebrows, staring at the contraption around his shaft. “When did you get that?”

“I bought it after the third time we fucked,” he said, squirting more lube out of the bottle onto his fingers. “I noticed a pattern forming.”

Jacob grumbled, rolling his eyes. “And you couldn’t just ask me to slow d—ah! What the fuck are you doing?”

Edward had slid the moist fingers into Jacob, grinning fiendishly at his shocked expression. “Like I said, I was gonna teach you a lesson,” He slipped in a third finger, rubbing inside of Jacob. “And damn, you’re tight, mate.”

Jacob tilted his head back, clenching his jaws together while Edward fingered him, gasping when his fingers curled upwards. His legs kicked about, his mind wanting to reject the new feeling despite being unable to deny how good it felt to him, making his eyes roll back in his head and his back arch away from the mattress. Edward grinned smugly, glad to see Jacob’s need to be in a dominant position taken away, leaving him wrapped around his finger. He slid in his last digit, stretching them apart to both further ready Jacob and to make him moan.

Edward slid his hand in up to his wrist, Jacob unable to keep himself from crying out as Edward pulled back out, massaging his soft skin with his thumb. “I guess you’re ready now, huh?” Jacob braced himself as Edward pulled Jacob’s backend onto his lap and pushed himself in gradually. He continued this soft pace for a few more strokes, watching Jacob’s eyes, seeing that he was getting used to the feeling. “Now isn’t this nice, Jacob?”

He waited for him to nod. Frye did so, but his shame in agreeing made him unable to actually look at Edward.

“Too bad you never let me have this, even when I ask for you to go slower, you filthy fucking animal,” Edward hissed at him, pulling himself nearly all the way out of Jacob then slamming back into him, Jacob yelping with Edward’s full cock inside him.

Edward continued thrusting into Jacob, mimicking the exact move Frye had pulled at the start. Jacob swallowed, nearly biting another wound into his lip trying to keep himself from being noisy, though eventually giving up for the sake of not ripping a hole in himself and letting his voice go. This made Edward laugh in a gruff voice.

“You’re always mocking me for being vocal, do you see why I’m so loud, mate?” he growled, grasping Jacob’s hips in such a manner he would eventually leave bruises there when he moved his hands away. “Do you?”

“Y-yes! Yes, I do! Pl-please, Edward, slow down!” Jacob panted, tugging at the ropes.

“Why should I?” Edward put his right hand down over the side of Jacob’s head, pressing him deeper into the pillow, not letting up on his pacing. “Not once did you ever slow down for me, you fucking hypocrite.”

Jacob’s nails dug into his palms, his lower back aching from the rigorous motion. “God-goddammit, Ed! I’m not… used to this!”

Edward looked down at Jacob’s erection, precum dripping out of him. He groaned and slowed his pace again to a more moderate speed. “There, there, you’ll get used to it someday,” he mocked softly. “Being a bottom must be so hard, especially when your top—” Edward picked up his speed again, making Jacob whimper stridently, his hand pushing him down harder, “—doesn’t listen to a fucking cue you give!”

Frye’s neck began to become nearly as sore as his back, being shoved against the bed like that. He wrapped his legs around Edward’s hips, crying out from under his hand for Edward to let him up.

All he got in return was a nasty laugh, Edward leaning in so Jacob could feel his hot breath on his skin. He moved his hand away and replaced it with a forearm over Jake’s throat, holding up Edward’s weight. “Aw, am I hurting you, Jakey? Do you need your legs to hold me still right now so I don’t fuck you any harder?”

“Shit, Ed-Edward, I’m sorry! I’m fucking sorry! Please, j-just ease up already!” Jacob choked out, pleading for any kind of mercy the corsair might give.

Edward smirked, pleased by Jacob’s submission, and finally let up, easing his strokes to a soft thrusting and moved his forearm onto the bedsheets. Jacob relaxed his legs and unclenched his fists, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Edward drooped his head lower against Jake’s shoulder, gently kissing at first then sucking at his skin, determined to leave hickeys all over his neck. He then bit Jacob below his jawline, his teeth digging into him, nearly puncturing him before going back to plain kissing. His lips trailed up toward Jacob’s mouth, the two Frenching each other as Edward’s white-knuckled hand moved from burying itself into Frye’s hip to the ring on Jacob’s cock. He unclasped it, and within a few seconds of gentle rubbing Jacob came into Edward’s palm. Kenway’s back arched shortly after, orgasming into Jacob. He pulled out then wiped his hand in a tissue afore undoing Frye’s restraints.

Edward dumped the lube bottle, ropes, and cockring back into his nightstand then turned to Jacob, who was still laying in the bed, panting. “You broke?”

Jacob forced a laugh. “Sure fucking feels like it, Ed.”

Edward grinned then shoved at Jacob. “Don’t worry, you can still be the big spoon tonight, I’m not gonna completely take away your dignity. Though, that being said, you probably should head to the bathroom now.”

“What? Why?”

Edward gazed at him in disbelief. “Have you never bottomed before? Never mind, just go do it, you’ll see why soon enough.”

 -

After Jacob came back from the bathroom, he pulled on his boxers then laid behind Edward. “I really hated that.”

“What? The bathroom thing or me fucking you like you fuck me?”

“The bathroom thing, I can see why you don’t like it when I come inside you without a condom on now,” Jacob was quiet for a moment. “Also… I will try to accommodate to your needs better in the future, Eddie.”

Edward smiled, snuggling back against Jacob’s chest. “Good.”

#edward #jacob #fryeway #assassins creed #i write #ac4 #acs #its 11:52am #im not even joking i could've made this so much worse #i actually for a minute considered adding a piss kink in as a joke #most of this is a joke though #i really just did this out of a release of stress #ive wanted to do a cryptid alexward one for a while but like i still dont understand fluff and also what #anyway have fun #and once again im so fucking sorry jacob #i wanted edward to top for once in his life

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Article by Margo Huxley - early days in Australia, 1975. 

“On stage are what appear to be seven refugees from an op shop run by a lunatic asylum. They wear suits that are too big, too small or both at once. The singer’s hair is a frizz of tangles that falls over his heavily be-rouged face. He moves like a sped up movie of Charlie Chaplin doing an imitation of Harpo Marx - or is it vice versa? He comes on with a patter that sounds like ‘Waiting for Godot’ done by a music hall M.C.

Somewhere in the shadows lurks Groucho, complete with eyebrows and moustache, playing a Gibson electric guitar. Next to him, but only briefly, stands a fellow in a baggy brown suit from the set of the Godfather - he plays bass.

Round-faced and cherubic sits the drummer, almost hidden behind his kit, but visible enough to show that his suit too is certainly somebody’s cast-off.

A resurrected James Dean, white faced and hollow-eyed in a teddy boy suit of brilliant red, the pants of which are far too long and bag around the lower part of his legs, plays acoustic, electric suitar and mandolin.

The maestro of the keyboards - synthesizer, mellotron, string synthesizer and a piano that looks like someone has taken an axe to it, (and though electric, it sounds just like the real thing) - he is resplendent in tails, almost normal except that one sleeve ends at the left elbow and the other is about a foot beyond his right hand.

Then there’s this fellow just standing there, seemingly redundant in an ill-fitting pale blue suit, his head hanging like a broken marionette. Redundant that is, until he breaks forth with a pair of spoons in his hand, playing them against his head, his feet, his knees, anywhere. The rest of the time he plays slightly pixillated triangle, xylophone, bell-tree and tambourine to mention a few. Occasionally he strides up to a microphone, any microphone, to throw in a world or two of vocals.

Suddenly the demented action stops and the whole band stands in cameo stillness for a burst of electronic sound that fills the hall.

“Who are they?” a bloke in the audience asks his mate. “Dunno” the mate replies. “I think they’re Captain Matchbox.”

WRONG! This is Split Enz and as their name implies, they hail from New Zealand. Don’t be fooled. Just because they “dress funny” doesn’t mean they are like Captain Matchbox, skyhooks or - “Anyone who compares us with Roxy Music hasn’t heard Roxy Music” says Timothy Finn, lead singer.

Neither are they like Yes, King Crimson, The Sensational Alex Harvey Band, Beefheart, Zappa, Schonbert, Cage, Al Jolson, Scott Joplin, The Goons, Marcel Marceau, Monty Python or anyone else you like to mention. But comparisons are inevitable.

Comparisons are the direction with which we chart the waters of a new experience. In Split Enz music you fill find everything: classical and neo-classical; music hall honkeytonk and sleazy vaudeville; acoustic and electronic, with a blues and a boogie thrown in here and there; good ol’ rock’n’ roll; and just when you think they’ve done it all they hit you with a piano full of cool jazz, some Gregorian chants or calypso shouts for good measure.

These analogies are only signposts; the more you hear their music, the less you need them, and the more you come to realise that Split Enz create music that is individually theirs. Their lyrics conjure up nightmare visions, obsessions with madness and the macabre, woven out of cliches that spring at you with renewed vigour; phrases such as “time to kill”, “dead to the world” suggest sinister overtomes. Lines like “just hold me down if I have a fit... I think I’ll be all right... I’ll be normal someday”, “the rats are crawling up my back, it can only mean you’re coming back” are delivered with frenetic, demented mime that is more demonic than lunatic.

Some songs perhaps threaten to fall apart at the seams as style, rhythm and reference change and pile upon one another, but for the most part each song, as each performance, is carefully arranged.

“It’s a bloody orchestra.” one innocent bystander is heard to remark. And indeed ‘orchestrated’ is a better word for the music, and ‘choreographed’ a better word for the performance.

The taped Andrews Sisters-type music at the beginning with canned applause and the announcement “... SPLIT ENZ!”, the discourse on “how to get from A to B”, walking on an invisible conveyer belt going nowhere - the whole performance is a carefully planned sequence.

But not stilted, not unspontaneous. There are always new surprises even when, at daytime gigs they dispense with make up and stage clothes and appear as their normal selves. Despite the parodies and satires implied in their music - “Spoofs” is the word Timothy Finn uses - there clings to them an aura of innocence and naivety, like a Henri Rousseau painting.

This impression persists with them off stage. They are quietly spoken and polite. although their normal dress is somewhat - uh - eccentric in these days blue jeans and T-shirts, they are not the formidably intimidating maniacs they become on stage.

Timothy Finn, whose hair is no more manageable off stage than on, does most of the talking. Eddie Rayner of the keyboards is more relaxed, with a fresh-faced charm like the captain of the school cricket.

He joined Split Enz from Space Waltz, a group in which he earned much deserved renown for his wizardry on the ivories and electronic switches.

Jonathon Michael Chunn of the bass guitar has Byronic good looks that even his stage make up cannot hide, and Wally Wilkinson, moustache free from blackening and eyebrows normal is full of witty irrelevancies.

Emlyn Crowther, the man behind the drums, looks as Welsh as his name and smiles a lot. Noel Crombie is the owner of the chattering spoons. He is also the designer and maker of costumes, silent and forlorn looking, like a lost pup. And Philip Judd is reserved, almost disdainful, and stripped of grease paint, looks more like Rudolf Valentino than James Dean – that might be something to do with the scarf knotted at his throat.

Split Enz was formed about 3 years ago, but the present line up has only been together for about 10 months and work remarkably well. Timothy Finn and Philip Judd are responsible for the genesis of the words and music which the whole group then fashion into a final stage presentation.

They don’t like to talk about ‘influences’ – “The Beatles” says Timothy Finn without so much as a bat of an eyelid. And when you think about it anyone who plays music today can’t have escaped the ubiquitous presence of the Beatles. Anyway, Split Enz have admitted to liking the Kinds and the Sensational Alex Harvey Band. You can make what you like of that. It’s not a definitive list.

Their conversation is free of swearing and they don’t smoke, but have been seen to drink a beer or two on the odd occasion. They are naturally “un-hip”. They avoid words like ‘hassle’, ‘dig’, ‘gig’ and anyone in the group who makes such a blunder is gently offered alternatives like ‘bother’, ‘appreciate’, ‘job’.

Confusion occurs about their names – again because of their desire to reject the clichés of the pop world. They decided to take their second Christian names as first names which is why if you ever come across anything written about them in New Zealand, the names won’t tally. Sometimes they themselves forget and call each other by their old names, but the error is always quickly corrected.

However, some of them nationalistically flaunt the great New Zealand ‘eh’ on the end of their sentences. “That’s a great new piano we’ve just bought, eh” – not a question, a statement. But they are dropping the tag “New Zealand’s Top Band” and such like, which, while it is undoubtedly true, is just another cliché to be avoided like the plague (whoops, sorry).

Already their stay of three weeks in Australia has been extended to six in order to record with Festival in Sydney. The album will be produced by their manager Dave Russell and the cover design by ex art student Philip Judd. Out on Mushroom, the album will be a token of Michael Gudinski’s enthusiasm for this band.

They have been deluged with work, after an initially slow start in Sydney. They are the support act for the Leo Sayer Melbourne concert and have done an ABC GTK which was an immediate success. More than 60 phone calls came in after it was shown to ask who the band were – that’s some sort of record.

Up until this Australian tour, the group has always had plenty of time to recuperate from the last job and plan and prepare the next. But they are finding the rigours of touring with jobs every day or so, and sometimes more than one a day, very wearing. Any spare energy left over from the last performance must be channelled into preparing for the one following close on its heels.

Another result of the GTK spot was an approach from an ABC producer to do the sound track for a documentary called “Ten Australians”. In particular they are to back a sequence featuring the artist Sydney Ball at work.

Their plans for the future include a return to New Zealand for a couple of months, followed by a longer sojourn in Australia (amen to that), and depending on reactions to their album they hope to go to England…

Of course such an esoteric band does not have universal appeal, and being unknown in Australia, sight unseen, it’s even harder to win hearts and minds. They have great hopes that the album, plus their shows here and a bit of media exposure will make their return to Australia somewhat easier.

They do not appeal to the younger age groups – “they are no the audience we are really aiming at”. They got a poor reception at the Melbourne Festival Hall Skyhooks concert, where they were first on. The audience didn’t know and didn’t want to. (But I seem to remember once a long time ago, Skyhooks was an “underground” band). But at the Reefer Cabaret, at Unis and the Station Hotel standing ovations are the order of the day.

“There are many ways of saying goodbye:” Timothy Finn lurches into his pitch for the final number – limbs jerking, face twitching at the mercy of some drunken puppeteer; “Goodbye, Byebye, Adieu, See you later, Au revoir…” etc. “…SO LONG FOR NOW”.

Never fear, we have not seen the last of Split Enz. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is A Good Thing.”

#splitenz #1975

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If you’re planning on marrying Arthur and Sadie, will she hyphenate her name to Sadie Adler-Morgan? Not sure if you’ve discussed this before. :))

So Arthur has become a truly good man and he’s done a lot to finally become his own man, and to do good in the world.  We love his character for that.  But legally, he’s still considered an outlaw with a huge price tag on his head.  It’s several decades to come when the few surviving Western outlaws become figures of public interest due to romanticism rather than potential prosecution.  That’s roughly the 1920′s-1930′s, not coincidentally with gangsters and the romanticism of them.  

Ross is still out there hunting for the remnants of Dutch’s gang.  John makes the mistake of going by his given name, leaving a paper trail leading Ross directly to one John Marston of Beecher’s Hope.  If Arthur makes that same mistake, RDR1 probably would have been Arthur in the crosshairs, not John, since Arthur was higher on the gang totem pole.  Being realistic, there is probably no way Arthur can safely live by the name “Arthur Morgan” in the United States or even probably Mexico or Canada between like 1900 and 1930.  So the question of whether she’d be “Sadie Morgan” or “Sadie Adler-Morgan” is perhaps moot since she can’t be either.So if Arthur’s smart--and he is--he’ll be using a different surname.  Particularly if he’s listed by the Pinkertons as killed in the final fight at Beaver Hollow, there’s really no reason to not take that as a clean break.Sadie kind of started that by giving her maiden name of Griffith for holding some train tickets for them to get towards Mexico, and that’s going to stick.  And like him, she could use a fresh start--not because she didn’t love Jake and needs to get rid of his name, but her experiences as Mrs. Sadie Adler, Widow, mean that a new name might help her leave some of that behind.Though I think he wouldn’t be bothered by her hyphenating and keeping the Adler.  He doesn’t want her to have to feel like she has to give up all of Jake for him.  But hey, even better than hyphenation, he’s actually going to take her name.  Informally, he already has, given they’re pretending to be married.  Formally, whenever they end up actually married, he’ll do it for real.  ;) From Sunrise ch 7 (O Come All Ye Of Little Faith)~~~~~~~~~~~~~“‘Griffith’ is Welsh.”“I know. You trying to give me a last name like my real one?”“No. First thing that come to mind when that ticket agent asked.” At his confused look, she explained it more. “Griffith? That was my name before I married Jake.”He let out a loud bark of laughter at that, which turned into a few short, sharp coughs, and he stuffed his fist over his mouth to stifle it. Held up a hand to tell her to stand off, that he had it, and she couldn’t help the relief that it didn’t turn into a total coughing fit like it probably would have weeks ago. “So I took on your name in marrying you? There’s a reverse of the normal order of business.”“Well, you can have ‘Morgan’ back if your pride thinks it’s so unnatural.”He gave her a lazy grin at that. “Oh, ain’t nothing about pride. I like Arthur Griffith just fine. Think he’ll be a much better man than Arthur Morgan ever was, or so I gotta hope. But good for you sticking to your guns and making me take your name. Them suffragettes would approve.”

#arthur morgan #sadie adler #sadithur #rdr2 #may the sunrise #Anonymous

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hey! thanks for visiting my blog.

i’m jade, i’m 20 years old and i live in south wales in the uk. my pronouns are she/her and i am bisexual. i’m single.

i love music, writing, body modification, bdsm, gaming, tv shows, genealogy, true crime and rugby. my favourite music genre is pop-punk and my favourite band is all time low. i love atl to death, they have helped me so much and saved my life. their music means the fucking world to me and i can’t even express just how much i love them. i own multiple copies of their CDs, DVDs and vinyls, and a shit ton of merch. i have seen them 9 times and met them 3 times. they’ve also noticed me a bunch of times and some of the guys have started recognising me at this point which is really cool. i’ve loved them for nearly 7 years and they are such an integral part of my personality and life at this point, it’s unreal. <3 if you’re friends with me, you’re gonna hear about atl every single day and you need to accept that.

other than pop-punk, i love all different genres and have a very varied music taste. some artists other than atl that i love are simple creatures, busted, lights, little mix, mcfly, the maine, marianas trench, jojo, ed sheeran, demi lovato, breathe carolina, cupcakke and hayley kiyoko.

i write songs, play guitar, bass and drums, sing, read music and am experienced in in-studio and live sound engineering. music is my life, it’s what i live and breathe. i currently work in events staff, helping put on concerts and rugby matches which are 2 of the things i love the most.

i write stories online and have had some pretty popular fics before. i write both fan fiction and own universe stories and i take part in nanowrimo every year. most of my stories will go up on quotev and/or mibba. you can view my profiles on those websites here and here. you can view my nanowrimo profile here.

through writing fan fiction, i have met friends who have made my life so much better and become my family. i met 2 of my best friends, dominique and alexandria, on quotev and i wouldn’t change them for the world. <3 i’m finally meeting dominique in march but unfortunately, alexandria and i still have to wait a little longer. but we’ll get there, i know we will. :) i’ve known both of these girls for nearly 7 years and i just love them so much. <3 i can’t wait to finally break the distance with my sisters. :)

i love body modification. i currently have 3 tattoos and pierced ears but i want so, so much more. i currently want 24 more tattoos plus an entire sleeve, 10 more piercings and stretched ears. all the tattoos i have currently are atl related (therapy and skull tattoos on my left arm, plus atl’s signatures on my upper back) and i love them so much. however, the next tattoo i intend to get is non-atl related but i still have plenty more atl-related stuff to get done, including the sleeve (it will be based on my fave album, nothing personal’s artwork). :)

i am highly into bdsm and am a submissive. before the tumblr purge, i had a bdsm blog but now, since i’ve had to delete it, anything that i can get away with will be posted here. some of my kinks include bondage, pain, torture, degradation and humiliation, dd/lg and watersports. i’ve struggled with my sexuality a lot over the years and part of that has been a struggle with accepting that i’m kinky. but i refuse to let it bother me anymore. i am into bdsm and if people don’t like it, that’s their problem. i will be posting bdsm-related things on this blog so if you’re not into that, please don’t follow me. however, i will try my best to tag everything as both bdsm and nsfw so if you are able to block those tags in any way and still want to follow me, please feel free to do so. :)

i love video games and my favourite games are the gta games (my faves are prob gta san andreas and gta5. however, i am currently making my way through gta4 as i didn’t get to play it when it initially came out). i also love tony hawk, sonic, pokemon and the sims. i am currently an xbox player but love playstation and nintendo too. i have fond memories of the gamecube and the ps2 growing up. i’m hoping to play red dead redemption 2 and undertale soon. i think they look awesome and have watched many let’s plays on them. currently playing: gta4, ts4 and pokemon white.

i love tv shows and some of my favourites are the goldbergs, brooklyn nine nine, how i met your mother, friends, stranger things, you, big mouth and the good place. i mostly netflix binge but sometimes will watch live. the only problem is things take a lot longer to come to the uk from the us haha. i used to be a huge fan of sci-fi and i used to blog a lot about supernatural, doctor who and sherlock but have drifted far away from that now (although i still love misha collins and ship destiel/cockles lmao). so if you see one of my old posts, know that i’m not like that anymore. i definitely prefer sitcoms these days but still love a good drama. :)

i love genealogy and have been creating my own family tree since 2015. my 3 favourite genealogy-related tv shows are who do you think you are? (uk version), heir hunters, and long lost family. i love finding out about my family history and what made me, me really. i get that it’s a super nerdy thing to be into but quite frankly, i don’t care haha.

i’m super interested in true crime and the psychology surrounding it. eleanor neale is my favourite youtuber but a close second is georgia marie. i also love buzzfeed unsolved, both true crime and supernatural editions. i frequently binge true crime docu-series on netflix and i really want to study psychology at some point. i just think it’s so fascinating to think about what must have to break in someone’s brain to make them so violent and/or evil.

being welsh, i of course adore rugby. and of course, i root for wales. the venue i work at is the home venue for wales and it makes me so proud. i would love to meet one of the team one day, probably leigh halfpenny specifically. i feel that rugby is just so much better than football and the fanbases tend to be way more accepting of each other. and the game is way more fun to watch. but unfortunately, i don’t think i’ll ever be strong or brave enough to actually play it haha.

i unfortunately struggle with a few illnesses that can sometimes make life a daily battle but i get through it. i have polycystic ovarian syndrome (pcos), which causes irregular periods, cysts on the ovaries, rapid weight gain and difficulty losing weight, hirsutism, male-pattern balding, acne and infertility. i have pretty much every symptom (but i haven’t tried getting pregnant yet so i don’t know about infertility) and it is hell. i also suffer with a few mental illnesses; depression, social anxiety disorder and OCD. i used to self-harm but am now over 5 years clean and i also have attempted suicide in the past but am thankfully not suicidal right now. i take 40 mg fluoxetine daily to manage my mental illnesses and i also see a support worker to help me get out more and build my confidence. i’ve been through both child and adult therapy services in the past. anyone who’s reading this and is struggling too, please stay strong. <3 i promise there are better days out there for you.

i hope you enjoy looking at my blog and that you give me a follow if you want! bye, peeps. <3

#about me #me #text #ignore this post #it's just for blog maintainence #ignore #blog maintainence

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Rules: answer 30 questions and tag 30 blogs you would like to get to know better

Tagged by: @homosociallyyours (thanks, love!!)

Nickname(s): My name is uncommon, so I don’t really have any

Gender: Female

Zodiac: On the cusp of Aquarius and Pisces (I’m definitely more of the former)

Height: 5′4″

Coffee, tea or hot chocolate: Coffee, always coffee. With almond milk and Splenda (I KNOW) in the morning; iced from Dunkin; at Starbucks, a caramel macchiato

Fav band(s): Hanson, One Direction, The Killers, Jonas Brothers (FIGHT ME) 

Fav solo artist(s): Robbie Williams, Harry Styles, Matt Nathanson, Niall Horan, Jason Mraz, Kris Allen, Bruno Mars, Robyn, Beyonce

Song stuck in my head: Matt’s “Kill The Lights” thanks to @crinkle-eyed-boo‘s Own The Scars time stamp. I’m enjoying every second of it though.

Last movie I saw: I rewatch The Social Network the other night and it’s still perfect. It and Jesse were robbed af at the Oscars that year.

Last show I saw:  I don’t know if this is theater or TV, but I’ll give you both. I’m mid-7th season in my Cheers rewatch because sitcoms are a dying art and it’s probably the best one ever made. And I saw Children Of A Lesser God on stage a couple weekends ago and stage doored Joshua Jackson because I’m Team Pacey in every way possible.

When did I create my blog: 2011, though I didn’t really use it properly until 2012. And still don’t, actually.

What do I post: My Tumblr is basically a receptacle for my obsessions; I rarely post anything original. I don’t know why I bother tagging Harry anymore, since this blog is 90% him. Otherwise: Louis, Niall, Liam, and other 1D stuff, The X-Files, fic recs/to reads, Doctor Who, Stucky, etc.

Last thing I googled: I was working on a rundown of Scandal’s wildest moments, so I spent a lot of time on the Wikia last night trying to remember/unravel plots from the first few seasons. 

Do I have any other blogs: Off-Tumblr, I have headoverfeels.com, which I run with @crinkle-eyed-boo. And I tried for about 5 minutes to run @harryforhedwig, a campaign for Harry to play Hedwig Robinson on Broadway. (PICTURE IT.)

Do I get asks: Almost never. But I posted my first fic a few weeks ago and got a couple of messages from that and it’s THE BEST feeling? Send me asks, I’m addicted now!

Why did I choose my url: It’s from a Jason Mraz song that always makes me happy.

Following: 962

Followed by: 171, and I can’t believe any of you are here.

Favorite color(s): A bright yellow, obvs. And deep red.

Average hours of sleep: I’m a gigantic baby who needs sleep - usually 7-8, if I can manage it.

Lucky number: I don’t have one. Should I have one?

Instruments: I played piano as a child, very poorly.

What I’m wearing: Fleece pj pants and a sweatshirt that says “Kylo Ren is a punk bitch.”

Dream job: Being independently wealthy and left alone.

Dream trip: I don’t have a ready answer for this one, but I’d like to see more of Eastern Europe.

Fav food: Cereal, french fries, caesar salad, pad see ew, peanut butter

Nationality: Italian, Romanian, German, Welsh, English, and probably more, but those are the biggies.

Fav song: “Under Pressure”

Last book I read: I’m in the middle of re-reading the Golden Compass series and I’d forgotten how metal those books are. Finished The Subtle Knife earlier this week, on Amber Spyglass now. I cannot wait for this new miniseries to give it the treatment it deserves. (The World Only Spins Forward, the history of Angels In America, is on deck.)

Last fanfic I read: anonymous said, a very sweet You’ve Got Mail-esque Larry fic.

Random fact: I have kids names picked out even though I do not under any circumstances want to have kids. So if anyone needs some extras, hit me up.

There’s no way I’m tagging 30 people, so @crinkle-eyed-boo @disgruntledkittenface @louvedup @somanylayers @whynotsara @amentet901 @rebeccazoe @hollywoodtwit, plus anyone else who wants to give it a go.

#me

[voidkraken]

tagged by @bringsorrow and i’m currently bored and feel like chatting so let’s go!

Rules: answer 30 questions and tag 10 blogs. you are all now contractually obligated to complete this.

Tagging: only do this if u actually want to but uhhhh @luciomainmutual @cloudfromffvii @anonbea @kingofstorms @theredberin @horreurscopes @ghostpressure @the-one-moustache @firebuggg and i guess anyone else who would like to do it

Nicknames: I don’t currently have a nickname? I used to be frosty then bones online and irl people used to call me kiki or kika but now people just use my name

Gender/pronouns: gender is fuck if i know but i’m going with agender, pronouns are they/them or it

Star sign: aries. i am not a leader please stop saying i am people are starting to develop expectations

Height: i 172-175cm so. 5′8″?

Time: 7:12pm

Birthday: March 28th

Favourite bands: I hate this question I have no music taste uhhhhh. Florence + the Machine, Fall Out Boy, Paramore, i don’t knoooooow

Favourite solo artist: Ke$ha, Sia and P!nk

Song stuck in your head: i have been listening to Cher cause I watched Burlesque the other day so

Just Like Jesse James - Cher

Last movie you watched?: I’m currently halfway through the fifth element and am, in light of this being the second time I’ve seen it, being incredibly grossed out by the main romance.

Last show?: Doctor Who. trying to catch up with what i missed before the new season begins

Why did you create your blog?: Back when I was like 12/13 I wanted to create a live-blog style of thing but I didn’t have interests (lmao) and my daily life was boring and somehow I ended up making a tumblr instead. I started off in fandom spaces and just migrated over into more aesthetic stuff.

What do you post?: Mostly aesthetic stuff (including fashion and art etc etc) with a bit of fandom and political and it is my personal blog so I do post about when I’m feeling crap and beg for attention and whatnot

Last thing you googled: the song that I linked above lmao but before that I was googling duolingo cause I started learning Welsh today >:) draig dw i

Other blogs: @cardinalbones is my art blog which hasn’t seen any new work in a while now lmao and @varenmaid is my sporadically updated world building and reference blog. I also have rp blogs but I won’t bother linking those

AO3: though I have been trying for the past month or so because I Have An Idea I have never written fanfic in my life. I keep track of what I read on my phone notes.

Do you get asks?: sometimes. i get 1-2 asks for every 5 or 8 meme things I reblog. also my followers are wonderful and sometimes send me nice things when i’m freaking the fuck out on my dash.

How did you get the idea for your URL?: uhhh i chose this back when my depression was bleeding into my identity and I was very “space and oceans and nothingness” but also a void kraken is such a space pirate aesthetic which is my true self how could i not

I follow: 935 blogs. I need to go through and double check who i’m following though

Followers: 476. what are u doing here?

Average hours of sleep: uhhh hard to measure cause i take forever to fall asleep and i tend to lie in bed for a couple hours unless i’m working in the morning but I’d say 7ish?

Lucky number: 3? 

Instruments: I used to play drums and I can still keep a beat but I think I’ve lost most of my talent for more complicated stuff

What are you wearing?: shorts and a tshirt

Dream job: an artist with an infinite amount of time, motivation and energy but lacking that I’ll take anything that doesn’t make me depressed and gives me a reason to get up in the morning

Dream trip: Anywhere that isn’t really hot and where I have friends with me. I want to go see all the cool museums and art galleries and landscapes

Favourite food: Dumplings and sweet things. Also popcorn

Significant other: im lonely and bitter

Last book I read: I read the first chapter of Neil Degrasse Tyson’s Astrophysics for People in a Hurry before I remembered that I’m not in a hurry and also I have no attention span.

Top 3 fictional universes: Oof. Tamora Pierce’s Tortall Universe, Scott Lynch’s Gentleman Bastards Universe aaaaand Mass effect? don’t quote me on that.

#personal bones

[wolfpawn]

I Hate You, I Love You, Chapter 148

Chapter Summary - Tom realises something is slightly off with Danielle but it seems even she is not focusing on it.

Previous Chapter

Rating - Mature (some chapters contain smut)

Triggers - references to Tom Hiddleston’s work with the #MeToo Movement. That chapter will be tagged accordingly.

authors Note - I have been working on this for the last 3 years, it is currently 180+ chapters long.  This will be updated daily, so long as I can get time to do so, obviously.

Copyright for the photo is the owners, not mine. All image rights belong to their owners

So the spoons story Tom revealed before on a chat show.

tags: @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog​ @jessibelle-nerdy-mum​ @nonsensicalobsessions​ @damalseer​ @hiddlesbitch1​ @winterisakiller​ @fairlightswiftly​ @salempoe​ @wolfsmom1​ @black-ninja-blade

Tom knew within a few minutes of Danielle's company on his return that his suspicions were correct. Something was bothering her and she did not seem set to share it. It was peculiar, it was as though whatever it was, she was actively seeking to avoid and work around it herself. He watched as she tried to force herself to speak to him as she usually did but there was also a peculiar sense to her too. He tried to make her feel like she could speak to him but she continued to say nothing. She smiled and spoke as close to normal as she could muster, but there was a strain in it for her.

She told him of everything she had to do for the documentation, she showed him who was involved, several of the names were world-leading experts apparently. She mentioned that if she had thought Waters and Safeguard were something to note, this was several times more impressive. When he asked her if there was a possibility of her getting her name in with bigger companies, perhaps set the groundwork for when she would be done with her contract with Safeguard, she nodded and said that if it went well, she could get a job with anyone she wanted and name her price.

Then she explained her triathlon training. To say it was going to be intense was an understatement. Tom stared open-mouthed at the sheer amount of hours a week she was now going to dedicate to training after months of her barely even getting a jog some weeks. She told him of the races she would be doing as a build-up to the main event and that she had already booked her room for the weekend in the small and apparently, going by the pictures she showed him on her phone, beautiful Welsh seaside town. She informed him it was a double room and booked for two and that she hoped he could make it but she understood if he would have work commitments. Whatever it was that was bothering her, he was relieved to see that it did not concern her in a way that meant she foresaw a situation of them not being together in September.

What he noticed more than anything was that Danielle refused to sit still and simply relax. Even when he was not around her and walked into a room she was in, she had the radio on. That was noteworthy in itself, usually, she just chose some album or shuffle to listen to but by actively seeking the radio, she was avoiding her own music. He noted that the radio channels of choice were Irish, or what he assumed to be Irish at least as it was in a language he did not know and the music all seemed to be traditional Irish music, which he knew from his lock-in in Camden where he was forced to learn the spoons to be allowed stay drinking with his friends, or more often, Irish bands and singers. He listened and attempted to at least figure out the gist what was being said, but it was impossible, Irish was not even derived from Latin like a large number of European languages, so nothing made an ounce of sense.

He walked into the kitchen three days after his return with Luke to discuss more work to see Danielle's phone on the worktop and hearing the peculiar language before spotting Danielle filling the bird feeders in the garden.

'What is that?’ Luke asked pointing to Danielle's phone.

'Did you know that when Danielle was small, she never spoke English in her home, that she only started learning it when she was five-years-old in school?’ Tom stated.

'But Ireland speaks English? That's its language.’

'Yes and no. The first language of most Irish people is English but in small pockets of Ireland, such as Connemara, Elle's area, Irish is the first and often the only language spoken.’ Tom beamed.

'So she knows what's being said?’ Luke pointed to the phone and Tom nodded. 'Do you know any of it?’

'Not really, I figured out a word that more than likely means hospital and I know that the HSE was the Irish equivalent of the NHS, so them being so close together was something I was able to work out. Some of the reports are in English, though some of the politicians seem to know a lot of Irish too so I don't always know what's going on. Apparently, they have a huge referendum this month.’ Tom rambled.

Luke just looked at him blankly with no idea as to how to respond to such a statement. Before he could retort in any manner, the dogs and Danielle came back inside. 'Hey.’ She smiled as she walked over and turned off the radio app on her phone. 'How are you gentlemen today? Tea?’

‘I have it there.’ Tom smiled back at her. 'How was the run?’

'Fine, our friend was out to annoy us again.’ She informed him, referencing the photographer that seemed to all but live in Belsize to irritate the celebrities who called the area home. ‘Bobby needs a walk later, I brought Mac with me for the run, could you do it?’

'Sure.’ Tom was slightly startled by her request. It often happened that if one of them was going for a run, they would take Mac with them and the other would walk Bobby later as the pup was not old enough yet to jog with them, but the way she asked him confused him slightly. 'Are you busy, we could do it together?’

'I am going to the office in a minute, I want to sort something.’ She explained. 'I want to get some files, I plan on a solid four hours tomorrow after the pool.’

'Should you be going this intensely already?’

'Tom, I am late getting started and I have not even gotten my bike yet. I will have to see about fitting in some bike time then too and then all three together. I guess that's a good thing about the summer on the coast, I can put all three together there.’

‘What’s this then?’ Luke asked curiously, noting Tom's downtrodden demeanour and Danielle's seemingly mad training schedule.

'I am doing an Ironman in September, so I have to start my training now to be ready.’ She explained.

'Ironman?’

'A swim, then bike, then running competition.’ Danielle explained.

'Sounds exhausting. Rather you than me.’ He retorted. 'Tom told me about your other work also, congratulations, you will be incredibly busy.’

'Yes, it'll be balls to the wall for a while but it's a good way to be. I like being busy when possible.’

'Just as long as you look after yourself, I read injuries are commonplace in training from overdoing it.’ Tom warned.

'I know, Love. Plenty of rest is a big part, thankfully it exhausts you so as soon as I hit the pillows at night, I will more than likely conk.’ She smiled and grabbed her phone. 'I better head to the office, I'll leave the car here and talk to you later, okay?’ She leant up and kissed Tom's cheek. 'There is dinner in the fridge, easy to heat up and sort.’

'Won't you be home for it?’ He asked. 'I can hold off?’

'Don't worry yourself. I'll heat mine when I get back.’ She turned to Luke. 'Thanks for everything at the premiere, I forgot to say. It helped.’

'Of course, that's what I'm here for.’

'I am fairly sure your mother didn't bring you into the world to be Tom's babysitter and to console his girlfriend at an event but okay.’ She joked. 'But, in all seriousness, thank you. I hope I didn't cause you any trouble.’

'No, you didn't. Nothing of the sort, as usual with reference to you, you were nothing short of a dream to deal with. Bar the angry few that still have not realised Tom is a living breathing human being with his own life, once again, you have unanimous praise.’

‘Good, I will endeavour to keep it that way.’ She walked over to Tom. 'Almost forgot.’ She leant up and gave him a kiss. 'Don't go mad in my absence.’

‘Don’t worry, I'll clean it if we do.’

'Oh, I know you will, that's not the reason for my statement.’ Danielle laughed.

'Then what is?’ He questioned curiously.

'I just don't want to miss the fun.’ She smiled as she left the room.

Luke chuckled at her statement before looking at Tom. 'Is everything okay?’

'I don't know. I think something is going on with Danielle.’

'She seems her usual witty self to me but I don't live with her, so I can't say for sure. When did you seem to notice?’

'The premiere.’

'In what way?’

'She's stacking her schedule with work again, making sure she has so much to do all the time and she seems just...off. I can't explain it. She seems like something is bothering her and she is trying to ignore it.’

‘Does she often listen to Irish radio?’

'Apparently, she's been doing it all along and I never knew.’

'Parents birthdays or death anniversaries?’

‘Her mum's was back in January, her father's is next month and birthdays are a little off yet.’ He scanned his mind for the dates he knew meant something more to Danielle.

'I don't know what to say, maybe she is homesick or perhaps she is town weary. A few days in Suffolk will do her good, as will the summer by the sea.’

‘Am I thinking too much into it?’ Tom asked.

'Honestly, I can't stay, but I will say that the best thing to do is air your worries. You two work well together, don't hold that in but also respect that Danielle is not some dependent woman, she is very much her own, driven person. Career advancement and personal goals for her have to be done at a time that suits her, not anyone else. The career thing, she cannot help, that is being steamrolled from elsewhere and regarding her sports thing, it is in the statement you released last year, in papers, online, that she is accomplished at it so this is not completely out of place and at thirty-one, she has to think of her age, her health and the very real possibility that if you two continue as you do, there is going to be a time soon that she will have to forego such goals if you decide to get married and have children. If this is something wants and it will all be done and dusted come September, personally I see it as unreasonable to be irked by it. You both have things you like.’

'She is training several times a week. She went from barely time for a jog to several times a week.’ Tom argued. 'Ten hours rising to fifteen closer the time, it's madness.’

'I agree it's probably a form of madness, as well as a level of dedication that most would never have but in all fairness, she is ambitious in her personal goals, that is something that you have said many times appeals to you about her.’ Tom said nothing back. 'You're concerned that there is no place for you in this, aren't you?’

'She seems to be making little time for us.’

'Have you asked to join her for some of this training, you run, she'll be running, that's something. You could get a bike or swim also.’

'You have no idea what an Ironman is, do you?’

'No why?’

'Google it, Google Ironman distances.’ Luke did as Tom suggested and his eyes widened as his mind computed the words in front of him. 'Bar asking if she has received a sharp blow to the head recently to willingly choose to do this, I don't know what to say.’

Tom did not know how to respond either.

#i hate you i love you #chapter 148 #tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston fic #wolfpawn

[adzart-time]

5 Things

Don’t usually bother with these things, but it seems like harmless fun (tagged by @hannytime)

5 things you’ll find in my bag:

Don’t always have a bag on me, but when I do, it can be used for;

- Carrying drinks/snacks that I buy on my outings

- My phone (when it’s too hot for a coat)

- My MP3 player (same as above)

- My portable charger

- Anything that would be too heavy/bothersome to carry around with my hands

5 things you’ll find in my bedroom:

- My PC

- My consoles

- A variety of figures

- My Everton shirts on display near my window

- My huge collection of games

5 things that make me happy:

- My friends.  Without them, I don’t even want to think about where I’d be.  Most of them are online, as I don’t really have any local friends.  Still, they’re appreciated all the same.

- Playing games.  Games have been a big part of my life from an early age.  There’s nothing like getting stuck into a good game.

- Seeing Everton do well.  While I’m not exactly a ‘Football is life!’ kind of guy, I enjoy following Everton.  It’d be nice to see them pick up a trophy or two.

- Travelling.  While I sometimes get anxious about the process of travelling, I like going to places I haven’t been to before and taking in the sights.

- Drawing.  I find it a nice way to relax sometimes.  Also fun drawing my characters in different situations.

5 things on my to-do list:

- Find a job.  Not exactly easy in my area for a variety of reasons, but I have to keep trying.

- Think of a way to break into game design.  I still haven’t 100% gave up on it.  The group I was involved with before have gone a bit quiet, though.

- Maybe draw some regular comics with my characters.  Just need to get organised, then it might happen one day.

- See more of the world.  There’s definitely places I’d like visit one day.  Also wouldn’t mind meeting some of my online friends in person.

- Visit places by myself.  I’m talking more about going to places like a cinema or café by myself, rather than going to another country or something like that.  I currently feel awkward about doing it, but maybe it’ll feel better once I’ve done it a few times.

5 things i’m currently into:

- Overwatch!  Before release, I honestly didn’t think it’d be something I’d be interested in.  I historically haven’t been much of an online multiplayer guy.  However, it’s definitely proved me wrong.  While I don’t play it day-in day-out, it’s a really nice way to kill some time.  My favourite character is Tracer, but I’ll play as pretty much anyone.

- Watching roleplaying sessions.  I like watching online sessions of tabletop roleplaying games like D&D or Shadowrun.  It can be a lot of fun seeing what kind of situations players get themselves into.

- Football Manager.  While I’m currently taking a bit of a break from it, Football Manager is something that I like playing a lot of the time.  I like the challenge of taking a small team and building them up into European powerhouses.  Very satisfying (when I’m successful, at least :’D).

- The Walking Dead.  Not airing at the moment, but I caught up with it last year and I’ve really enjoyed it.  Can’t wait for it to come back.

- The ambition Everton are showing right now.  Alright, I actually ran out of things to say...but I guess this still counts.

5 things you might not know about me:

- My first name is actually Neil (after my dad).  My mum decided to name me the ‘Welsh way’, with my given name in the middle rather the first one.  As you can imagine, this results in confusion whenever I go to hospitals, dentists etc.

- As I was born and raised in Wales, I’m bilingual.  While I’m not great at speaking Welsh (because I don’t really need to), I have no problem translating it.

- When I was 13, I was diagnosed with Asperger’s Syndrome (a form of Autism).  The way it affects me is mainly on the social side of things, as I have some difficulty with it.  I can also get very anxious about situations I’m not used to.  There’s a bit more to it, but too much to explain here.  :’D

- My first gaming platform was the ZX Spectrum +2 and the first game I played was probably Dizzy; a game about a living egg who has to defeat an evil wizard called Zax.  No, I’m not kidding.

- I support Everton because of my dad, who was from Liverpool.  He supported them because of his grandfather.  Most of the family on his side are Liverpool fans, however.  Conversely, all of my immediate family support Everton...apart from my youngest brother...who picked them up because of our grandfather.  I wonder if a pattern is emerging...

Thanks, Hanny.  That was fun.  :D