41 for the crow's ask game 🫶🏻
41. What are a few of your favourite group crow moments?
Ooo I was actually just thinking about this and my answer is....
The scene where they were at that tavern in Djerholm where they were looking through the book with the hole. I love this one because they started to trust and feel like a family in this one. They made jokes. It was so cute
The tank scene this is my favourite scene, its just pure crow chaos, and they're all so happy in that moment, Kaz even smiled. Plus, it was just so funny to read/ listen to. I love it so much
The crows at black veil dealing with Alys singing (I know Inej wasn't there, so it isn't my most favourite). But I do love this scene they really felt like a family in this scene, and they all suffered together with Alys singing.
AND the scene in the Geldrenner Hotel, this was just pure found family, they had gone through so much and now they trusted each other. Also, the joking around and the whole scene was adorable
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Shuffle your favorite playlist and post the first five songs that come up. Then copy/paste this ask to your favorite mutuals. 💌💜
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Rules: make a new post and spell out your URL with song titles, then tag as many people as there are letters in your URL!
Tagged by @nerdy-valkyrie
I: I Am Not a Robot - Marina and the Diamonds
N: Nobody - Mitski
K: Killer Queen - Queen
S: Selene - Imagine Dragons
P: Problems - Mother, Mother
O: O Green World - Gorillaz
T: Today - Smashing Pumpkins
T: Touch-Tone Telephone - Lemon Demon
I: I Got No Time - CG5
E: Epoch - Living Tombstone
I tag: @doberart, @birdie-ghost, @trashboatprince, @deadgurlxd, and @thatonespacytallgirl :3
I ain’t tagging that many people but if y’all wanna do it go right ahead!
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five fave fics
all my fics are my babies 🥹 so here’s just a few of them, in no particular order <33 thanks for the tags @fearlessdiaz @loveyourownsmiilee @jacksadventuresinwriting @imsupposedtobewritting 🥰
coastlines 🌊
rated t | 38.6k | 6 chapters
-He’d surfed many seas, rode an infinite amount of waves, though none of them quite felt like home, like he’d surfaced. It wasn’t until he met the guy with eyes as deep as the ocean that he let himself drift to shore, sinking right into them. Everything about him was like being right on the edge, like you could travel for miles and still never quite reach his depths, like a wave that couldn’t be touched, couldn’t be brought down. Sometimes, you couldn’t stop the wave, but you could learn to surf it. Eddie had spent his entire life riding the waves, but nothing could prepare him for the depths of Evan Buckley.
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the buddie surfing au that no one dj asked me to write
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i wanna be your turtle 🐢
rated g | 5.5k words
It’s so cool! I can’t wait to see the turtles.”
Eddie either; they’d watched Finding Nemo one too many times, both of them always drawn to the sea creatures.
“Me too buddy, but I don’t think we’ll get to see any of the swimming kind today.”
Chris frowned for a moment, though it immediately disappeared as a giant tortoise came into view; Eddie nearly missed the turtle for the man that was standing next to it.
“Wow,” Chris exclaimed.
Wow indeed, Eddie thought silently to himself.
Sat crouched next to the tortoise was a beautiful man, golden curls blowing in the breeze. The guy was wearing boots with cargo pants and a flannel, nothing special, though Eddie couldn’t take his eyes off the man all the same.
“I’m the official turtle guy around here, but you guys can just call me Buck.”
Buck huh?
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the wildlife au that no one asked for (aka i saw those pics of oliver and ran with it)
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the holiday calendar 🎄
rated t | 21.4k | 10 chapters
When Buck comes into possession of an old advent calendar, he thinks nothing of it, only that it's an old tradition he and Maddie share. It's only the beginning of the holidays, Buck ready to dive into all of the usual festivities. It's only after the first night that Buck realizes the calendar is a little more than just a calendar. He had enough bad luck before; he didn't need any help, thanks.
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Buck ends up with an advent calendar during the start of the holiday season. He thinks it's possessed and out to ruin his life, the toys inside continually leading him to some doe-eyed beauty and his adorable son. Featuring best sister Maddie, and all the Uncle-Buck fluff we've been snubbed of.
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i want to love you (but i don’t know how) 💗
rated e | 11.8 k
“Say we want to, I don’t know…maybe you…or I, will want to let the other know that I’m safe at work, like if there’s a bad call or something.”
Eddie nodded for him to go on, Buck already reaching to tap the correct buttons.
“How about two taps means: ‘I’m safe’.”
Buck tapped his bracelet twice, the two of them watching in awe as Eddie’s lit up, vibrating where it lay over his wrist. He watched as Eddie visibly shivered; he couldn’t be sure if it was due to the magic of the bracelets, or Eddie’s fear of technology—maybe a little of both.
Buck cleared his throat, ducking his head a little as he continued.
“And maybe, we could use—4 taps to say: ‘I’m hurt, but ok’.”
Eddie looked up to him then, raising a brow.
“How many taps do we need for, ‘my best friend is a dumbass and did something stupid again, and I’m not there to have his back’?”
Buck deadpanned.
“Well, that would be nineteen, to be exact.”
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Buck buys him and Eddie touch bracelets, not wanting either of them to feel disconnected after Eddie leaves. They help, but the real thing is still better.
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did you know, that i love you? 🫶🏼
rated g | 3.5k
Buck and his random facts annoy his teammates, all except one that is.
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Eddie is enamored with Buck and his random facts, and he makes sure to tell the man just how much he loves them.
tagging: @mansikkaomenabanaani @justsmilestuffhappens @prettyboyandthekid @zainclaw @eddiessluttytanktop @prettyboybuckley @blaidddrwg1982 @panicatthediaz @onward--upward
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What are your top five Harry & Louis moments?
hi anon! idk what prompted this but great question !
1. the yin&yang joke because harry starts laughing just because louis is even though he has no idea why he’s laughing yet and it’s just so 🥺
2. this time harry was gonna run of out breath so louis sang the next line for him
3. probably just all of mitam promo?? they were so cute.
4. “painted nails make harry beautiful” and just every single time louis was supportive of harry :)
5. the umbro shirt 🤗
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i was tagged by: @weirdothinking (thank you my dear, you’re sweetheart ❤️)
rules: post photos of 8 ppl you have a crush on/are attracted to (other ppl might notice patterns in ur attraction you don't)
1) Ian Charleson (my first childhood crush)
2) Colin Firth (my teenage crush)
3) Manuel Neuer (my first football crush)
4) Thomas Müller (the love of my life)
5) Robert Lewandowski (hot and attractive devil)
6) Roger Federer (elegance)
7) Sebastian Vettel (charm)
8) Iga Świątek (my sweet girl)
I’m tagging : @lukabby, @katropolis, @klaarolines, @miasanmuller, @miasanlewy, @x-aik-x, @miroslavkloses, @uncoolfc (if you would like to do this of course)
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trntbl-clone is on point today!!
Send me "♪" and I will shuffle mp3/ipod/music player and write my favourite line with my handwriting
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Top 5 non bl tv shows?
This one is tough, because for the past year all I have been watching is BL hahaha
But here is goes:
Helluva Boss (Watch it on YouTube!)
Broad City
The Owl House
Doom Patrol
Paquita Salas
Happy watching 😉
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It's honestly crazy that discussion around testosterone HRT skews so much towards the beginning stages of it (to the point that you have dozens of guys thinking their transition is "failed" if they don't pass by like a year in lol) and what the initial changes of the first couple of months to years look like, like the classic laundry list of those early basic changes like bottom growth, voice drop, etc, when IMO literally none of that compares remotely to the depth and intensity of the long term total masculinization you start to experience like 3-5+ years in.
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*you opening the love letter* what does your damijon look like, pls pls pls pls pls pls pls, i know it would be so cute, i just know it 🙏🙏🙏
here you go! thank you for the ask, this was a lot of fun to do! they're working on a case together ^^
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the thing about art is that it was always supposed to be about us, about the human-ness of us, the impossible and beautiful reality that we (for centuries) have stood still, transfixed by music. that we can close our eyes and cry about the same book passage; the events of which aren't real and never happened. theatre in shakespeare's time was as real as it is now; we all laugh at the same cue (pursued by bear), separated hundreds of years apart.
three years ago my housemates were jamming outdoors, just messing around with their instruments, mostly just making noise. our neighbors - shy, cautious, a little sheepish - sat down and started playing. i don't really know how it happened; i was somehow in charge of dancing, barefoot and laughing - but i looked up, and our yard was full of people. kids stacked on the shoulders of parents. old couples holding hands. someone had brought sidewalk chalk; our front walk became a riot of color. someone ran in with a flute and played the most astounding solo i've ever heard in my life, upright and wiggling, skipping as she did so. she only paused because the violin player was kicking his heels up and she was laughing too hard to continue.
two weeks ago my friend and i met in the basement of her apartment complex so she could work out a piece of choreography. we have a language barrier - i'm not as good at ASL as i'd like to be (i'm still learning!) so we communicate mostly through the notes app and this strange secret language of dancers - we have the same movement vocabulary. the two of us cracking jokes at each other, giggling. there were kids in the basement too, who had been playing soccer until we took up the far corner of the room. one by one they made their slow way over like feral cats - they laid down, belly-flat against the floor, just watching. my friend and i were not in tutus - we were in slouchy shirts and leggings and socks. nothing fancy. but when i asked the kids would you like to dance too? they were immediately on their feet and spinning. i love when people dance with abandon, the wild and leggy fervor of childhood. i think it is gorgeous.
their adults showed up eventually, and a few of them said hey, let's not bother the nice ladies. but they weren't bothering us, they were just having fun - so. a few of the adults started dancing awkwardly along, and then most of the adults. someone brought down a better sound system. someone opened a watermelon and started handing out slices. it was 8 PM on a tuesday and nothing about that day was particularly special; we might as well party.
one time i hosted a free "paint along party" and about 20 adults worked quietly while i taught them how to paint nessie. one time i taught community dance classes and so many people showed up we had to move the whole thing outside. we used chairs and coatracks to balance. one time i showed up to a random band playing in a random location, and the whole thing got packed so quickly we had to open every door and window in the place.
i don't think i can tell you how much people want to be making art and engaging with art. they want to, desperately. so many people would be stunning artists, but they are lied to and told from a very young age that art only matters if it is planned, purposeful, beautiful. that if you have an idea, you need to be able to express it perfectly. this is not true. you don't get only 1 chance to communicate. you can spend a lifetime trying to display exactly 1 thing you can never quite language. you can just express the "!!??!!!"-ing-ness of being alive; that is something none of us really have a full grasp on creating. and even when we can't make what we want - god, it feels fucking good to try. and even just enjoying other artists - art inherently rewards the act of participating.
i wasn't raised wealthy. whenever i make a post about art, someone inevitably says something along the lines of well some of us aren't that lucky. i am not lucky; i am dedicated. i have a chronic condition, my hands are constantly in pain. i am not neurotypical, nor was i raised safe. i worked 5-7 jobs while some of these memories happened. i chose art because it mattered to me more than anything on this fucking planet - i would work 80 hours a week just so i could afford to write in 3 of them.
and i am still telling you - if you are called to make art, you are called to the part of you that is human. you do not have to be good at it. you do not have to have enormous amounts of privilege. you can just... give yourself permission. you can just say i'm going to make something now and then - go out and make it. raquel it won't be good though that is okay, i don't make good things every time either. besides. who decides what good even is?
you weren't called to make something because you wanted it to be good, you were called to make something because it is a basic instinct. you were taught to judge its worth and over-value perfection. you are doing something impossible. a god's ability: from nothing springs creation.
a few months ago i found a piece of sidewalk chalk and started drawing. within an hour i had somehow collected a small classroom of young children. their adults often brought their own chalk. i looked up and about fifteen families had joined me from around the block. we drew scrangly unicorns and messed up flowers and one girl asked me to draw charizard. i am not good at drawing. i basically drew an orb with wings. you would have thought i drew her the mona lisa. she dragged her mother over and pointed and said look! look what she drew for me and, in the moment, i admit i flinched (sorry, i don't -). but the mother just grinned at me. he's beautiful. and then she sat down and started drawing.
someone took a picture of it. it was in the local newspaper. the summary underneath said joyful and spontaneous artwork from local artists springs up in public gallery. in the picture, a little girl covered in chalk dust has her head thrown back, delighted. laughing.
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Playing with a Joker (design) 🃏
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i have two sides
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