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imminences · 3 years

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CHAR POSTERS. RICHARD GANSEY III

richard gansey iii had forgotten how many times he had been told he was destined for greatness.

[ID: A six panel edit of Richard Gansey III from The Raven Cycle.

The first panel is a picture of a green hiking bag and brown boots in a forest. The straps on the bag are brown. The laces of the boots are black. They are both on grey rocks. There are three trees visible, but blurred in the background. They cut off before any leaves or branches are can be seen. There is text centered at the bottom of the picture. It reads “richard gansey iii” in cursive text and “the raven cycle” in a serif font underneath it.

The second panel is a picture of an empty studio with wooden floors and large windows. There is a window tall, but not that wide, in the middle of the picture. The scenery outside shows the sky and a hill. There are also several windows to the side of the window, all of them smaller than the main window. You can vaguely see a tree from the bottom right window. There are two lights to either side of the main window, as well as what looks like a fan hanging from a black beam. There is text at the bottom of the picture that says “richard gansey iii” in a cursive font and “THE RAVEN CYCLE” under it, this time in a sans-serif font.

The third panel is a picture of a brown steering wheel. The horn has a crest on it that is various shades of yellow, red, and black. The middle of the crest has an animal that looks somewhat like a horse. The horn is surrounded by various circles, likely screws. The speedometer is also visible in the picture, but the details are blurred. At the bottom left of the picture there is a shoulder of a masculine figure wearing a white shirt. You can also see the brakes at the bottom right, and part of the windshield, although the only scenery it shows is white. There is text at the bottom of the picture that says “richard gansey iii” in a cursive font and “THE RAVEN CYCLE” under it, this time in a sans-serif font.

The fourth panel is a picture of a masculine figure wearing a red shirt that is stripped green. They are wearing a matching tie with a small button on it. Their hair is dark brown and cut at the sides, but full at the top. They also have brown eyebrows and eyes. They are surrounded by various green leaves with red petals near their left shoulder and right ear. There are blurred leaves covering most of the upper corners as well as one at the bottom left. There is text at the bottom of the picture that says “richard gansey iii” in a cursive font and “THE RAVEN CYCLE” under it, this time in a sans-serif font.

The fifth is a picture of two figures hiking along a mountain trail. The first figure is at the right of the picture. They are wearing a red hiking bag and using a walking stick. The second figure is to the left of the picture and they are wearing a green hiking bag. Both the figures are cut off at the legs by grass, which is coloured beige. A large portion of the picture is taken up by what seems like two mountains. A pathway through the two mountains seems to be visible. There is text at the bottom of the picture that says “richard gansey iii” in a cursive font and “THE RAVEN CYCLE” under it, this time in a sans-serif font.

The six panel is a picture of a brown shoe on a wooden floor. The laces on the shoe are a brown-green colour. There is an unidentifiable white object at the bottom right corner of the image. Two wheels seem to be visible from the angle the picture was taken. There are oval light beams on the floor that turn more rectangular where they hit the white object. There is also a light beam on the top of the shoe. There is text at the bottom of the picture that says “richard gansey iii” in a cursive font and “THE RAVEN CYCLE” under it, this time in a sans-serif font.

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#litedit #yalitedit #trcedit #storyseekers #aglionbysource #usersimone #tusergrace #userishani #invention.#i.#report. the raven cycle #subject. richard gansey iii #[i was going to do 30 day of character posters]#[and i was going to take requests]#[i mean like. i did take requests]#[but either i suck or tumblr sucks bc they arent in my inbox anymore]#[nd i cant remember whether i deleted them or tumblr decided to punish me]#[but it's gone so sobs ig]

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unsteadyflame · 3 years

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[Suddenly feels around the bed to search for the other’s hand / body when they’re sleeping] ( bluesey)

Blue Sargent had a secret. This was not unusual. Blue Sargent had had many secrets, over the years including but not limited to such wide-ranging subjects as: the knowledge that her first kiss would kill a boy; the future death of Richard Campbell Gansey III; the location of a magical forest; the fact that Ronan Lynch was 1) a magical sort of dreamer creature and 2) not as much of an asshole as he pretended to be; the knowledge that Blue herself could perhaps be best classfied as part-tree (she had not disclosed this at her latest doctor’s appointment, for example); and finally, where Calla had once hidden Orla’s parcel delivery of orange-and-purple nail polish, claiming its obnoxious loudness interfered with the clairvoyant powers of 300 Fox Way.

What she had now was a very different sort of secret. It was, however, a secret keeping her up late at night. Or that might have just been Henry’s snores. The tent they were all sharing was very small.

She had rolled over onto her side to stare at Gansey. In sleep, he did look younger, rather than what he usually did: an out of time being who was neither a young nor an old man. But that was all in his eyes. Like this, he just looked like an ordinary sort of boy. He stirred in his sleep and seemed to stretch out his hands. Eyes bleary, she could tell he wasn’t really awake, but he gave her a half-smile of sorts before seemingly punching her in the side. She gave him a glare, before feeling him fumble further. Not a punch, then, she realised, as his hand interlocked with hers, before his eyes closed again, his half-smile stretching out and then disappearing into sleep.

Blue had to fight off an undignfied wave of tenderness. Really, if the Blue of a year or so again could have seen herself now! Practically fawning over a Raven Boy in his sleep. But that was the secret: Blue Sargent was in love.

Technically, it wasn’t much of a secret. After all, she had always been told if she kissed her true love, he would die. She had kissed Gansey, and he had died. A far stupider boy than Richard Gansey could perhaps have put the two together. Blue herself had realized the implications, of course, even before they’d kissed. But it wasn’t a very sensible way of realizing oneself to be in love. She firmly rejected the very notion of letting a prophecy tell her - or him - that Blue was in love. She could make the announcement herself, thank you very much. The only question was when.

His hand in hers felt very warm, enough that Blue felt a craving to be closer. They each had their own sleeping bag, something that Maura had insisted upon (with a roll of her eyes heaven-high). Blue unzipped hers and quickly made the transfer through the cold air until she could wrap her arms around him inside his sleeping bag instead.

Her heart hammered, but there was something so right about this, about being close enough to press her lips to the back of his neck. These were her favourite kisses, the ones she didn’t have to think about at all. Just feel, over every inch of her body, an explosion of excitement, of sensation, that reminded her precisely of what she’d felt the very first time they’d visited Cabeswater. When she had realised: magic is real, and we can find it, touch it, make it our own.

She’d found it with him.

“Your feet are cold,” Gansey muttered out of the corner of his mouth.

“If only one could wear boat shoes to bed!” Blue snapped back. Well, really, here she was trying to be romantic. But with no further interruptions from him, her irritation died back down and she let her head rest in the crook of his shoulders. Her eyes closed, all sensation gone except for the warmth of his body, and his smell, that contrary to anything she could have thought the first time they had met ... whether she counted it as meeting his spirit, or meeting his unbearably pretentious President Cellphone persona ... frankly, she sooner would have believed she could end up with a spirit than President Cellphone Gansey... was the smell of home.

“Gansey ... by the way.... I love you”

She stifled her smile as he began to splutter awake, now feigning sleep herself. She needed nothing more than this, no grand gesture, even if it wasn’t befitting of a resurrected boy who still sometimes seemed like he had the power of an ancient king inside of him and the still-not-psychic but somehow magic tree girl who’d killed him with a kiss and then brought him back to life. But after all, she supposed part of the magic was that he already knew.

#blue [ muse ]#blue [ ft. gansey ]#clearly me trying to mimic mstief's style idk if i like this #ask memes

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werewolffeelings · 3 years

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First Lines

@cheeeryos tagged me for this, thank you so much lovely!!!

rules: list the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). see if there are any patterns. choose your favorite opening line. then tag 10 of your favorite authors!

so here’s the thing... i have several more stories, but most of them are uh. niche, let’s say 😅 So here are the Grand Total Of Two Entire Fics i have posted on this account, plus some WIP first lines which are subject to change eventually lol

i definitely seem to have a style with very little variance and i’m not remotely surprised by this lmfao

the cracked and the cared for

Adam hadn’t slept well.

two of cups

Adam sat in a patch of scraggly grass and clovers in the backyard of 300 Fox Way.

untitled WIP (college au??) ((this one is almost certainly going to change but this is what’s in the doc rn so here u go))

Gansey set down his pen, cleared his throat, and said “What do you think of Parrish?”

untitled WIP ghost hunters au

Adam Parrish is not a ghost hunter, but thanks to one Richard Campbell Gansey III, he finds himself taking a weekend off in late June, not to catch up on sleep like he so desperately needs, but to spend the weekend ghost hunting in his shitty hometown.

untitled WIP no-magic wedding au

Adam hated weddings.

you know, i managed to avoid run-on sentences for most of these, except for the one i like best lmfao. i’m fond of the ghost hunters au one. ONE DAY i hope to actually write that fic.......... or like, if someone could write it for me, that would be cool, too.

i’m really blanking on people to tag that have not already been tagged lol but @emmerrr @littlesystems @brawlite @zainclaw and anyone else that writes fic and has a desire to do this, i wanna see what you got!

#this was fun thank u friend #my writing #tag game

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ao3feed-thefoxholecourt · 4 years

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Ravens on the Foxes Court

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2Xoa6i4

by polkadotPotter

"I have a condition," he said finally, making Wymack look at him. "Two, actually."

"Name them."

"One, I get my own room. You don't get to ask why but you will respect it." Ronan wouldn't subject any of his teammates to a dream gone wrong should it occur. Blue seemed to understand his train of thought because her eyes widened, like maybe she'd forgotten about that part of Ronan and how it would affect his decision. "And two, I want you to recruit Adam Parrish and Richard Gansey."

The Gangsey gets recruited by The Foxes.

Words: 1384, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Raven Cycle - Maggie Stiefvater, All For The Game - Nora Sakavic

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Ronan Lynch, Adam Parrish, Neil Josten, Andrew Minyard, Henry Cheng, Richard Gansey III, Blue Sargent, Allison Reynolds (All For The Game), Renee Walker (All For The Game), Kevin Day, David Wymack, Matt Boyd, Danielle "Dan" Wilds, Aaron Minyard, Nicky Hemmick, Chainsaw (Raven Cycle)

Relationships: Ronan Lynch/Adam Parrish, Neil Josten/Andrew Minyard, Henry Cheng/Richard Gansey III/Blue Sargent, Allison Reynolds/Renee Walker (All For The Game)

Additional Tags: The Gangsey Plays Exy, Alternate Universe, Ronan Lynch-centric, Ronan Lynch & Blue Sargent Friendship, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2Xoa6i4

#ao3feed #fanfic #all for the game #the foxhole court #tfc fanfic

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emjenwrites · 5 years

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@ganseyweek Saturday, August 17: Wings/Crows/Seeking you out

Welcome to what might be one of the weirdest AUs in this fandom. I think this one might manage to actually stick to the prompt though, so that’s good.

Let the record show that it really frustrates me that we don’t know Mrs. Gansey’s first name.

Warnings: Blood, a lot of ignorant opinions about mental illness

The wings appeared three weeks after Richard Gansey III’s first death. Actually, that was not quite true. They probably started growing the moment he was resurrected, it just took them three weeks to first break the skin.

It was a very gruesome happening, worthy of a place in a horror movie. Gansey woke in the middle of the night in horrible pain. He got out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom attached to his room. When he pulled off his shirt he could see the outline of something dark beneath his skin. He only had time for a strangled gasp before huge, black wings ripped through the skin on his back, spraying blood all over him and the room.

When the first jet black feathers pushed through Gansey’s back slick with blood, Gansey almost screamed and ran for his parents. Three weeks before he probably would have, but in the weeks since his death things had changed. When he’d first come back to life and stumbled back to the party, skin still covered in welts from enough stings to kill someone who wasn’t allergic to hornets, Glendower was all he could talk about.

“A voice said that I was going to live because of Glendower,” he’d told his father over and over. “Who’s Glendower?”

“I don’t know, Dick,” Richard Gansey II had said, throwing a desperate pleading look over his shoulder to Gansey’s mother. Mrs. Gansey was in the middle of calling 911. Her voice was high with terror and her hands were shaking. That was the scariest thing about the whole situation. All other things aside, Mrs. Gansey was a politician as iron-spined as they came; Gansey had never seen her anything less than perfectly in control.

An ambulance rushed Gansey to the hospital, but there was nothing for the doctors to do. Richard Campbell Gansey III, ten years old and deathly allergic to all types of bees, had been stung hundreds of times and somehow he was still alive and mostly well. There was no explanation.

“It’s a miracle,” one of the nurses had told Gansey’s parents. “You should say prayers of thanks.” Mr. and Mrs. Gansey had just nodded; neither of them were particularly religious, though they went through the motions for the sake of Mrs. Gansey’s political career.

After all the tests there had been the therapist. Gansey had gone on an epic Googling spree while in the hospital so by this point he knew who Owen Glendower was--if reading his Wikipedia page could be calling knowing about him, something high-school aged Gansey would later doubt. He was more than happy to tell the therapist all about the voice and Glendower. “I need to find him,” he’d finished. “I need to ask him why he saved me.”

He’d expected the therapist to believe him, but instead the man had explained that when people almost died they sometimes saw things which weren’t actually there. “Glendower had nothing to do with what happened to you,” the therapist told Gansey in the sickly patronizing voice some people used on children. “It was just a hallucination. It wasn’t real.”

In much later--read as, college--years, when he finally did research on the diagnoses that therapist gave him, Gansey would know that the man had not been implying Gansey was crazy. The problem was that ten-year-old Gansey didn’t know that. He’d grown up around adults who talked about how mental illnesses were over-diagnosed, how mental healthcare was drugging up perfectly normal people instead of teaching them how to deal with their problems, and how ADHD had just been made up to medicialize elementary school kids who didn’t sit still in class. When one of Gansey’s sets of grandparents--Dick Gansey I and the grandmother he would later describe as “bald and racist”--found out Gansey was seeing a therapist they’d had an hour long argument with his parents. They thought he couldn’t hear, but he could and therefore knew that the argument contained gems like “I can’t believe you’re taking him to see a shrink like a lunatic! There’s nothing wrong with him!”

Suffice to say, at the age of ten, Gansey was convinced that the therapist was going to tell his parents that he was crazy and should be locked away. The wings only made it worse. No one believed him about Glendower so what if he told them about this and they didn’t believe him either? What if they couldn’t see the wings at all? Then they would know Gansey was crazy and that would be it.

No one could ever know about the wings, Gansey decided. He’d make sure no one found out and he’d make sure no one thought he’d be crazy. Then he’d be safe and everything would be okay.

At age ten Gansey had never kept a real secret from his parents. He had always been a good kid. The bookish sort of child who got described using words like “charming,” “precocious” and “gifted.” The less flattering descriptors, things like “eccentric,” “strange” and--on one memorable occasion which lead to Helen punching one of their great-uncles in the face-- “not all there” didn’t come along until he hit puberty. At the age of ten, Gansey was a perfect child, and perfect children did not hide things from their parents, but Gansey was going to do it anyway.

That night he scrubbed the bathroom from top to bottom with the cleaning supplies the maid kept under the sink until not a spot of blood remained. He got in the shower and washed the blood off himself too, using shampoo to clean the feathers of his new wings. He was briefly terrified that he would have to cut the wings off with a kitchen knife or something, but they folded neatly into his body in a way which shouldn’t have been possible, but made them invisible when he was wearing a shirt. When he and the room were clean, he bundled all the ruined clothes and towels and carpets up and snuck them out to the dumpster behind the house. That left the problem of how to replace all that stuff, but luckily Gansey knew where the housekeeper kept the key to the basement room where they kept spares of such things just for emergency. He knew that eventually someone would do inventory and realize things were missing, but hopefully that could be long after the garbage truck came and took the evidence away.

When everything was as back to normal as he could make it, he collapsed into his bed to snatch what minuscule amount of sleep he still could between the fast-approaching dawn and his nightmares. When he got up the next morning, he was tired but he lied and said that he had slept fine. When his mother asked how he was feeling he lied and said he was feeling good. When he went to the therapist, he lied and said that he’d realized the thing about Glendower was a hallucination, and lied and said anything else he thought might make the man happy. When he came home he kept lying. He lied and lied and lied, and got better and better at lying. He learned what he needed to say to keep people happy and not worrying about him, and he said them. He learned to be everything that he was supposed to be. He learned how to seem perfect again.

No one ever seemed to notice that it was all a lie.

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Monmouth Manufacturing was empty which meant it was time for a routine Gansey dreaded.

Actually, it could barely be called a routine because it happened so infrequently these days. There had been a time when Gansey had done this every night, but that had been a long time ago. Over the years, he’d begun to do it less and less. He’d always told himself it was because he was getting busier, or didn’t have the room, or because he had roommates who might see, but he knew it was really because he didn’t want to see them and he didn’t want to think about them.

The wings were still there, just as they had been since he was ten. Actually, they were bigger than they’d been before, having grown with him. Gansey had done a lot of reading on the subject and he knew that scientifically these wings were not anywhere near big enough to lift his weight, but they were also too big to fit as snuggly against his back as they did, so he was pretty sure the laws of physics didn’t apply to them.

Not that he would know, because he’d never tried to fly.

But that was not what the routine was for. The routine was necessary to make sure he was not discovered.

Gansey’s wingspan was too big for the bathroom in Monmouth, so when he needed to spread his wings he had to do it in the main room. However, he obviously had to make sure no one would walk in and see him when he did it, so he had to wait for those rare moments when no one was around and he knew they wouldn’t be back for some time. Today was one of those days. Ronan was out keeping Adam company at work, Blue was dog walking and Noah had already appeared today which with the way things were going meant he probably wouldn’t be back today. It was the perfect time.

Once Gansey was absolutely certain he was alone he made his way to his bed and stripped his polo shirt off. He knew that if he had a mirror, he’d be able to see the wings tucked impossibly tightly against his back. It had been years and he was still shocked that they were that easy to hide. The only way to make them really visible through clothes was to slouch, so Gansey simply didn’t slouch. As long as he did that and didn’t take his shirt off for anything, he was perfectly safe.

It had been weeks since the last time he had spread his wings and they’d long since gone numb from lack of motion. He started with the left one, opening it carefully mostly with his hands. His nose wrinkled in disgust at the sight of the extra appendage. When he’d first gotten them they’d been terrifying but beautiful and powerful. Now years of being closed firmly against his back for the vast majority of the time had ruined them. They were attrofied and dull-colored and over the last year or so most of the flight feathers had fallen out. They were hideous.

Logically, Gansey knew that keeping the wings closed all the time was not good for them and that if he’d just actually use them they would become stronger, the feathers would grow back and they’d be beautiful again, but he couldn’t. Even in a place as out of the way and special as Henrietta, a boy with raven wings would not go unnoticed. Recently he kept catching himself going back to the “cut the wings off with a bread knife” idea even though he knew he would bleed to death if he tried that.

He massaged the stiff joints of the wing until it loosened up enough for him to cautiously flap it. Back when he still had flight feathers, he had to be careful not to knock things over with the sheer force of the air displaced when he flapped, but that was much easier to avoid now. Several more feathers came loose and settled to the floor as he moved. He’d pick those up and throw them away when he was done, but now that Ronan had Chainsaw he didn’t have to be as careful because the other boy would just assume all random raven feathers were hers. The flight feathers were slightly more of a problem because they were so big, but there were so few of them left.

Once the wing was somewhat loosened up, he swung it forward and began checking the feathers, removing the dead ones and straightening the bent ones and making sure everything was as in order as possible. He hated the way they felt. He washed them as best he could whenever he showered, but they needed a thorough clean which was impossible in Monmouth’s tiny shower. A thorough clean would be difficult in his shower at his parents house these days. The feathers felt greasy and gross and sick.

Logically he knew things could not go on like this. He knew that things were only going to get worse if he didn’t make a change, but he didn’t. At this point, he reasoned, it didn’t matter anyway. He was going to be dead in a matter of months, probably before anything really horrible happened on this front.

When he moved on to the right wing, he found it in worse shape than the other. It was missing all the fight feathers accept for one damaged and twisted one. He tried to be as gentle with it as he could, but when he tried to straighten it out it came loose in his hand.

He stared down at the dead feather in his hand and suddenly and dramatically burst into tears. They were tears that had been building up slowly over the last few months as he grew closer and closer to the April 24th deadline for his second and real death, but they were also tears for the years of fear which had gotten him to this place. His wings should have been a joy, he would have loved to fly under his own power and he was sure he friends would have admired them in their healthy state, but it was too late. They were so ruined that the thought of showing them to anyone filled him with shame. He never wanted his friends to see the wings like this.

The worst part was that he knew that no matter what he did, they would see. Once he was dead he would not be able to keep any more secrets. His friends, and his parents and everyone else would know. He’d probably make at least the local news given how famous his mother was these days. Everyone would look at his body with it’s disgusting, atrophied wings and know was he really was: a ruined boy hiding behind a mask of normality. He hated it, but there was nothing to be done unless Ronan spontaneously dreamed something to keep someone from bleeding to death while they performed home amputation on their extra limbs. He was going to be found out.

His cell phone began to ring. Gansey lifted his head out of his comforter, unsure of how long he’d been lying face down on his bed crying. Embarrassed that he’d spent so long feeling sorry for himself when others had it far worse, Gansey snaked his arm across the bed and snatched up his phone. The Caller ID announced Blue’s name—Gansey had put the home phone at 300 Fox Way into his phone under her name. Gansey sat up and took a deep if slightly unsteady breath in an attempt to balance himself. His wings moved just a little and he folded them back into his body both so he didn’t have to see them out of the corners of his eyes and to feel more like the Gansey that Blue knew. When he felt he could wait no longer he answered the phone.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Gansey,” Blue said from the other side. She sounded like she was having a good day. Gansey squashed the jealousy which rose up inside him. “Are you busy this afternoon?”

“No,” Gansey said. He wasn’t quite done checking over his wings but given that he’d just spent some unknown amount of time sobbing because he’d lost a flight feather, he figured now was as good a time as any to stop. “Why are you asking? Aren’t you supposed to be out walking dogs?”

“Mrs. Boyle says that the pavement is too hot for Muffins’ delicate paws,” Blue snorted. “The pavement’s not hot at all, but I’ll take any excuse not to have to walk the Demon Dog. Anyway, I finished early; do you want to hang out?”

In spite of everything Gansey’s heart leaped at the idea of spending more time with Blue. The pain and fear that surrounded the wings faded away. If Blue came over he’d be able to forget all about them for a couple hours. “Yes, I do,” he said, hopefully not so quickly that he seemed desperate. “Ronan’s hanging out with Adam at work so it will just be the two of us.”

“Alright,” Blue said. It was impossible to tell from her tone of voice if she was excited by the idea of spending time alone with Gansey. Gansey hoped she was excited by the idea of spending time alone with him. “I’ll be right over.”

“I look forward to seeing you,” Gansey said. When they hung up he sat in the middle of the bed for a minute before forcing himself up and reaching for his polo shirt.

He had to make sure there was no trace of feathers by the time Blue arrived.

#ganseyweek #the raven cycle #trc fanfic #richard gansey iii #mine #tw blood #tw ignorance #I have no idea how to tw tag this

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frighthouseofalighthouse · 5 years

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I'M GONNA DO IT TO EM' ALL ASKS THAT YOU REBLOG TONIGHT TILL 10 AM TOMORROW.... DO THEM!!!!

Hey, you had to do it to ‘em! Here they are starting with the most recent.

“Weird asks that say a lot”

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?

Coffee mugs because you can use them for everything. Teacups are too small for a proper cuppa.

2. chocolate bars or lollipops?

Chocolate bars always.

3. bubblegum or cotton candy?

Bubblegum, which I miss so much. I haven’t had it in over 2 years bc of my braces

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

I didn’t go to public school but all the adults who dealt with me said I was sociable and tried to get everyone to do the group projects but no one listened so I ended up sitting alone reading and quietly doing the project.

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?

Glass BOTTLES make it taste superior.

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?

Pastel boho preppy goth best describes my style.

7. earbuds or headphones?

Earbuds, but only rubber tipped ones. The plastic ones never fit in my ears. Also headphones never cover my whole ear right. :/

8. movies or tv shows?

TV shows keep my attention span better.

9. favorite smell in the summer?

Brewing thunderstorms.

10. game you were best at in p.e.?

None. But trampoline if I had to pick.

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day?

Scrambled eggs, peanut butter toast, and some kind of fruit.

12. name of your favorite playlist?

My main one is Things You Love. My one for writing is Queen And Country, and my other two favorites are Summer Songs and A Queen Knows How To Fight A War.

13. lanyard or key ring?

Key ring, lanyards get in the way.

14. favorite non-chocolate candy?

Swedish Fish or Sour Patch Kids.

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?

OH MAN. To Kill A Mockingbird, The Great Gatsby, Fahrenheit 451, The Grapes Of Wrath, and The Handmaid’s Tale were definitely my top 5 in English class.

16. most comfortable position to sit in?

Curled up sideways in an armchair with my legs slung over the arm. Sitting normally sucks.

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?

Either pair of my black boots, or my pink floral Skechers that I wear to work.

18. ideal weather?

60 degrees, cloudy, windy, with a chance of rain.

19. sleeping position?

On my right side, arms around a fluffy pillow, one leg out straight and the other drawn up with my knee to my chest.

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?

Laptop. I’m trying to exercise my hand and wrist so I don’t tire as quick of notebook writing, though.

21. obsession from childhood?

History, Nancy Drew books, Harry Potter, and ghost stories.

22. role model?

The person I am but don’t think I am.

23. strange habits?

Pulling my shirt collar up over my nose and mouth/putting it in my mouth and chewing on it.

24. favorite crystal?

Amethyst, my birthstone! Close second is blue goldstone. (Have you ever seen it? It looks like the universe. I have a worrystone made of blue goldstone and it’s one of my prized possessions.)

25. first song you remember hearing?

Something from church probably. Outside of church probably one of these: If I Had A Hammer // Peter, Paul and Mary, Puff The Magic Dragon // Peter, Paul and Mary, Scarborough Fair // Simon & Garfunkel, The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald // Gordon Lightfoot.

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?

Sit in the shade.

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?

Drink tea, read, and play either Pokemon or Nancy Drew and the Clue Benders Society on my 3DS.

28. five songs to describe you?

The Pines // Roses & Revolutions, I Am Here // Pink, Walk Me Home // Pink, Call Home // Heathers (not the musical), Traveler’s Song // Aviators

29. best way to bond with you?

Talk to me about history, crime, musicals, books, or tv shows

30. places that you find sacred?

Natural swamps. Libraries. Old, overgrown gardens. Anywhere historic. Pine forests at dusk. Anywhere under a clear night sky.

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?

A plaid shirt, black leggings, and black boots with dark neutral lipstick and a black choker.

32. top five favorite vines?

Fre she vocado, BENTLEY NOOOOO, uhhh I sure hope it does, the one of Lin Manuel-Miranda trying to brainstorm, and this bitch empty YEEt

33. most used phrase in your phone?

Idk how to find this out

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?

Idk if this is just a local thing here but WOW ITS NATURESTONE

35. average time you fall asleep?

12-1 nowadays.

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing?

I can haz cheezburger

37. suitcase or duffel bag?

Depends. Suitcase for things like my laptop that are better protected than in a duffel bag, but duffel bag otherwise because they’re easier to carry.

38. lemonade or tea?

TEAAAAA

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?

Both please

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?

My house? We had a safe word when we did math. It was “quokka.” If we got overwhelmed we’d say it and then stop and look at pictures of quokkas.

41. last person you texted?

My friend and coworker.

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?

Jacket pockets.

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?

Cardigan or hoodie

44. favorite scent for soap?

Lavender

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?

Fantasy. It takes me a bit to get into fantasy books usually, but sci-fi is hard to follow and superhero is mostly predictable.

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?

Fuzzy pants and a t shirt

47. favorite type of cheese?

Muenster, parmesan, or goat cheese

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?

Raspberry

49. what saying or quote do you live by?

“I have no country to fight for. My country is the earth, and I am a citizen of this world.” - Eugene V. Debs

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?

A weird local political ad a couple years back.

51. current stresses?

My recent breakup, an overnight shift I work on Wednesday night, and trying to find time to go out to a corn maze with my friend.

52. favorite font?

Baskerville or Georgia.

53. what is the current state of your hands?

Covered in small cuts and scrapes from work, nails picked short, black nail polish mostly peeled off.

54. what did you learn from your first job?

babysitting job: Kids suck never have more than one. Retail job: being on your fee it hardddd

55. favorite fairy tale?

Beauty and the Beast or Rapunzel

56. favorite tradition?

Looking at Halloween decorations

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?

Cutting, being manipulated by my dad, and letting other people make me believe I wasn’t good enough (still working on that one)

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

Writing, puzzle-solving, singing, and calligraphy

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?

“Oh shit waddup”

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?

One of those preppy gothic private school animes with a dark secret lurking around the corner

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?

Book: “Ignoring isn’t the same as ignorance. You have to work at it.” - The Handmaid’s Tale. Movie: “It’s not about deserve. It’s about what you believe. And I believe in love.” - Wonder Woman. TV Show: “I am the Bad Wolf. I create myself.” - Doctor Who.

62. seven characters you relate to?

Hermione Granger, Luna Lovegood, Remus Lupin, Richard Gansey III, Blue Sargent, Dean Winchester, Charlie Bradbury.

63. five songs that would play in your club?

Same five that I said describe me.

64. favorite website from your childhood?

Webkinz and the old American Girl site circa 2009.

65. any permanent scars?

One down my chest from heart surgery as a baby, lots from self harm on my arms/legs, some on my left knee from falling as a kid, and one on the back of my right heel from being pecked by a goose at the fair when I was 11.

66. favorite flower(s)?

Sunflowers, roses, and dahlias.

67. good luck charms?

Myself.

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?

Ranch anything.

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned?

Jellyfish have no brains and no heart.

70. left or right handed?

I’m third generation left handed!

71. least favorite pattern?

Vertical stripes.

72. worst subject?

Math.

73. favorite weird flavor combo?

Wendy’s fries and chocolate frosty.

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?

7. Usually I just ignore it because I have a “high pain tolerance” (which means I like to put myself through minor pains because I think I deserve it)

75. when did you lose your first tooth?

Age 5. I was trying to blow up an inflatable ball and it came out.

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?

ALL POTATOES EXCEPT POTATO SALAD

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?

Violets.

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?

Neither, both suck equally.

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo?

Never had a school id so I guess the license

80. earth tones or jewel tones?

Earth tones for me

81. fireflies or lightning bugs?

...They are literally the same thing

82. pc or console?

83. writing or drawing?

Writing. I absolutely cannot draw.

84. podcasts or talk radio?

Podcasts, talk radio is so obnoxious.

84. barbie or polly pocket?

Barbie. The clothes are easier to take on and off. I used to accidentally rip polly pocket clothes all the time.

85. fairy tales or mythology?

Mythology. I like it because it explains things, it’s creation stories, its origins. Fairy tales are just fantasies or cautionary tales.

86. cookies or cupcakes?

Cookies.

87. your greatest fear?

Rejection, drowning, and clowns.

88. your greatest wish?

To be a semi-successful author and historian.

89. who would you put before everyone else?

My mom.

90. luckiest mistake?

Not succeeding in killing myself!

91. boxes or bags?

Bags.

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?

Dim lamps if they have yellow bulbs. I hate white lights. And also fairy lights yes please.

93. nicknames?

Ellie, Ell, Little Lion, Lioness.

94. favorite season?

FALLLLL

95. favorite app on your phone?

Tumblr, Spotify, or Instagram.

96. desktop background?

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized?

98. favorite historical era?

Revolutionary War-era America or late Victorian England.

THIS GOT REALLY LONG AND I DONT WANNA HIT THE TEXT BLOCK LIMIT SO IMMA DO ALL THE HALLOWEEN ONES SEPARATELY, MAYBE IN THE MORNING.

#a series of essays anonymously published

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theraredreamer · 5 years

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First Lines

I was tagged by @dollopheadsandclotpoles. Thanks a bunches!

Post the first line of your last 10 published fics, then tag 10 people.

1) So This Is Love (The Raven Cycle, Adam x Gansey): They were pulling an all-nighter in the library the evening before finals when Gansey had sprung the subject out of thin air.

2) Down the Rabbit's Hole (The Raven Cycle, Adam x Ronan): When he looked back on that day, all those years ago, Adam could recall the strange series of events in perfect and vivid detail.

3) A Study of Living in Your Own Skin: A Presentation by Adam Parrish and Richard Gansey the III (The Raven Cycle, Adam x Gansey): Hate would be a strong word for Adam Parrish to use to describe his feelings for the overtly pretentious guy who sat in the front row in his world history class.

4) As The Time Flies (The Raven Cycle, Noah x Henry): Noah Czerny is dying.

5) I Am My Brother's Keeper (Harry Potter, Albus x Scorpius): As Albus writes his Muggle Studies essay in the Great Hall, a presence looms over him.

6) Anti-Valentine’s Confession (Harry Potter, Albus x Scorpius): Albus is exhausted when he retires to the Slytherin dormitory after a long day of watching couples snog nauseatingly in every corridor of the castle, and dodging owls swooping in and out with scented red and pink envelopes.

7) The Secret to Finding Happiness (The Raven Cycle, Noah x Henry): "I brought you something back," Henry expects no response from the John Doe lying there quietly on the hospital bed.

8) The Belief in Kindness and Miracles (The Raven Cycle, Adam x Ronan): Adam pauses and rereads the passage quietly to himself.

9) Kinder Memories (Harry Potter, Albus x Scorpius): As Albus lies awake in the darkness of the Slytherin dormitory, the first thing he observes is that he can no longer hear Scorpius’s faint, slow, and steady breathing.

10) Worth Staying (The Raven Cycle, Adam x Ronan): The force of his father’s blow sent him stumbling back against the wall before he sunk into the floor, disorientated and dizzy.

I’m tagging: @abradystrix, @coolkumquat, @simon-snow-is-a-hufflepuff, @andallwaswell-ish, @bounding-heart @torestoreamends, @accio-hogwarts-a-history

#my writing #hp #trc #pynch #scorbus #czeng #adansey

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ao3feed-trc · 5 years

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Not Always Like This

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2pXP9NF

by aurumdalseni (kyo_chan)

Declan heads to the Barns with some unusual news for Ronan, only to find that the subject of the news -- one Richard Gansey III -- is already there. And he's not the Gansey that Declan remembers.

Words: 1274, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Raven Cycle - Maggie Stiefvater

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Declan Lynch, Richard Gansey III, Ronan Lynch, Adam Parrish

Relationships: Ronan Lynch/Adam Parrish

Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, when a boy is part forest, and the friends who love him

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2pXP9NF

#ao3feed #fanfic #the raven cycle #trc

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imminences · 3 years

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TRC EDITS FOR THE SOUL. THE GANGSEY

in that moment, blue was a little in love with all of them. their magic. their quest. their awfulness and strangeness. her raven boys.

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toast-the-unknowing · 6 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Raven Cycle - Maggie Stiefvater Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ronan Lynch/Adam Parrish, Richard Gansey III & Adam Parrish Characters: Adam Parrish, Ronan Lynch, Richard Gansey III, Blue Sargent Additional Tags: Alternate Universe- No Supernatural, Neighbors, Lawyers, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Minor Richard Gansey III/Blue Sargent, Adam Parrish is alone-some, Author has a complicated relationship with the city of Los Angeles Summary:

Adam’s coworker is worried about his love life. Adam is more worried about his neighbor burning down his apartment.

Written for the delightful @lydia-st-james for Harvey-fanaid

#the raven cycle #my work #fanfic #fic #adam parrish #ronan lynch #adam/ronan #pynch

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thecorvidrotation · 6 years

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pareidoliarps replied to your post “I’ve had a “Gansey the librarian” post cooking at the back of my head...”

if gansey were a librarian he'd be like a specialty librarian that only appears when the Need Is Dire and even then he seems to phase out of a literal bookshelf, blinking and confused, wondering why he was summoned. as soon as his startled summoner stutters out what they're looking for, he grins and goes right this way! why do you need it? what are you studying? tell me all about it, that sounds fascinating!

Gansey DOES seem like a good fit for a special collections librarian, and definitely encompassing archives and conservation. He’d end up becoming an expert on the history of the collection itself and not just the subject material of the collection. Probably someplace fancy-looking like the Morgan, that seems like his vibe!

Or, watch Gansey end up becoming a librarian for the Freemasons like one of my classmates did. Gansey the secret society librarian. Richard Campbell Gansey III, librarian for the Knights Templar.

#pareidoliarps #replies #ganseyboy #text #my post #library cycle

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missjanedoeeyes-blog · 7 years

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ok ronan lusting after chubby gansey tho? the way he talks about him in dream thieves and how he's so hot when he's rumpled and grease-stained and tousled. ronan would probably like how pampered he looks. how he looks like ronan could just sink his hands into him and grab a handful. he just wants to put things in gansey's mouth and watch him eat them, watch that pretty mouth work, watch his throat move when he swallows.

Friend, I feel like I should apologize for this, because I wanted to write something trashy but I am STILL BESIEGED BY FEELINGS and so whenever I try to think garbage thoughts about The Raven Cycle I just end up ruining the garbage with emotions.

So look, I fucking love this ask and I’ve enjoyed thinking about it all morning but this is what came out when I sat down to write it.

Most of the time, the Pig is full – Adam and Blue in thebackseat, Noah piling in when he feels up to it. It’s crowded and intimate, all of them shovedinto close proximity, the Camaro’s engine rumbling all around them. It feels safe.

There are times, though, when it’s just Ronan andGansey. Evenings when Adam and Blue areworking, when Noah can’t muster up the energy to make an appearance. On those days, the Pig should seem larger,more spacious—but it doesn’t. On those days,it seems smaller than ever. Ganseyrelaxes behind the steering wheel, thighs spread, hand resting lazily on thegearshift, and Ronan leans back in the passenger’s seat, tilts his head backand almost-but-not-quite shuts his eyes. He knows Gansey thinks it’s an affectation, sprawling back, crossing hisarms, shuttering his eyes. Ronan being Ronan,too cool for anything.

It’s not that, though. It’s that it’s almost too much, being next to Richard Gansey III in thisconfined space. It’s that it’soverwhelming, being seated next to Gansey when Gansey is completely at ease,piloting the Pig down dusty backroads, the smell of mint leaves and hisexpensive herbal shampoo blending with the cheap and deep fried scent of fastfood that Gansey rests on his thick thighs while he drives. Bacon cheeseburgers, eaten in large efficientbites. Grease-spotted cardboard cartonsof French fries plucked out one by one to disappear between his pretty,straight lips. Vanilla milkshakes inwax-coated paper cups, so thick that Gansey’s full, soft cheeks hollow when hepulls on the straw.

Tonight is one of those nights. Gansey has a twenty piece box of chickennuggets open on his lap, and he eats them casually, tossing them into his mouthwhile he holds court on the subject of Welsh kings, of ley lines, of energy andmagic and possibility. It’s all so indulgent, really – the food and the gas-guzzling Camaro andthe search for a long-dead Welsh king who absolutely should not be in WestVirginia. It’s all so spoiled.

Gansey’s soft, too, softer than he’s everbeen before. His arms and shouldersstill carry the pretty musculature of his time on the rowing team, but histhighs are soft, his belly softer, and even the fine, expensive weave of hispolo can’t disguise the way a thick roll of fat folds over the top of hiskhakis. They’re getting too tight; Ronannotices these things every time he looks at Gansey. It’s worse when they’re alone. It’s nearly excruciating when they’re alonelike this, when Gansey’s eating and talking and utterly relaxed.

“Here,” Ronan says when Gansey pops the last nugget into hismouth, handing over a mostly untouched order of French fries. He barely looks in Gansey’s direction when heholds them out.

“You’re not hungry?”

Ronan glares at him from under his lashes. “If I was I wouldn’t be offering them to you.”

Gansey rolls his eyes and lets Ronan press the carton offries into his hand, taking them with the easy acceptance of a boy who’s alwayshad things handed to him. An indulgedchild. A spoiled prince. An honored king.

Sometimes, when Ronan allows himself the privilege ofdaydreaming, he imagines what it might be like not just to pass Gansey a greasycarton of fries but to feed him by hand. It’s a secret, shameful thought, even for a boy like Ronan, whose entirehead is a tangle of secret, shameful thoughts.

If he did feed Gansey, it wouldn’t be fast food fries andlumpy chicken nuggets. It wouldn’t bethe shit Gansey grew up eating, either, pastry puffs and bruschetta andperfectly aged cheese on artisan crackers. It would be dream food, things Ronan made himself and brought back,fantastic and perfectly formed and tinged with magic. Carefully selected and brought to Gansey’saristocratic lips, pushed into his pretty mouth, over and over until thebuttery soft rolls of his tummy rounded out, firm and taut under Ronan’shand.

“Don’t fall asleep,” Gansey commands now, reaching over andshoving Ronan’s thigh lightly.

Ronan has never been more awake. “Why, afraid I’ll dream something?” Ronanasks, his eyes still narrowed to a squint, head still tipped backcarelessly.

“No,” Gansey says after he politely swallows a mouthful offries. “I’d just prefer your company.”

Ronan shifts minutely forward and lift his lashes, as unableto resist a directive from Gansey as the rest of the world.

“That’s better,” Gansey says pleasantly, guiding the Pig upinto the mountains.

#anon asks #chubby raven boys #chubby gansey #please send me all your chubby raven headcanons and shout at me about it #i promise i won't always write such emo kink #i just have to still recover from that fucking series i swear #but anyway #gansey is fucking chubby and that's just Facts #soft privileged boy king of my heart #TRC #ronan lynch #gansey #Gansey x Ronan

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wolfishclothes-blog · 5 years

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Was that GREGG SULKIN? Oh no no, that was just RICHARD CAMPBELL GANSEY III, a CANON CHARACTER from THE RAVEN CYCLE. They are TWENTY years old and ARE aware that they are not actually from Washington DC. Too bad they can’t stray from this city for long.

how long has your character been here?

about a year, at this point.

what is your character's job?

he’s mostly unemployed, though she’s still working on some things.

where has your character been pulled from in their fandom?

I picture it being during the first half of The Raven Boys, but that’s subject to change, if it makes more sense for everyone else from trc! might mess around and make him post-trk actually, i’m about to reread (and, admittedly, read the last bit of trk for the first time bc i was devastated when my friend told me he really had died, sorry.

has any magic affected your character

The whole not being able to leave or risking his friends being hurt thing has him a little affected, I’d say.

and any other information you might find useful for us and the other members to know!!

i’ll be editing this eventually, probably, but there’s nothing right now.

#hw: intro #( gansey ♔ intro )#might change his fc but chase will do for now

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exploranora · 7 years

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@nikadd tagged me in this so here i go

if you were able to travel the world, where would you go first? hawaii first probably and then the dream is backpacking through central/south america

do you prefer driving or being the passenger? passenger 100% cause the view is nice, you can pick the music, don't have to worry about being distracted, and you can sleep whenever you want

what is your dream job? why? i have like 8 jobs i want to have but rn it's a really cool teacher that works with communities in need (alternatively, space. space is cool)

do you have a favorite or go-to outfit? i have a pair of really cute pants and a goofy crop top which look a+ and the dress w/oversized sweater is also a look

what would amortentia smell like to you? vanilla, pine, and salt

what web browser do you prefer? chrome

tell me about your dream house. comfy places to curl up and chill, lots of plants.

do you have any pets? what are their names? no:(

describe your ideal date (platonic or romantic). something outdoorsey like canoeing or stargazing

what is your favorite quality in a person? least favorite? favorite: people who look out for other people, least favorite: people who act superior

do you have any hobbies? what are they? I play the piano and go hiking a lot

Fave book series? oh man. the chronicles of narnia probably cause the lion the witch and the wardrobe was the first book i read.

Fave name? alexander or marie

Most recently watched movie and your opinion on it? time to choose which made me sad bc of the whole earth is dying thing but was a really well made movie

Most recently added song to your playlist? hooked on a feeling

Fave/best meme? i like the who is she meme and all wholesome memes

Weird fact/story you read or heard of? buzzfeed says you will walk by 16 murderers in your lifetime

A memory that makes you feel good? driving back from a party and i had to sit in the trunk bc there weren't any seats open

A quote. Any quote. "if you have a garden and a library, you have everything you need"

Preferred subject or topic in school/uni? chemistry!

Preferred hair color? i don't really have one everybody's cute

Something you are looking forward to in the near future? starting my summer job in two weeks

beach or mountains? ahhhhh. mountains, probably, but i feel guilty cause i live right near a beach which is also really pretty but i don't love crowds.

space or ocean? both????

what’s your worst nervous habit? picking my lip

who’s one of your best friends and why do you love them? probably @magbeth cause we've known each other for a really long time and she's p chill i guess.

your ideal sandwich? grilled ham and cheese

pick one song you like for the lyrics and one you like for the music. lyrics: so in love with you. music: woods by bon iver

name a few people/places/things that inspire you. camp, the ocean, my friends case they are all wonderful people

think of a person you haven’t talked to in a long time. write something you wish you could say to them. sorry i'm so bad at communicating lol what's good dude?

what’s something that always makes you laugh? the school band played hooked on a feeling and the guys did the chanting and the clarinet played the melody it was hysterical

everyone has that one food place from their hometown that is nowhere else and it is to die for. what’s yours? frappes i guess? that's not really specific to my town but there are lots of good frappe places in my area.

what’s the video game you’ve probably logged the most hours on? fallen london maybe or dragon quest.

silk or velvet? silk

lace or leather? ah another tough call leather probably

gold or silver? silver

favorite season of the year? summer

list 5 fictional characters who you identify with. hermonine, susan pensive, richard gansey iii, nick carroway, and i wish i was as cool as arya stark

list 5 fictional characters whom you would 100% date. no thanks dating is weird

who is your favorite superhero? quicksilver

what is your favorite number and why? 3 bc i was born on 3/23 at 6:23 and the 3s were the first times table i memorized

what is the name of the song that reminds you of the better times? can't stop the feeling

what is the name of the song that reminds you of someone you love? (platonically and/or romantically) mystery by the indigo girls

what movie do you not get tired of watching over and over again? mamma mia tbh

if you were to direct a film adaptation of any book, what book would it be and would you change anything in your adaptation? stone butch blues and no way

my 11 questions are: 1. hot food or cold food? 2. does all water taste the same? if not, where is your favorite water from? 3. do you think you could be a vegetarian? 4. pink lemonade or yellow lemonade? 5. what's a tradition you have with your family/friends? 6. where was your first job? 7. do you like walking places? 8. favorite author? 9. if you had $1 million and you had to spend it on yourself, what would you buy? 10. are you the big or little spoon? 11. when was the last time you looked at the stars?

I tag @magbeth (haha now you have two to do), @roonaldmackwazlib, @wadnerlust, @mere-peripheral, and @perfumeofpaperandmagic

#apabaea #me #personal #ask games

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