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immajustvibehere · 1 year

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Arthur Morgan x fem!Reader - Enemies to Lovers

Series summary: An impulsive and reckless girl who stands for everything Arthur tries to overcome joins the gang. Even worse, she is related to Micah Bell. What starts off as a relationship of mistrust and hate slowly transforms into a beautiful, deeper connection, as both parties realise that there is more to the other person than what meets the eye at first.

Chapter 3 summary: After the argument you had with Arthur when robbing Chez Porter, you worsen the situation by taking Arthur's journal.

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first chapter, second chapter

2600 words, 15 minutes reading time

Neither Arthur nor you rode back to camp right away. You took a little detour to look for something you could shoot and present Pearson. Yesterday you had forgotten to deliver him fresh meat and you tasted its absence in the stew you could barely swallow. The time alone would give you the opportunity to wind down and with a job already successfully done, you didn’t have to worry about the money you’d put into the donations box today. You sighed and readjusted you position in the saddle. What you couldn’t understand is why Arthur was so opposed to your methods. For a second you gave in to the thought that you might be biased, since you almost always worked alone and if you didn’t, Micah was your partner in crime.

Arthur also opted for a scenic route before returning to camp. He’d stop in Valentine to get some provisions, maybe take in lunch at the saloon and then ride back. No matter which distraction he tried, he couldn’t blur out the conversation he had had with you. Why did you know so much about him? What was this hint of him leaving his family behind? You couldn’t possibly know about that. Was it that obvious? Arthur still heard you yell that neither he nor you got something to live for. He’d like to deny it, but honestly, he couldn’t. He had felt like that for a long time and yet he was aware that he was one of the main providers for the gang. Maybe with you around, bringing in money and food, he wasn’t needed anymore.

But no, there was this underlying feeling that you wouldn’t be good for the gang. The couple of days Micah was imprisoned in Strawberry were one of the quietest and most peaceful the gang had experienced in a long time. And now there were two Bells in the gang, and one talked more crap than the other. It was like you were striving to be a little Micah, the way you listened to Dutch and harassed everyone else.

The first time he saw you sitting in Micah’s camp, he thought you were a victim, maybe some girl Micah kidnapped, but it dawned on Arthur that you couldn’t be the one he should feel sorry for. But having nothing to live for and running towards bullets like you didn’t care for injury or death was appalling to watch. He had thought Micah reckless when they were shooting their way through Strawberry for his guns, but you had taken it to a new level that Arthur didn’t quite understand.

With a buck strapped to your horse you returned to camp some time in the afternoon. As you dismounted and started to unstrap the carcass from your horse’s back, you heard someone coming closer. “Need some help?”. It was the Indian. He wouldn’t stop offering help, no matter what you did. It irritated you. It was a constant reminder that there was always someone somewhere that considered you not strong enough. Just two days ago he had offered you his assistance when he saw you buckle under the weight of an overloaded sack of potatoes. You had refused and stumbled to the food waggon. “I’m good”, you replied briefly, watching him in the corner of his eye.

You knew he didn’t approve of you. He had voiced his disdain for your methods a couple of times when you tipsily told some of your stories at the campfire, and yet he was always kind. Why? You wished it would stop because it made you feel uncomfortable. Uncomfortable for rejecting him every time he asked so very kindly, and this irritated you even more.

“Pearson! You better make something good out of this or you’re going into the pot next!”, you exclaimed as you threw the deer onto his working table, knocking over some bowls with vegetables. “Much appreciated, Miss y/l/n”, Pearson answered, already picking up the vegetables on the ground. Pearson was the first person in the gang who accepted that your last name wasn’t Bell, but the name you inherited from your mother. To be fair, he learned it the hard way when he called you “Bell” and you yelled at him. You hated people assuming that this was your last name. Deep down you appreciated Pearson calling you correctly, though you never told him specifically.

As you headed towards your tent, you passed Arthur’s. There it was. Your eyes caught it immediately – a little notebook with leather binding. You had seen Arthur writing in it almost every evening and you had to admit you were curious. A quick glance over your shoulder to make sure nobody was nearby and watching and as smoothly as possible, you picked the journal up and strut a little outside camp. Horseshoe Overlook was a fine camping spot. You enjoyed sitting at the edge of the cliff to let your legs dangle, often drinking a cup of coffee in the morning, or smoking your last cigarette in the evening. But now you walked a little further than your normal spot, so the person on guard duty, Micah as you quickly assessed, wouldn’t notice you.

Dusk was approaching, the sun was slowly sinking behind the mountains, getting more orange and redder as it continued to disappear. But there was still enough light to see what was in Arthur’s notebook. When you flipped it open you landed on a double page containing a sketch of the camp-site. Your jaw dropped. You didn’t know that Arthur could draw. And so well…

You continued to browse through the journal, always skipping to the pages where something was drawn on. And there were plenty of those. Little birds, deer, sceneries, and old cabins that looked intriguing. You recognized a tree with bottles hanging on it from the Heartlands. Something weirdly started to make sense. Maybe it wasn’t all an act that Arthur was putting on. When he scolds you for shooting a witness instead of threatening them. Maybe, this man, as rough an outlaw he maybe seem to be…and though there was money on his head that you couldn’t even dream of ever having (either on your own head or in your pocket), maybe he was…soft.

It looked like he appreciated life, at least. This made you feel a bit sad about the things you had said to him earlier, when you accused him of not having anything to live for. Then you suddenly reached a page in the journal, where your own features were staring back at you.

“Damn”, you mumbled. It was a sketch of you on your horse, when you waited for the bank stagecoach to arrive over a week ago. You hadn’t noticed Arthur watching you. He most certainly didn’t draw you at that moment or at least Micah would have pointed it out. He must have done it later and yet everything seemed to be in its proper place. You remembered wearing the exact shirt and pants he drew you in, he even got the fur pattern of your horse right.

Nobody had ever drawn you before.

Of course, this didn’t mean anything. You knew Arthur didn’t like you and the words on the page surely must confirm this. It took you a few minutes to skip to the next page. Now you were taking in a drawing of a sheep when you heard quick stomping bolting towards you. You managed to turn your head to see Arthur with an angry expression approaching you. How did he come so close without you noticing? You only had time to close his journal and start to stand up, before his big hands landed on your collar and pulled you into a standing position.

You tried to open your mouth, but Arthur only took a second to snatch the book away and push you into the next best tree with his free hand. Nothing could have prepared you for the force he was using. You struggled to get a breath in after the impact, wincing at the bark pressing itself into your back.

Arthur had noticed soon after the job was done and he had arrived in Valentine, that he had forgotten his journal at camp. Dutch had called on him so unexpectedly in the morning, that he didn’t have the time to grab his journal off the table. This wasn’t a big deal, it also wasn’t the first time he had left it at camp. The bad feeling had set in when he saw it missing from where he knew he had left it. For a moment he thought he might have displaced it, but then he saw your empty tent and scanned the grounds for you. He knew you had returned before him. Your horse was grazing not far from his and you had – this time correctly – added money to the donating box and made the entry in the ledger. So, he had feared the worst.

“What the hell is wrong with you?”, Arthur’s voice was low and threatening. He let go of you to quickly skim through the journal and check if you had ripped out pages. But you hadn’t. No, you had turned each page so carefully that you hadn’t even left the smallest crease. If you had some malicious intent, you scrapped that the moment you saw the first drawing. The plan was to look through the notebook and then put it back, never mentioning you ever took it.

After you had caught your breath again, you opened your mouth for some sort of defence you didn’t yet know, but Arthur was faster.

“That’s none of your business”, he said, calmly. He almost burst on the inside though. For a brief moment Arthur thought that if he snapped your neck right here, right now, nobody would know and it would save a lot of problems in the long run. This tiny amount of pity and connection he had felt with you when he had mulled over your words about the futility of life was all gone.

“Yeah, well-“, you started mockingly. You knew you weren’t heading into the right direction. Never before had you been so apprehensive of the idea of teasing Arthur. Not only because his eyes looked at you so fiercely you feared he might hurt you seriously, but also because you wanted to know what was written on those pages. You wanted to know why he drew you and you were aware that he’d never tell you if you didn’t back down now.

But you couldn’t admit you were wrong. He’d hate you either way. He’d despise your actions no matter your decision now.

“If you’re so stupid to let it lie around-“, you started but were interrupted.

“No.” It was a firm no. And then you saw his arms stir and you couldn’t tell if he’d go for a punch or a grab, but you dogged them and slipped past him. But Arthur was quick enough to pull one of your guns out of your holster. You tried to get it back but only grabbed thin air as Arthur wound up and threw it with as much force as he could muster over the ledge of the cliff. It glittered as the sparsely remaining sunlight was reflected on it. The carefully polished metal, the expensive carving,…all of it disappeared in a second when gravity pulled your favourite gun towards the earth. Swallowed up by the forest underneath. You squealed a painful “No!”.

You looked at Arthur incredulous.

“Go”, Arthur said with a nod of his head, “You’re not wanted here.”

“But I did so much the last-“

“No amount of money is worth yer constant complainin’ and insultin’. I haven’t heard ya utter one kind word to anyone in this gang. Ya don’t fit it, y/n. And if you’re not ready to change, which I honestly think yer incapable of, it’s better you go”, Arthur tried to deliver those words calmly, but he was still fuming. It was noticeable by the way he pronounced certain words, spitting them right in your face when he came closer again, entrapping you between him and the tree.

Not this again. It was haunting you. Everywhere you went, it always ended with you not fitting in. It was always you who was kicked out, abandoned, scolded for being different. And you had known it from the very start. When Micah had approached you with his stupid idea of joining this gang, even though you knew you were better off alone, you should have just shut him down and ran off again. But this – this somehow hurt. All of a sudden, it bothered you that it was Arthur who was giving you the final blow. You had just been ready to soften up a bit, especially around him because it seemed you had misunderstood him from the first second Micah had told you about him.

You looked around nervously, a bit at loss about what to do.

“Pack yer things and get outta here”, Arthur repeated his threat, “or I’m gonna throw yer off the cliff too.”

“You don’t mean that”, you replied, way quieter than you had hoped.

“You better believe I mean that”, he said and made a step back, giving you enough space to make a run for it.

You had given up trying to argue, he won’t let you speak. So you sighed and headed of to camp, stomping towards the fire to collect your mug and plate. Arthur watched you. Rage was still coursing through his veins, so it wasn’t until later that night that he remembered your trot to be weird. Determined and strong yes, but your fists clenched and shaking. Arthur watched as you started a discussion with Abigail, who was at the pot, ladling stew onto her plate. Arthur didn’t care to listen in, he only observed Abigail's displeased face and your angry expression. Arthur had just reached his tent, his eyes still glued on you and Abigail, when he saw John stepping in and after he yelled something barely understandable, he delivered such a punch to your face that though Arthur had threatened to kill you two minutes earlier, it made his face distort into a sour expression. It didn’t seem fair. You staggered and almost lost balance. The blow had most certainly silenced you.

The last thing Arthur saw was Abigail pulling John away, who looked like he would have gone for a second punch if she hadn’t stopped him. As Arthur still observed you in the corner of his eyes, dragging your sleeve across your face, he wondered if John had started to care about his family after all. Then he tried his best to not think about you, but instead opened a bottle of gin that stood on the table in his tent. Half an hour later he left it again, looking for something to do tonight. As he walked closer to where the action was going on, he noticed something; a dim light in between the trees under Horseshoe Overlook. It didn’t take him long to realise that it must be you, scouring the grounds for your weapon.

But that was it. A simple observation. He didn’t judge it nor think much about it. Ten seconds later he secured Tilly for a game of dominoes. An hour later he joined the others at the fire, telling stories and singing songs. When he headed back to his tent to call it a night, probably way past midnight by now, he stopped when he again saw the light down below. It disappeared behind the leaves of the trees, before it flashed up a few yards further north, where the forest was lighter. This time, Arthur observed it for longer, even lighting a cigarette to study your movements for a couple of minutes. A peculiar feeling started to creep up in him. He didn’t quite now what to think of it just yet.

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Alright, time to fall in love, don't y'all think? ;)

Shoutout to @little-honeypie because supporter and ideas supplier#1

taglist: @xclovers @photo1030 @cowboydisaster <3

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stephensmithuk · 9 months

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The Empty House

Published in 1903, this was the first Holmes short story for a decade. Doyle had previously released - in a serial format - The Hound of the Baskervilles, which was set before "The Final Problem".

ACD had become Sir Arthur Conan Doyle by this point, honoured in the 1902 Coronation Honours, arguably for a pro-Boer War short work he wrote. That's what he believed in any event.

This is the first story in The Return of Sherlock Holmes and the second that we've covered - we did "The Second Stain" previously because Baring-Gould's chronology puts it quite early.

Park Lane, as I might have mentioned previously, is a highly desirable street and is the equivalent of Park Place on the London Monopoly board.

"Honourable" is the courtesy title used for the younger sons of earls; it's also used by most members of the House of Commons. Insert joke about politicians here.

Carstairs is a village in South Lanarkshire Scotland. It is best known in British railway circles as a major junction and the place where the London to Edinburgh & Glasgow sleeper is split up, a section for each destination.

Expanding bullets were also known as dum-dum bullets after the Indian city of Dum Dum where some of them were made. The hollow point is a more modern version. The nastier injuries that they cause led to their banning from use in warfare in the 1899 Hague Convention, but they remain legal for law enforcement use, it being argued there is less risk of harm to bystanders as the bullet will not pass through.

Baritsu is possibly a typo for Bartitsu, a martial art invented by Edward William Barton-Wright, an engineer who had spent three years living in Japan. Combining elements of boxing, cane fighting, jujitsu and Frence kickboxing, it faded into obscurity during the 20th century before making something of a small comeback in the 21st.

Mecca, then under Ottoman rule, is closed to non-Muslims and the Ahmadiyya movement (seen as heretics). Holmes likely followed some other Westerners by getting in disguised as a Muslim.

The "Khalifa" was Abdallahi ibn Muhammad, a figure who tried to set up an Islamic caliphate in Sudan and the surrounding area at this time (1893). He faced an Anglo-Egyptian invasion in 1896-1899, lost and then engaged in a final stand at the Battle of Umm Diwaykarat in October 1899. To make use of a famous phrase, the other side had Maxim guns and he did not; the battle was massively one-sided, resulting in his death.

The "Jew's harp" is a mouth harp. It's probably from Siberia.

"Journeys end in lovers' meetings" is from Twelfth Night.

A shikari is a big game hunter.

Charasiab was an 1879 battle between the British and Indian Army on one side, with Afghans on the other. The British used Gatling guns for the first time in anger and won, capturing Kabul shortly after.

Despatches refers to the fact that Moran's conduct in the battle was sufficiently brave or high quality to warrant a mention in the official report sent to London and usually published in The London Gazette, the official government journal of record. This still exists and is used to formally announce honours etc. like Arthur Conan Doyle's knighthood. Simply put, it is an official commendation - not a gallantry medal, but one may well follow.

The Scotland Yard Museum, historically known as the Black Museum and now the Crime Museum, is a collection of criminal artefacts used for teaching purposes. Located in the basement of the current New Scotland Yard (the third to use that name) it is not open to the public - only police officers are generally allowed in and need an appointment. The Metropolitan Police has a public museum in Sidcup, but this is also appointment only.

#letters from watson #sherlock holmes #history #factoids #the empty house #EMPT

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forkaround · 1 year

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Top 3 Personal Favorite BLs of 2022

I would like to start by thanking everyone who replied to my 'What's the appeal of BL?' post. A friend had asked and I felt I hadn't given a satisfying answer but seeing all the reblogs and comments made my heart grow three sizes. These were things I knew to be true. These were things around me, abstract and translucent. And every answer made me so fucking happy. I could see hope. Thank You.

I got into BL this year and I can say, with ease that I've never been happier.

I am a writer. At 15 I had the idea for an epic fantasy. But things changed once I realized the female lead could end up with no one but this other female character. I steeled myself for a difficult battle because since this was gay this won't be published in India. (Back then there was still a ban on homosexuality. Section 377, if anyone's interested. A remnant of the British Raj. Lifted in 2018.) And I told myself this is going to be hard but it's fine. We can publish in the US. Parts of the story take place in the US anyway, and the rest is in another galaxy, so it's okay. We are fine.

At 20, I had an idea for a story where the female lead become the uncrowned Queen of India (Richest, most influential person in the country). Her motto was - Ambition isn't a bad word. I knew this won't be well received since a woman has ambition but I figured it won't be that bad. But I couldn't conceive of this character as anyone but a lesbian. And I knew this would never be made or rather published if she was the main character.

And in rolled the year 2022. I am 23. It's my 24th birthday and I am more excited for something else that's going to happen in two days than I am about it being my birthday and also the day I go to live, by myself, in Germany, miles from where my parents live. I can barely think about that.

All I am thinking about is -

Kinnporsche

This show is fantastic and no one can deny this but to me it's much more than a show because it made me believe there was a market for my stories. That I could do this and the road ahead wasn't as difficult as I'd thought I'd be. And that was because of how much of a phenomenon Kinnporsche was. Still is, idk. It trended worldwide every week. It trended in India every week since Ep 4. Major Indian magazines wrote about it. And for once I thought, maybe India is ready.

Kinnporsche was also a personal phenomenon. I had Sundays blocked off in my Bullet Journal as Kinnporsche Brainrot days. I bought wine for the first time in my life in anticipation of the Vegaspete episode. This show spawned 7 WIPs and added umph to pre-existing projects like the Ambition one I mentioned before. I had the time of my life reading metas and my critical thinking and media analysis skill improved because of this fandom. The fanworks were the first time in my life I've been as invested in the fandom of the fandom as I've been in the media. It glitters like gold. And in-between the changing genres and political scheming, stage blocking and color theory, and tooth rotting fluff and sadomasochism I found hope.

And what Kinnporsche started multiplied with the things to come.

Old Fashion Cupcake

I've mentioned I'm 24. I feel like I'm 40. I am a woman from a conservative country like India. I am queer but that's not the only thing about me that defies norms. And when you are young defying norms is a metric of success. When you go to college, though, things change and everything that you thought were things people were proud of, are suddenly not. All the talk of feminism and equal rights that had people clapping at 15 are all the same things that people snide at you about. It's the same with your family. And once you've finished college. The second that bachelor's degree hits your hand, the first question asked is - When are you going to start searching for a husband? And you've know for a while this is coming. And 25 feels like the end of the world. You can't imagine being 28, 30, 35, 40... And you've not even lived.

Then some guy, 5 years older than you, starts teaching his boss about some anti-aging thing. The boss is just like you, someone who hasn't lived and regrets it and you realize, a thought so powerful that your cry in the middle of the afternoon. There are as many years between me and Nozue as I've lived. It's not exact math but it shocks you down to your every cell. I feel old. But I'm not. Nozue is twice as old as me and I never thought him to be that old. And yes, life still sucks in many ways and yes, the rules of the universe are different for men and women but it also means my life doesn't end at 30. I won't be a haggard, old woman the moment the second hand moves to the next day on my birthday. Even if the world believes it - I don't have to. And it changes me coz all the things I thought I didn't have time for are suddenly things where I have all the time in the world. I have time for cute food. I have time for a cute cat. I have time to make my name. I have time to live.

And then comes something that makes me even more insane than I already am -

Love in the Air

I know. I know. But this is the first time I've seen someone that makes me as insane as Payu does. And I don't mean the department god status or the cool look. I mean the complete balance and grace this guy has. Before him it was Peggy Carter who I thought was just amazing but it was Payu that solidified the idea of why. He defies every expectation put on him. Good guy? No, he has connections to the mafia and can make you vanish with a phone call. Bad guy then? Nope, he is nice to everyone and is a general pleasure to have around. Any bad guy aesthetics are things he is passionate about in a nerdy way. The Cool Guy? Nope, he looks cool sure but it's not his goal to be a cool guy. He wants to be a nice guy. It's being nice that is cool. Nice Guy (derogatory)? Nope, he tests Rain but is pleasantly surprised every time Rain does pass the test. Narcissistic? Nope, he will put his whole pride aside for the man he loves. He will get humiliated for him any day. He is a well adjusted, respected man who is into kink. No tragic backstory, no dark impulses. Just some guy. Who likes kink.

He became dear to me and looking at him is the reason I realized that in order to make my dreams come true I can't just hope and have talent, I need discipline and balance too. But I also need grace to understand others. Enter Parpai. He spotted something wrong with Sky from the few seconds he seemed lost in thought. His priority in the finale was to take care of Sky and not being his hero or being The Hero. He cared about nothing beyond Sky's wellbeing. This is a type of character I can honestly say I've never seen before. The maturity and emotional intelligence shown by Parpai blows me away each time.

The clock struck twelve and I broke my first bottle of Merlot. Here to to an amazing 2023, an insane 2023, a wonderful 2023 and a kind 2023. I end this with love and gratitude, thing that before this year I considered superfluous, especially gratitude. But I've felt more gratitude this year thanks to BLs/GLs/QLs than I thought I was capable off.

What I wanted to do at 15 hasn't changed but now I have hope it can happen and time to make it happen and the balance and grace I would need to help me achieve my 15 year old self's dreams. Coz after a decade of being told it was stupid or unimportant I get to have confidence that all that I felt, things that others didn't agree with are real. And that makes all the difference.

#happy new year #2023 #kinnporsche #love in the air #thai bl #old fashion cupcake #japanese bl #hope

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skiasurveys · 8 months

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survey #idk

I have Traveled To:

More than three states in the US

Mexico

Canada (tech i live here)

A place that starts with the letter L

Austria

An island

A big city

Anywhere in Africa

Japan

A place where English is not the main language

Anywhere in the southern hemisphere

India

Netherlands

I Have Read:

Any of the Bible

At least two Harry Potter books

The entire Twilight series

Catch-22

Animal Farm

A Dr. Seuss book

Instructions to a piece of Ikea information

A warning label that made me laugh

A biography/autobiography

Dante’s Inferno

A Chuck Palahniuk book

A newspaper in the last week

Something that made me cry

I Like to Eat:

Spam

Mexican food

Brussell sprouts

Onions

Watermelon

Vegan food

Bacon

Chocolate

New things

Escargot

Hummus

Haggis

Indian food

Home cooking

Fast food

My Favorite Actors Include:

Mark Wahlberg

Morgan Freeman

James Franco

Leonardo DiCaprio

Robert DeNiro

Samuel L. Jackson

Chris Hemsworth

Elijah Wood

Johnny Depp

Steve Buscemi

Robin Williams

Jack Black

Channing Tatum

I Have Listened to These Bands:

Taylor Swift

AC/DC

Jay-Z

Frank Sinatra

Pink Floyd

Fall Out Boy

Incubus

No Doubt

The White Stripes

Skrillex

Tenacious D

Metallica

Britney Spears

Ke$ha

The Beatles

I Have/Had These Pets:

Dog

Cat

Horse

Bird

Hamster

Lizard

Snake

Guinea Pig

Goat

Fish

Mouse

Spider

Pig

Hedgehog

Ferret

I Have Seen These Movies:

Fifth Element

Gone With the Wind

Nightmare Before Christmas

High School Musical

Kickin’ It Old School

Casablanca

Predator

White Men Can’t Jump

AVATAR

12 Years A Slave

Saving Private Ryan

MASH

Mamma Mia!

Dark Shadows

Riding In Cars With Boys

If I Could Have A Super Power, I Would Choose:

Mind control

Mind reading

Teleportation

Flying

Bullet-proof

Speed

Super-strength

Invisibility

All-Knowing

X-Ray vision

Freeze-touch

Time traveling

Invulnerability

Telekenisis

I Am Scared of:

Clowns

Heights

Spiders

Open spaces

Small spaces

Vacuums

Snakes

Needles

Strangers

Michael Myers

Bugs

Tiny holes

Highways

Germs

Police

My Favorite Color Is:

Red

Yellow

Orange

Green

Blue

Purple

Gray

Black

Brown

White

Pink

I Am Currently Wearing:

A t-shirt

A hoodie

Capris

Shoes

A bra

Make-up

Perfume

Deodorant

Hat

Something with a superhero/symbol on it

Nail polish

Scarf

Pajamas

Boxers

Sweatpants

I Would Describe My Best Friend As:

Bossy

Intelligent

Promiscuous

Funny

Whiny

Honest

Reliable

Loyal

Lazy

Adventurous

Unique

Complicated

Open-minded

Well-read

In the Last 24 Hours, I Have:

Read

Drank alcohol

Had sex

Eaten meat

Danced in public

Went swimming

Changed my clothes more than once

Said something mean

Cleaned

Spent money on something pointless

Sang aloud

Met someone new

Played a game of some sort

Things In the Room With Me Now Are:

A TV

Another person

Something that belongs to a child

A pet

Food

Bed

Art

Clock not connected to a phone/computer

A mirror

Medicine

Books

Drugs or alcohol

The Last Person I Texted Is:

My significant other

Someone who sucks at spelling

A different race than me

A relative

Someone I don’t really like

Someone I went to high school with

My best friend

A person I work with

At home

In the room with me

Knows more than one language

Is female

Is under the age of 21

Someone I live with

I Am For:

Abortion

Death penalty

Amnesty

Gun control

Gay marriage

Prayer in school

War in the middle east

Marijuana legalization

Banning cigarettes in public places

Higher taxes

Higher minimum wage

Standardized testing

Lowering the legal age for drinking

I Have Committed These Crimes:

Jaywalking

Smoking weed

Shooting heroin

Shoplifting

Breaking & entering

Public intoxication

Hit & Run

Speeding

Opening someone else’s mail without their permission

Burglary

Vehicular manslaughter

Lying under oath

Truancy

I Took These Classes In High School/College:

Home Ec

Physics

Photography

Criminal Justice

Journalism

Debate

Creative Writing

Art

Music Theory

Philosophy

French

Theater

Choir

Psychology

What I Watch On TV:

Reality shows about celebrities

Game shows

News

Reruns of classic shows

Award shows

Modern Family

Doctor Who

Scandal

Infomercials

HSN

MTV

Singing competitions

Cooking shows

Traveling shows

#surveys

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charbakugou · 2 years

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ABOUT ME

NASA / ASA (s/her). nineteen. ENFP 8W7. [999] . ∘˚˳°∘° ✿

i'm a cancer sun, sagittarius moon and aquarius rising !!

i speak english and chinese! currently learning: japanese & spanish. i'm south east asian.

WHAT'S HER FAVOURITE THINGS??

LIKES — daydreaming, reading, pinterest, vlogging, indian food, bullet journalling, cats, pictures, PLUSHIES !!, cats&soup, game of thrones, house of the dragon, sleep, my tiger <3, cute outfits, twitter, chai and samosas, FORMULA ONE.

DISLIKES — slow walkers, people who stare, desserts, chocolate, peas, being unable to fall asleep, dry texters.

WHO DOES SHE LOVE ??

at the top !! bakugou katsuki, suna rintaro, gojo satoru, suou azami, kakucho hitto, ran haitani, bucky barnes, dick grayson.

oh how i love them so !! todoroki touya, midoriya izuku, iwaizumi hajime, oikawa tooru, miya osamu, uzui tengen, sanemi shinazugawa, peter parker.

#— ᥫ᭡ wanna know a secret.#— 𖠋 trying to find it.

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thatfaecreature · 2 years

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general info about me ig

(i might make a meet the artist too at some point idk)

most people call me fae

i’m 18, british indian, and my pronouns are she/her and ze/zir/zirs

i. love. space.

i’ve been doing art since i was like 4 and writing since i was 8 (doesn’t mean i’m any good at it though)

i have a habit of collecting hobbies and i also bullet journal, read, crochet, knit, journal normally, play the flute and do a few other things and there’s a lot i wanna learn

i have more than three types of synesthesia :D

some of my favourite books are geekerella, loveless, the beast player/warrior, these violent delights/our violent ends, goodbye days, six of crows/crooked kingdom and SO MANY MORE

i am also obsessed with bbc sherlock and several (too many) webtoons

what more is there to a d d ?

i am an amalgamation of the people i surround myself with

#i still don’t know how to tag #introducing myself #space #lgbtq #writers on tumblr #artists on tumblr #reading #synesthesia #what is a personality i have books #six of crows #bbc sherlock #books #eleceed #loveless #asexual

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flirting-with-psychology · 8 months

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“fool for love”

I have Traveled To: More than three states in the US Mexico Canada A place that starts with the letter L Austria An island A big city Anywhere in Africa Japan A place where English is not the main language Anywhere in the southern hemisphere India Netherlands

I Have Read: Any of the Bible At least two Harry Potter books The entire Twilight series Catch-22 Animal Farm A Dr. Seuss book Instructions to a piece of Ikea information A warning label that made me laugh A biography/autobiography Dante’s Inferno A Chuck Palahniuk book A newspaper in the last week Something that made me cry

I Like to Eat: Spam Mexican food Brussell sprouts Onions Watermelon Vegan food Bacon Chocolate New things Escargot Hummus Haggis Indian food Home cooking Fast food

My Favorite Actors Include: Mark Wahlberg Morgan Freeman James Franco Leonardo DiCaprio Robert DeNiro Samuel L. Jackson Chris Hemsworth Elijah Wood Johnny Depp Steve Buscemi Robin Williams Jack Black Channing Tatum

I Have Listened to These Bands: Taylor Swift AC/DC Jay-Z Frank Sinatra Pink Floyd Fall Out Boy Incubus No Doubt The White Stripes Skrillex Tenacious D Metallica Britney Spears Ke$ha The Beatles

I Have/Had These Pets: Dog Cat Horse Bird Hamster Lizard Snake Guinea Pig Goat Fish Mouse Spider Pig Hedgehog Ferret

I Have Seen These Movies: Fifth Element Gone With the Wind Nightmare Before Christmas High School Musical Kickin’ It Old School Casablanca Predator White Men Can’t Jump AVATAR 12 Years A Slave Saving Private Ryan MASH Mamma Mia! Dark Shadows Riding In Cars With Boys

If I Could Have A Super Power, I Would Choose: Mind control Mind reading Teleportation Flying Bullet-proof Speed Super-strength Invisibility All-Knowing X-Ray vision Freeze-touch Time traveling Invulnerability Telekenisis

I Am Scared of: Clowns Heights Spiders Open spaces Small spaces Vacuums Snakes Needles Strangers Michael Myers Bugs Tiny holes Highways Germs Police

My Favorite Color Is: Red Yellow Orange Green Blue Purple Gray Black Brown White Pink

I Am Currently Wearing: A t-shirt A hoodie Capris Shoes A bra Make-up Perfume Deodorant Hat Something with a superhero/symbol on it Nail polish Scarf Pajamas Boxers Sweatpants

I Would Describe My Best Friend As: Bossy Intelligent Promiscuous Funny Whiny Honest Reliable Loyal Lazy Adventurous Unique Complicated Open-minded Well-read

In the Last 24 Hours, I Have: Read Drank alcohol Had sex Eaten meat Danced in public Went swimming Changed my clothes more than once Said something mean Cleaned Spent money on something pointless Sang aloud Met someone new Played a game of some sort

Things In the Room With Me Now Are: A TV Another person Something that belongs to a child A pet Food Bed Art Clock not connected to a phone/computer A mirror Medicine Books Drugs or alcohol

The Last Person I Texted Is: My significant other Someone who sucks at spelling A different race than me A relative Someone I don’t really like Someone I went to high school with My best friend A person I work with At home In the room with me Knows more than one language (not sure) Is female Is under the age of 21 Someone I live with

I Am For: Abortion Death penalty Amnesty Gun control Gay marriage Prayer in school War in the middle east Marijuana legalization Banning cigarettes in public places Higher taxes Higher minimum wage Standardized testing Lowering the legal age for drinking

I Have Committed These Crimes: Jaywalking Smoking weed Shooting heroin Shoplifting Breaking & entering Public intoxication Hit & Run Speeding Opening someone else’s mail without their permission Burglary Vehicular manslaughter Lying under oath Truancy

I Took These Classes In High School/College: Home Ec Physics Photography Criminal Justice Journalism Debate Creative Writing Art Music Theory Philosophy French Theater Choir Psychology

What I Watch On TV: Reality shows about celebrities Game shows News Reruns of classic shows Award shows Modern Family Doctor Who Scandal Infomercials HSN MTV Singing competitions Cooking shows Traveling shows

#survey

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dreamyxangel · 2 months

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Wednesday, 21.02.24

I've been in a slump for about 2 months. And, I've been hating that. After having done by best possible to get out of it, I haven't really made much progress. Now I am totally fed up with myself.

And, doing a productivity challenge is going to be my last-ditch effort to make things better.

The way things went today:

started my morning by making a brand new routine which will be tailored according to my needs these days I wake up in the morning not feeling fresh or energetic

spoke to a friend, things did not end well

did not get much studying done

What do you do to get out of a slump?

#studyblr #bullet journal #study motivation #studyspo #med school #med student #med studyblr #indian studyblr #study aesthetic #study space #productivity #productive

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alsjeblieft-zeg · 8 months

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426 of 2023

“fool for love”

I Like to Eat: Spam Mexican food Brussell sprouts Onions Watermelon Vegan food Bacon Chocolate New things Escargot Hummus Haggis Indian food Home cooking Fast food

I Have Listened to These Bands: Taylor Swift AC/DC Jay-Z Frank Sinatra Pink Floyd Fall Out Boy Incubus No Doubt The White Stripes Skrillex Tenacious D Metallica Britney Spears Ke$ha The Beatles

I Have/Had These Pets: Dog Cat Horse Bird Hamster Lizard Snake Guinea Pig Goat Fish Mouse Spider Pig Hedgehog Ferret

I Am Scared of: Clowns Heights Spiders Open spaces Small spaces Vacuums Snakes Needles Strangers Michael Myers Bugs Tiny holes Highways Germs Police

My Favorite Color Is: Red Yellow Orange Green Blue Purple Gray Black Brown White Pink

I Am Currently Wearing: A t-shirt A hoodie Capris Shoes A bra Make-up Perfume Deodorant Hat Something with a superhero/symbol on it Nail polish Scarf Pajamas Boxers Sweatpants

I Would Describe My Best Friend As: Bossy Intelligent Promiscuous Funny Whiny Honest Reliable Loyal Lazy Adventurous Unique Complicated Open-minded Well-read

In the Last 24 Hours, I Have: Read Drank alcohol Had sex Eaten meat (ew!) Danced in public Went swimming Changed my clothes more than once Said something mean Cleaned Spent money on something pointless Sang aloud Met someone new Played a game of some sort

Things In the Room With Me Now Are: A TV Another person Something that belongs to a child A pet Food Bed Art Clock not connected to a phone/computer A mirror Medicine Books Drugs or alcohol

The Last Person I Texted Is: My significant other Someone who sucks at spelling A different race than me A relative Someone I don’t really like Someone I went to high school with My best friend A person I work with At home In the room with me Knows more than one language Is female Is under the age of 21 Someone I live with

I Took These Classes In High School: Home Ec Physics Photography Criminal Justice Journalism Debate Creative Writing Art Music Theory Philosophy French Theater Choir Psychology

#survey #bolding survey #categorised survey

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