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its-moopoint · 11 months
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Spot the lies and imagine what they would have done with a wedding or domestic photo of C&T after seeing what they said and manipped since the day they decided to ship SC.
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If Caitriona put one photo of the happy family, she, Tony and the child, it would have put the end point, and part of the fans raised the white flag. But she doesn't !! Why does she not want to close this topic forever?!! 
odessa-2
Or even just a photo of her and Tony doing something domestic...a holiday snap, lounging on the sofa.....Just one photo. Even if its just his sideburns in the background. Nothing. Ever. That is not privacy. It's secrecy and deception. She's posted pics of her mum, dad, siblings, her cat, Sam but somehow Mr shy doesn't make the cut.
nanny-61
When I saw the photograph of Sam comforting Caitriona at her fathers funeral in the front row, it just confirmed everything we have thought from the beginning
nandan11
The only time T shows up in public is during promo.
shoutlandish 
IMO, she (they) have not been pushing the narrative much lately, so let’s avoid upset and let sleeping dogs lie by not challenging the narrative. We know the truth, so there’s no need to ask for proof that will never come.
tatili 
Photos with Cait's husband we have seen many, I mean with her real husband Sam, we are only missing the family photo of the Heughans because with what happened at the funeral the narrative definitely went down the drain.
ready4newyear 
Yep, same with never saying "my husband Tony".  That or the pic as mentioned would help end speculation but it doesn't happen.
outlander169 
The closest I 've seen is the video of the IFTA award she received. She stood up, kissed Tony and thanked him in her speech. I wanted to hurl thinking how must Sam feel with this pushed narrative. AND. She didn't say "husband" Tony. Just Tony.
wildfernflower 
@outlander169 She stood up and gave him a kiss that lasted a split second, and immediately ran onto the stage. That kiss was so quick and weird that it's hard to tell if she really kissed him, or just pretended her lips touched his face. That kiss was for show, not real and sincere, she made it as short and quick as possible and rushed onto the stage with relief. She must have felt uncomfortable pretending so clumsily to be intimate with him, because she never did it again afterwards. If I'm not wrong, she thanked him in her speech but she mentioned his name together with the names of her team members, not as if he was personally important to her.
pippa20191
She could stop it with one photo. And she doesn’t. That says it all to me.
They ask for things they don't want. Whenever they get pictures of Tait they claim that's staged or a manip or they refuse to say it's Tony or they hide the pictures.
When C mentions T as her husband and states Rolando has known her husband since they started dating she's saying Rolando is a whole different separate person from her husband, but they do take this and choose to manipulate to keep their lie.
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Digi Week 2022
Day 1 - First Day
Here in Germany we have the tradition of giving children who have their first day at school Zuckertüten - a cardboard cone filled with candy, some toys, plushies, and school supplies (I had a badminton bat in mine, the rest of the set I got after the ceremony at school). You can buy a big variety of prints (unfortunately many of them gendered) but of course you can also get creative to gift your kid a truly unique piece. I had a Barbie-themed cone for my first day at school, though in hindsight a Digimon one would have been way cooler. So with the limited photo manip skills that I have, I created one for me to indulge.
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Zuckertüten headcanons for the Digidestined
Taichi - dinosaur print with something football related on top (maybe he needed new shoes or shin pads)
Hikari - lots of cute dogs and cats on her cone and a kitty plush with a bowtie around the neck on top (gave her the idea to put a bowtie around their real-life cat. The cat was not amused.)
Yamato - A print with notes and guitars and the from then on omnipresent harmonica on top
Takeru - Teddy bear print and teddy bear plushie (he was really into bears. Went to school with his teddy bear for the first weeks or so until he was too “mature” for it. But he still has it somewhere, even as an adult.)
Sora - flowery print and a doll (even though she had pleaded for new football gear)
Mimi - Barbie print alright and a huge Barbie house (though only the Barbie and Ken fitted into the cone). Needless to say she was delighted.
Koushirou - stylized scientific symbols (bubbling Erlenmeyer flasks, the equation of the relativity theory etc.) and a chemistry set on top. At the age of six he was still much into tangible sciences, only later did computer science pique his curiosity.
Jou - A fairly neutral cone with wild animals printed on it - but a medical game added on top: Operation by Hasbro (in Germany known as Doktor Bibber [”doctor jitter”, not much to do with a drunkward], which I think is the more fun name)
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asirensrage · 1 year
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I posted 6,726 times in 2022
That's 4,168 more posts than 2021!
1,793 posts created (27%)
4,933 posts reblogged (73%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
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@chickensarentcheap
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I tagged 5,832 of my posts in 2022
Only 13% of my posts had no tags
#lol - 1,218 posts
#other people's ocs - 935 posts
#other people's manips - 480 posts
#asks - 436 posts
#other people's stories - 345 posts
#anon - 234 posts
#my asks answered - 232 posts
#darth caillic - 194 posts
#stop being a dick - 193 posts
#thanks for asking! - 161 posts
Longest Tag: 133 characters
#add in the issues i have were the gov wants me to pay them another 1000 despite the fact my notice only says 1 (which i already paid)
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
Of course, I want to write! That's why I'm reading a different fic, looking up how to peel tomatoes for dinner, blasting music and playing with my dog while considering having a nap. I'm totally not procrastinating....
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Wrong Number - Dark!Billy Russo Oneshot
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Title: Wrong Number Rating: M Fandom: The Punisher Warnings: Dark!Billy. Stalking. Breaking in. Kidnapping. Summary: When the burner phone rings, Billy expects another job for Rawlins. What he gets is someone calling the wrong number and Billy wants to know who.
Notes: Please READ THE WARNINGS. Happy Friday the 13th! This came to being today when @vixenofcourse and I were talking while at work about having to phone people and calling the wrong number. This was quickly developed to be done to celebrate today lol. I hope you enjoy it.
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The Choice
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Title: The Choice Fandom: MCU Rating: M Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader Word count: 1891 Warnings: serial killer!Steve, choking, violence, use of a knife, threats, swearing, implied kidnapping, dark fic! (don't worry, the cat lives)
Summary: Based on the scary story prompts from @darkpromptsyouneveraskedfor. Prompts include: 11) "You're so pretty when you sleep, so peaceful." and 18) 'After a horror marathon, you check under the bed only to find out that you should've looked sooner.'
Horror prompts masterlist
Notes: This is a dark fic. It's violent. There's no redemption in this. The reader is not described in size and/or looks (but does mention wearing a bra). I don't usually write reader fics but this is how this one turned out.
Heed the warnings.
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My #1 post of 2022
Me: Your Honour, I love him.
Judge:...
Judge: He killed people.
Me: Yeah. It was hot and he should do it again.
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drgrlfriend · 1 year
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How Soon Is Now?
The second author I was fortunate enough to make art for in the @winterhawk-olympic-bang is the amazing Banashee. Mind the tags!
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[ID: A photoset surrounding the title words "How Soon Is Now?". In the top left is Garrett Hedlund at Clint Barton, looking upset. In clockwise order are shown a man's hands bound with rope, a yellow dog snuggling with a white cat, Bucky with medium-length hair looking solemn, a closeup of two men snuggling, and a spilled bottle of pills.] Credit to MumOnRum on Twitter for the long-hair Bucky photo manip!
How Soon Is Now? by Banashee
Summary:
As rocky as the start of their rivalry turned friendship is, Bucky and Clint part in a friendly way after they have fought the red room. Their time apart never lasts long though, and they slowly but surely grow closer to one another. The lines between friendship and developing crushes start to blur quickly, but neither of them talks about it.
But then, Clint is missing and Bucky is concerned, so he heads out on a rescue mission. As it turns out, Clint’s past has caught up with him, in the form of Swordsman, his former mentor and tormentor in the circus.
The aftermath of all of this is messy, not only because Clint is struggling with old and new trauma, but Bucky has nightmares, trauma and bad days of his own to deal with. Neither of the two of them are quite ready to talk yet. But they are now closer than ever, and their ever developing, romantic feelings for one another are a whole different situation to deal with on top of everything else.
It isn't until it's almost too late, that the two of them finally start having that long-overdue conversation...
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musette22 · 4 years
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Evanstan headcanon question: we know Seb loves all animals but only grew up with a cat, and doesn't have much dog experience. What do you think the process of him adjusting to Dodger was like? Were they wary of each other at first? Or did Dodger take to him so quickly Chris got a little jealous (of both of them)? Were they both nervous and anxious around each other to the extent that it made Chris nervous, until one day he comes home to find them fast asleep, cuddling on the living room floor?
Owwweee, I just love thinking about Dodger and Sebastian together so much 🥺 I think it depends on the timeline of when we’re thinking they got together? Because one of Sebastian’s ex-girlfriends did have a dog that Sebastian was seen with quite frequently, but yeah, other than that I don’t know how much experience with dogs he has... But in this video, he explains that while he grew up with cats, these days he’s got allergies and he leans more towards dogs, so I think he’s become a dog guy at some point 😉 I love all your theories for how they got used to each other, though!! That last one, aaahh my heart! I kind of feel like Dodger is so friendly that he probably took to Seb right away and vice versa, and probably sleeping in between them in Chris’s bed occasionally helped with the bonding too, lol. I answered an ask about that here that you might enjoy, and also here’s an amazing manip by @riricitaa of Seb and Dodger 🥺 Evanstanners love thinking about these things, clearly! <3
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bellamyblake · 3 years
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Hi Iva! First of all I would like to say - thank you for loving Bellamy so much, it means so much to me to read your posts and feel the same love I have for him. The way I wholheartedly with your every word... about his tragic life, his immense love, everything. On the other hand, you must hurt a lot judging by myself - I honestly cannot stop crying multiple times a day. I do not know how to make the pain stop. I dont know how much more I can handle, its not getting better but actually worse p1
P2 when I think about in details about his life like you did – his life had no happy beginning, or middle, and certainly not the end. Maybe only as a baby boy before O was born. I don’t know how to deal with the fact the character that I genuinely believe had it the worst ended up with the worst possible ending as a reward for honestly trying to do better. Like if he at least experienced love and understanding from O or SOMETHING… but she never got to tell him sorry for beating him up,
P3 that now she understands what he did for her… I am gonna go crazy over this, honestly. I wanna stop crying and enjoy fanfiction with much better ending for him. Where should I find solace? Was his death at least quick, maybe he did not have time to think about what happened? Is there an afterlife where Aurora waited for him? Was that what I can hope for when Aurora was NEVER explained, she was not an alien so what was she? But he also sow Cadogan in the same scene and he was alive then?
P4 Should I watch 5x13 on loop to get in my head this was the ending? Should I teach myself to edit and do some manip for the ending? My only way of coping is seeing other people, blogs like yours that love him just as much. But I keep crying and feeling utterly miserable ☹I am 27 I never spend so much time loving any character (fun fact, It must be around 3 500 hours for me reading ff, watching the show and fan edits and tumblr posts). I know Bellamy will always and forever be the one beloved
P5 one beloved character of mine and no one will ever come close. Bellarke, the same – they were my OTP. The only one. I need to do something about this cause I am loosing my damn mind… I could handle almost anything, I would cry, yes, but I was absolutely sure of one thing - no matter their ending, sad or happy, in some sense they would do it together… and we got THAT. Does anything help you? I am so sorry for dumping this on you but reading your posts - its like hearing my soul.
Hello!
First of all thank you for the kind words and for enjoying my blog so much. 
I really do love Bellamy Blake a whole damn LOT. Like a damn LOT hah. I think that’s pretty obvious by the posts I make even if they’re not as many lately because I’m mentally not doing well right now. But that same love you feel, I feel it too and I’m glad I’m not alone in this.
I also get angry too and I cry a lot still about the way things ended. I also have not spent that much time in my life invested in a fictional character before so this is a lot for me as well and I get how you feel.
You asked me if something helps and for me it helps a lot to write you know? Be it meta or fanfiction, I indulge myself a lot in writing. 
It’s funny that even when I write fics I don’t write happy fics, you’d think that I’d make him absolutely happy in what I write but I don’t. But indulging yourself in a world of your creation with this character helps a lot. And it’s fun too, to do this, to build a world for him, a different one-be it with Clarke or with a family of his own or Idk just with anyone. Giving him love that he never had and joy he never felt. I think that helps me a lot and it helps me forget how he died and how much it hurts (I wanna say that even typing this makes me cry hah, so...).
I also like to rewatch some episodes that were more about him as a character and then meta in my head. That usually gets me sad too but it’s also exciting to think about some of the stuff that happened and dive in the psychologity of his character (which I do a lot) LOL. But that’s mostly painful. I don’t get many asks about him and meta stuff so I mostly do it in my head on my own and dive into the world of direction and how things were done and love making sense of them. 
Headcanons are something I love doing too though I haven’t written (or posted) much lately. In fact I haven’t posted anything lately because Idk...I’m not sure that sharing everything you create is good these days. people got so judgemental over time, the way actors and cast are threated is horrible but it extends to the entire fandom and its participants so it’s ugly and dark and horrible and I think stops a lot of people from posting gifs or fics or anything at all. But that’s another subject.
So yes writing helps me a lot. Reading fics helps me a lot. I’m not sure what the recipe is here because honestly I am in the same boat as you. I love this character more than anything and any other that I’ve loved and been in a fandom before so...this is hard for me too. And it’s fucked up. 
I also love making gifs for him though I don’t make anything good or special. Gifs I think can be lots of fun but also pain too-fun cause when you go to gif a moment you can rewatch half the episode (at least I do) and sad cause it can bring you some pain but at the end giffing is really Idk..rewarding. Except when people don’t reblog shit so that’s discouraging too hah.
I’m sorry I don’t mean to be a debbie downer.
To tell you the truth after years of being on here and in fandoms I realized this-I can create to soothe my soul from the pain, like from losing Bellamy but I don’t have to seek validation from people and post it. I can do it just to heal myself and not share it. When you share it what? You just get disappointed. That’s why I have 230 drafts. Half of them are unpublished headcanons. some of them are published fics with few readers or readers who yelled at me for writing sad stuff. the other half is stories i’ll never post. So I guess my advice is-
find something to get your hands on, to create, be it editing, giffing, writing, something to let the grief out, to soothe the wound inside you. and then you can decide if you want to share it or not. and even if you don’t it was inspired by the best character ever. 
He was loved, he deserved more, he did. But you can create worlds where he has more.
He can be held by his mom as a baby, he can be tucked in, he can be climbing up her leg and reaching for her arms, he can be cranky when he had his first tooth, or sad when he had to go to day care, he can be scared before his first exam and anxious as he grew up. He can be having nightmares and not sleeping when O was born, he can be terrified and feeling alone. He can have friends and be hugged and loved and have a first kiss, he can live in a house by the ocean with clarke with two beautiful kids and a dog and a cat for her cause she loves cats. Or he can be alone curled up in his bed just crying his grief away.
He can be anything that you wished for him, anywhere you wished for. 
Hope I helped some! 
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brolinskeep · 4 years
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i got tagged :D
i havent replied to any of these in ages, so ive been collecting them since the beginning of 2020 and now i finally got some time to actually answer them wohooo! thx to all you lovely souls for thinking of me here 🥰
im tagging some mutuals here, id love to know what you guys are up to but no pressure. if you find some get-to-me’s here without me haunting your ass, have at it please ;)
tagging: @tsundereslasher, @xrosheen, @ivaleelovesmerlin, @tracionn, @xancredible27, @lao-pendragon​, @katiemcgrath​, @maryluis​, @ofkingsandlionhearts​, @misssnowfoxx​
@elveatas
Rules: list 5 OTPs from 5 fandoms, then tag 10 people to pass it on.
1. Merlin/Arthur 2. Derek/Stiles 3. Thor/Loki 4. Viktor/Yuri 5. Lucifer/Chloe Decker
@dumbhotbitchknightgwaine
5 favorite Male Characters
Arthur Pendragon
Merlin
Derek Hale
Jake Peralta
Cloud Strife (this is a new one for me, but he’s a walking, not-so-much talking deadpan disaster its adorable!)
@elirwen
Love Yourself Challenge
Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 5 favourite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc. ) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world. Tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!
since starting my new job/studies last august, i was like zero productive manip-wise (i got a couple of things id love to do as soon as i got some time to breathe tho), so it wasnt that hard to pick five xD
Honeymoon Impressions (A Selfie Remix) for Clea2011
the maestro and his muse
Take my hand for @arthur-of-the-pendragons‘s kiss fest
the gentle lads tour
It’s In Our Nature To Complicate by DarkWolfMoon / @roguishredaxion much more her work than mine but i made some stuff her amazing fic
@elirwen, @hunterswarlock and @deanwinchesterisadorable
Rules: spell out your url using song titles. then tag as many people as there are letters in your url
never ever did i regret having such a long url as i do right now xD
B Beautiful Domino by One Direction VS Jessie J (Sound-Of-Faz Mash Up)
R Radioactive by Imagine Dragons
O Omnis Mundi Creatur by Helium Vola
L Long Live by Taylor Swift
I Immigrant Song by Led Zeppelin
N New Devide by Linkin Park
S Schrei nach Liebe by Die Ärzte
K Knights of Caledonia by Muse
E Endless Appetite by Steve Barton (Tanz der Vampire US Promo)
E Engel by Rammstein
P The Parting Glas by Peter Hollens, The Hound + The Fox
@reyy-is-bae
rules!! only using song titles from one artist/band, cleverly answer the questions and tag 10 people
Artist: van Canto
Gender: I am human
Feeling: Holding Out for a Hero
Go Anywhere: Take to the Sky
Best Friend: Wishmaster
Time of Day: Starlight
Life As TV Show: Pathfinder
Relationship Status: She's alive
@dumbhotbitchknightgwaine
Quarantine Tag
Rules: the last photo of a celebrity that you saved to your phone is your current quarantine buddy and then tag ten people
so i had to go wayyyyyy back cos i like never save celeb pics on my phone (thats what my 1tb harddrive is for xD), but at last, i cant complain
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@thatgaywizardoverthere
Coffee or tea | early bird or night owl | chocolate or vanilla | spring or fall | silver or gold | pop or alternative | freckles or dimples | snakes or sharks | mountains or fields | thunder or lightning | Egyptian mythology or Greek mythology | ivory or scarlet | flute or lyre | opal or diamond | butterflies or honeybees BOTH | macarons or eclairs | typewritten or handwritten | secret garden or secret library | rooftop or balcony | spicy or mild | opera or ballet | London or Paris | Van Gogh or Monet (Berthe Morisot) | denim or leather | potions or spells | ocean or desert | mermaids or sirens | masquerade ball or cocktail party
@merlinshutup & @spiritofcamelot
Get to know me tag
Rules: tag 9 people you’d like to know better
Favourite colour: red
Top 3 ships: Merthur Sterek Thorki
Lipstick or chapstick: lip balm
Last song: Show yourself from Frozen 2
Last movie: Birds of Prey
Currently reading: Actions Speak Louder than Words by @isthatbloodonhisshirt this monster is longer than ‘gone with the wind’ and also so much better!!
Last videogame: if we're counting i-got-some-time-to-waste mobile games: Harry Potter Hogwarts Msystery if we're talking full blown pc/consol games: Assassin's Creed Odyssey last game i wish i was playing but experiencing by binging a yt play through: FFVII REMAKE
Cats, dogs, or…? love both but i've had dogs around since i was a child, so im more at ease with dogs :)
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purplesurveys · 4 years
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How are you today? I’m doing okay. My classmates in my least favorite class, Newspaper Layout and Design, have been a big pain in my ass and I’ve been carrying the entire class on my back because no one has the initiative to start giving a fuck about the requirements (I’d want to not give a fuck either, but someone has to and I’m probably the most grade-conscious person in that class) – but it’s a Friday and I’m having amazing coffee right now so it balances out. Do you have mean comments that replay in your head and haunt you? Not really. Some days I’ll remember the one hate comment I got on my ask.fm which led me to delete my account altogether, but it doesn’t bother me because I kinda proved that person wrong eventually.
For context, they told me I should stop wishing to be in UP so bad and to actually pass the entrance exam first before I’m allowed to talk about how much the university means to me. Joke’s on them – I passed the UPCAT not long after. Doesn’t mean I’d forgot the demotivating message, though.
^If so, do you know why that is? I always want to please people and thrive on compliments, so I’m bound to remember every single bad thing anyone tells me. What are you currently worried about, if anything? I’m worried about my deadlines for my Layout class. The requirements are a group effort, and so long as my classmates don’t start moving, I can’t really pass my parts anyway because I have to wait on them. UGH Did you go Black Friday shopping this past Black Friday? Pls stop asking me first-world references
^If so, what was the best deal you got? Have you ever been Black Friday shopping? What is your favorite Thanksgiving food? Do you wear a watch every day? No. Wearing them always makes me feel like there is something on my wrist, and that bugs me haha.
Pineapple or pepperoni? I don’t like either. All-cheese pizzas are my favorite. What food makes you feel nauseous? Not to say that it makes me feel like vomiting or dizzy, but I was never really a big fan of blue cheese. I can handle it on my pizza and sometimes its flavor jibes well with the other cheeses, but the taste always sticks out so I’m not particularly obsessed with it. Have you ever seen a spirit? No. When you have your own house someday, what color Christmas tree do you want and how will you decorate it? I want it traditional, so I’m going with green. It’s gonna have all sorts of decor like baubles, snowflakes, tinsel, leaves, etc. My family has always made an effort to make our trees look super nice and detailed and I wanna pass that on when I have my own place and maybe even kids down the road. Name 3 youtube channels you've been loving lately. HiHo Kids, Mankalor, and Moon Jeongwon’s vlogging channel. Do you have a youtube channel? I do but it’s only so that YouTube can tailor my homepage to what I’m into at the moment, and so that I can like/dislike videos haha. I don’t post my own content. ^If so, does your family approve? ...I don’t think they should have an opinion about me owning a YouTube account. But in any case, they don’t really mind. What do you think about the new "for kids" or "not for kids" rules? Like, parental control? I guess it’s a good thing. Kids have always had very makulit hands and end up seeing stuff they’re not supposed to. Makulit is a Filipino word that defies translation, but I guess the closest thing to it is either mischievous or restless.
Case in point: Back when I was in high school, I was working at one of the library computers when these Grade 1 kids sat at the computer beside me. They were searching images of the movie Frozen and it was all normal for a bit, but they scrolled too far down and eventually they landed at this very questionable manip of Elsa and Anna doing some stuff that kids that age definitely shouldn’t be seeing. ^ Do they affect you? No. I’m neither a kid nor a parent. What is the most disgusting thing you have ever eaten? [slight trigger warning for the vegans!!! Sorry, Filipino cuisine can sometimes be a lot to take for non-Filipinos]  I’m super adventurous when it comes to food so I haven’t found anything I’ve tried disgusting. I don’t particularly like the flavor of bopis (pork/beef lungs and heart) and pinapaitan (goat and ox innards meat flavored with bile, tamarind and chillies), but I don’t find them disgusting, and I’d still eat them if that was served at a family party.
What food is so disgusting you could absolutely never eat it? Dog/cat meat. Do you like sushi? Love sushi. What color was the last sweater you wore? Gray. Name 3 material items on your wish list right now. Nintendo Switch, a new pair of shoes (wow I really am a grown-up), and cash. Are you planning on doing Vlogmas (for youtube) this year? No. Zoella’s the only person I know who still does lmao Have you ever done Vlogmas before? No. Have you ever made money off of youtube? Omg no Are you happy that the year is coming to an end? SO HAPPY. 2019 felt like it was three fucking years long. Have you ever bought a designer purse? I haven’t bought any with my own money. Do people tell you that you look sick when you wear a certain color? No? ^If yes, what color? Do you consider yourself creative? Not at all. ....outgoing? Kinda. It depends on the situation. If I’m meant to be doing something I like or hang out with people I know, I can be very outgoing; but if it’s an unfamiliar situation, I tend to be more shy and let other people lead the way. ....free-spirited? I don’t think I’d call myself that. ....shy? Yep, at first. ....socially awkward? It’s a hit or miss. Sometimes I’m great with socializing; other times I just miss the mark. Do you often feel alone? Mostly during the Christmas season. Otherwise it’s an on-off thing for me, but the loneliness is for the most part turned off. What could be the theme song to your life? I never know what to answer in questions like this. My life has had a lot of phases and it’s hard to sum it all up into a single song. List three new songs you've discovered this year that you like a lot. I Saw You In A Dream by The Japanese House, the Summer section of Vivaldi’s The Four Seasons (thanks, Portrait of a Lady on Fire), and Joji’s Dancing in the Dark. If you could win a shopping spree in any store, what would it be? Fully Booked. Do you wear jewelry often? Very seldom. List 10 of your favorite girl names. I list them on surveys all the tiiiiiimeeeeeeeee. Uhh Olivia, Mia, Arden, Harper, Juliana/Julia, Isabella, Elizabeth, Charlotte, Lily, Emilia. I’m feeling the name Eloise tonight too, so let’s throw that one in as a runner-up. List 10 of your favorite boy names. Miguel, Joaquin, Javier, Jacob, Mason, Noah, Liam, Seth, Leon, Luis. Andres is also good, so I’m putting that in even though it’s name 11. List 10 girl names (or up to 10) that you don't really care for. That’s so many and possibly offensive :((((( I’ll just go with boomer names like Sally, Linda, Agnes (sorry to my Lola, who’s named Agnes), Karen, Pamela, Susan, Brenda...and maybe more common ones like Angela, Marie, Sam. List up to 10 boy names that you don't really care for. Not a big fan of boy names in general, but ones I don’t particularly like nor dislike are names like John, George, William (lmao just naming all the royals now I see LOL), Benedict, Jeffrey, Donald, Michael, Daniel, Drew, Mark. How old were you when you found out Santa wasn't real? Five. I didn’t find out; I just put the clues together. Do you own a Polaroid camera? Nope. I want one though. ^If so, what color is it? List one past regret. The one dumb thing I did in one of my classes where I forgot to submit something on time, and I had to make do with a late submission, which would already have deductions. Do you own Converse, and if so, what color? i used to; they were red. I stopped wearing them after a bit though so my mom threw them out. We have white Chucks now – my sister brings them with her in her dorm but when she’s home, I’d borrow it sometimes. What color was your senior prom dress? Let’s plz avoid talking about the stuff we purposely want to forget Are you colorblind? No. Name the people you know who are colorblind. Nobody, other than the colorblind folk on Twitter/Tiktok who make wholesome videos separating different colors of Skittles or M&Ms heh. What's one pet peeve of yours? People who DRIVE IN THE MIDDLE OF TWO LANES YO WHAT’S UP WITH Y’ALL Would you ever consider a career in writing? Sure, I’m kinda headed that way anyway. What was the first thing you wanted to be when you grew up? Astronaut. What was your first favorite color? Purple. What is your favorite color now? Pink or black. Do you know a lot of people with the same middle name as you? Yeah, Isabelle is very common. But where I live it’s usually spelled Isabel or Ysabel. Do you like the name Brynn? Not really. It sounds very 2010ish, wherein people would give their kids double-N’s like Kaitlynn, Rylinn, Brooklynn, Ashlynn and I was never a big fan of that trend (except for Finn, Flynn, and Quinn, which I find cute). List five names you hate the spelling of. Literally those 4 names I just mentioned. Oh and in the Philippines, there’s this trend of putting H’s on otherwise normal names, e.g. Jhulia, Mhae, Ghabriella, Mhark...it’s common in the lower classes so I don’t judge, but like it’s just not really not my taste lmao. Do you watch Niki and Gabi on youtube? No. Do you watch Brooklyn and Bailey? No. ....Bethany Mota? No. But I did see her once when YouTube held a FanFest here in Manila and she was part of the lineup. ......Gillian Bower? ....LaurDIY? .....Family Fizz? ....Chronically Jaquie? No to literally all of those. Have you ever purchased a youtuber's merch? No they are always way too expensive lol ^If so, what did you buy?
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                        Famous Louis / Non-Famous Harry
We Had Everything by lightswoodmagic (sarah_writes)
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Or, Louis and Harry fell apart, and Louis' never forgiven himself. He gets a second chance at Zayn and Liam's wedding.
A Beginning by SexyAsswoMan
Words: 5k
Where Harry was in love with a poet, and the stranger that sat beside him on a poetry session had eyes that looked like the sea.
Feels Good on My Lips by phdmama
Words: 8k
When Niall harasses Harry into returning to Vermont for their fifteenth high school reunion, Harry is really not sure he wants to go. High School wasn't the most fun for him, but when it turns out that Louis Tomlinson, his former best friend and current star of the silver screen is going to be there, Harry agrees. The road to reunion is never easy.
Wearing Nothing But Your Kiss by dinosaursmate
Words: 10k
Harry gets stuck in a lift with that actor with the incredible arse and tries to remember how to function as a human being.
The One Where Harry Really Doesn't Have Ten Catsby by LoadedGunn
Words: 10k
Or, the AU where Harry is a pet-sitter for the rich and famous, and Louis is rich and famous.
Come As You Are by AFangirlFantasy
Words: 12k
Highschool Reunion AU where Harry is Niall's flatmate, Zayn and Liam are married, and Louis is just trying to find his way back home.
A Few Very Good Mistakes by louisandthealien
Words: 12k
Louis falls asleep in Harry's bar. Harry takes him home to hang out.
Leap of Fate by happilylouie 
Words: 12k
Or Radio Show Host Louis Tomlinson is going to be the father of Harry Styles’ baby, the only problem: He has no idea.
What do you mean he's coming? by MediaWhore
Words: 15k
When Harry accepted to be his sister’s Maid of Honour, despite how non-traditional of a choice he was, he didn’t think writing a speech for the wedding reception would be this hard. Now, not only does he have less than two weeks left to find something moving and inspirational to say, but Gemma just confided in him that her old childhood best friend is going to be in attendance. The one who moved to LA and they haven’t seen in fifteen years because he was too busy becoming an Academy Awards winner. But hey, no pressure. It’s just Louis Fucking Tomlinson.
Harry is screwed.
Then We Talk Slow by letsjustsee
Words: 20k
A famous/non-famous AU in which Louis banters back and forth with his new record company on Twitter, only to find out that Harry is the man behind the tweets.
Ain't That A Kick In The Head! by lesbianharrie, wreckingtomlinson
Words: 22k
In which Harry’s a disaster gay who doesn’t know shit about soccer, Liam drinks too many blue raspberry Coolattas, Niall knows everyone, Zayn looks dead, and Louis is Not Happy about sharing his breakout moment with “Drunk Hawaiian Guy.”
Part 1 of disaster harry
You Make It Easy by Rearviewdreamer
Words: 26k
Harry has dreamed of a career in the lighting industry for years. Those dreams only become bigger and brighter when he’s hired to work on Louis Tomlinson’s first solo world tour. At the end of the day, he ends up getting more than just an amazing job out of the deal.
Take Me Back to Where We Started by amory
Words: 27k
Starring Harry as the petty ex, Louis as the new James Bond, Niall as a boy genius and fake boyfriend extraordinaire, and Liam and Zayn as two friends just trying to make it out of this weekend alive.
Far From The Tree by AlwaysAqua
Words: 28k
Or, Harry and Louis have been best friends since diapers (twenty-some years ago) and somewhere in the middle of Harry always picking up the mess that Louis' father has habitually left in his wake, Harry accidentally fell in love.
everything comes back to you by amory
Words: 29k
Louis and Harry, best friends since before either of them can remember, broke up four years ago. Louis has achieved his dreams of becoming the next big thing while Harry has stayed back, dedicating himself to his studies. Both are content to forget what they had together, until a tragedy brings them right back into each other's lives.
Saved Tonight by objectlesson 
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Harry is the world's most persistent seduction-baker, a questionable dog-sitter, and Louis's biggest fan. Louis hasn't written in years, is trying to pass loneliness off as cynicism, and absolutely hates his fans. It's probably destiny.
This Ain't Just a Thing That You Give Up by lululawrence 
Words: 34k
The one where Harry is a baker in addition to being a college student who just happens to meet the crazy famous Louis Tomlinson while on spring break. Featuring personal assistant!niall, roommate and best friend!liam, and costar/model!zayn.
I Think You're Already Home by jaerie
Words: 38k
Seeing Louis Tomlinson today, it would be hard to guess that he was ever once a member of the world's most famous boyband. These days he doesn't even the leave his own house. The truth is he can't leave his own house. He can't even remember the last time just standing at an open door didn't send him into a debilitating panic attack. But, against his friend's advice, Louis is ready to add meaning to his life again. He's ready to start a family. So what if he doesn't have an omega? There are plenty of surrogacy services just waiting to help the rich and famous become parents. He just has to find the right one for the job.
baby blue by soldouthaz
Words: 39k
Harry Styles takes his time coming out to greet them. Louis only knows what he’s seen on file and what he’s heard them talking about, but he fully lives up to the image he had inside of his head.
He saunters down the front steps of the farmhouse in his Levi’s, brown snakeskin boots curving out from underneath the denim Louis’ sure he had specially made. He’s got on a plaid button-down tucked into the jeans because of course he does, curls spilling out from either side of his cowboy hat around his sunglasses and country-tan skin.
“Harry Styles,” he drawls, extending a hand to Louis’ manager, “Pleased to meet ya’ll.”
We Got The World Shaking by FutureMrsHaroldStyles
Words: 39k
Or the one where Harry goes into heat at his best friend Lottie's birthday party and her big brother helps him out.
shine by togetherwecouldbealright
Words: 40k
Louis is an actor who needs to get away from the real world. He does the only thing that he can and runs away, finding himself in a small town where he happens upon Harry. What Louis doesn't expect is to somehow fall in love and end up having to face what he was running from all along.
Safe and Sound (You'll Always Be) by Rearviewdreamer
Words: 58k
When a failed case and a guilty conscience leaves Harry more than a little lost, his boss presents him with a new, less taxing assignment to help him cope. An escape from all the madness is just what Harry needs to get his life back on track. It's just too bad his new client has a grin like the devil, a pair of electric eyes that Harry simply can't get over, and no intention whatsoever of letting him catch a break.
Now In A Minute by thealmightyavocado
Words: 150k
Or the 13 going on 30 au that should have been done years ago.
Let Me Be Your Star by lovelarry10
Words: 252k
Louis Tomlinson has always wanted to mentor young musicians. When he’s asked to be a judge on The X-Factor, it’s a dream come true, everything he ever wanted. What he didn’t expect was to meet a curly-headed stranger that would turn his life upside down
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A werewolf AU for the Captain Swan Supernatural Summer ( @cssns). Part one of two. Summary: Emma Swan is an underpaid, overworked waitress at a small-town Denny’s. Once a month, a curious customer pays her a visit. In fact, he’s so strange, he’s warranted a special nickname from her friend Ruby--Cute Creepy Guy. He always orders a mountain of cheap breakfast food and eats it like it’s his last night on earth. Oh yeah, and apparently he’s a werewolf. 7,500 words. Name stolen with love from a podcast, which is based on this old poem. Story idea based on this amazing “prompt”. Artwork by the fantastic @spartanguard! See the full manip here. It’s GREAT.
Find it on A03 here.
Rated PG for perilous moments and uses of a crude three-letter word for someone’s tushy.
(for those on mobile, there is a “read more”, I swear!) -------- There was something about rain that made too many people in Massachusetts want pancakes at the same time.
When the wind picked up and the temperature dropped, good old-fashioned comfort food seemed to be on too many minds at once. The Denny's where Emma Swan worked always seemed to be a little fuller when the weather was crappy.
Today was an exception.
She didn't mind when it was busy. After all, full booths meant more tips, and more tips meant she got to pay her rent on time. It was the slow days, like today, that sucked; the breakfast joint turned into a black hole where time stood still and all happiness went to die. She made peanuts with her hourly wage, so when the patrons were few and far between, it was hardly even worth her time to be there.
Emma was a hard worker, always finding something to busy herself with. Idling about only made time move slower, she'd learned. Besides, someone was paying her to be there (even if it was hardly any money), so she might as well be working. It was a huge pet peeve of hers to see some of the other waitresses and cooks on their phones when there was a lull in the day.
(But, it was easy to criticize. Emma couldn't afford a smart phone.)
Not all of her co-workers were bad. She'd made a friend, working there—a fellow waitress named Ruby.
The time was 8:00 p.m. on a Thursday. Unsurprisingly, not many people were craving breakfast food (or anything else Denny's served) that late on a week night, and the restaurant was about as slow as it ever got. Emma had paused in front of the little television behind the register, in a rare daze as she stared at the local news flitting across its tiny screen with zombie eyes. Ruby's sharp voice yanked her out of it.
"Earth to Emma!"
She glanced over at her friend sheepishly. "Sorry," she said, "Were you talking to me?"
Ruby gave a little scoff and a roll of her eyes, but there was no real annoyance behind either. The corners of her mouth twitched upward in a smile. "Uh, yeah!" she said. "It's your turn to wait on Cute Creepy Guy." She gestured over her shoulder, jabbing in the direction of the back corner of the restaurant with her pen.
Emma's gut dropped.
She glanced up at the customer in question, who was frowning down at the menu. Like he couldn't decide what he wanted to order--or like he had heard Ruby's comment about him.
Both options seemed impossible. He was way too far away to hear either of them talking, for one. Secondly, Cute Creepy Guy always knew what he wanted. He came in regularly enough—about once per month since the start of the year—to warrant a special nickname, and he always ordered the same thing. Essentially it was the Lumberjack Slam, a popular Denny's feature for men with something to prove, only modified. A lot.
Said slam featured the following: two hearty buttermilk pancakes, a slice of grilled ham, two strips of bacon, two sausage links, two eggs, hash browns and two slices of toast.
It was an obscene amount of food. Emma had never seen anyone finish it without sharing. That was, of course, until Cute Creepy Guy started frequenting their establishment.
Cute Creepy Guy always, without fail, doubled the portions of meat—sometimes tripled them. Occasionally, he would sub out the pancakes for a Belgian waffle. It was an enormous, seemingly insurmountable amount of food. And he finished it. Every time.
In fact, he often ordered more, after finishing the slam. He took his coffee black; sometimes he'd opt for tea—also black.
Emma had realized long ago that it was probably weird she knew his order so well. But, it was easy to see the pattern when he got the same thing every time. The guy knew what he liked. Besides, she told herself, Ruby likely knew what he ordered, too. The only reason either of them bothered to go up and take his order from him anymore, as opposed to just bringing his food directly out to him when he sat down, was the fact that they didn't know his hot beverage choice of the day or how much extra meat he wanted.
Cute Creepy Guy was in his usual spot, in the most remote corner of the restaurant, alone. He always came alone. He had the same worn out, haggard look he usually did. Dark circles hung beneath his eyes, which only made his eyes seem all the more blue. His dark hair was tousled, as if he'd had his head out the window like a dog on the drive over, but he wore it well. And, as always, he sported the same well-loved, over-sized leather jacket he wore every time he came in.
His hands were resting on the table in front of him. Well, his hand was--the other was a prosthetic, as Emma had come to learn fairly quickly.
(Ruby had never noticed this until Emma had pointed it out to her. "What?!" she'd said when Emma mentioned it to her offhandedly the first time. She'd had to grab her friend's shoulder and pull her back as Ruby spun around to blatantly stare at the back corner where he'd been sitting. "No way! He's missing a hand? How did I never notice that?" Emma had no answer to that.)
Ruby was watching her now, as Emma looked at the customer in question. Ruby donned a wolfish smile that made Emma prickle for some reason, like she knew something Emma didn't and was lording it over her.
"I can't wait on him today, Ruby," Emma started firmly. "Regina has me re-organizing the condiments shelf for the next hour and she really wants it done ASAP for some reason. Besides, he's in your section."
Ruby huffed. "Yes, but sections do not apply to Cute Creepy Guy," she said. "You know this. He's weird, so we take turns. Today, my friend," she said, as she jabbed her pen at her, "Is your turn."
Emma just barely resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "I don't know why you're so put out by him," she said. "He's not that bad. Just... odd. Besides, he tips really well."
"He tips okay," Ruby said with a shrug. "The same as everyone else here, on average. Which means he doesn't tip all that much, since the food here's so cheap."
Emma paused at that. Cute Creepy Guy had always tipped her exceptionally well, usually at least double the percentage he was socially obligated to. But, apparently this wasn't standard; it seemed to only apply to her. She wasn't sure how she felt about that.
"Fine," she said, "I'll do it. But you'd better start on those condiments for me."
"Deal," Ruby said, shooting her a wolfish grin.
Emma plastered on her fake customer service smile. Ruby saw right through it and bumped her playfully on the shoulder as she passed.
Emma didn't even bother taking out her order pad as she approached his table. Without raising his head, he perked up noticeably as she approached--almost like he could sense her coming.
His whole demeanor changed. His shoulders, tense and hunched up close to his neck, slackened and relaxed. His back straightened, righting his terrible, slumping posture.
And she could have sworn the tips of his ears tinged pink.
He looked up as she stopped at his table, beaming at her.
"Swan," he said, his voice deep and as smooth as velvet. “I was hoping it'd be you.”
Her stomach did a little flip each time he said her name. Not for the obvious reasons--they called him Cute Creepy Guy for a reason, after all, and his English accent was far from off putting--but because she had never actually told him her full name.
The plastic tag on her chest read "Emma", her first name, just as every other server in every other restaurant's read their first name, too. But Cute Creepy Guy had taken it upon himself to give her a moniker, after he had aptly noticed the swan pendant she wore around her neck every day. He had noticed it, complimented it, and turned it into an affectionate nickname.
A nickname that happened to be her real-life surname. But there was no way--outside the very possible realm of stalking, cyber or otherwise--he could have known that. At least, that's what she told herself.
Because Cute Creepy Guy wasn't actually all that creepy. Not to her, anyway. Sure, she understood why Ruby found him to be a little repelling. He was definitely strange. But, Emma had never been scared off by strange. She dealt with weirdos everyday in the serving industry. There was no shortage of creeps trying to peer down the front of her polo shirt as she leaned in to refill their coffee, or checking out Ruby's long legs when she wore shorts in the summer. But this guy wasn't like that. He kept his eyes where they belonged, never straying below Emma's neck--or more accurately, where her necklace ended. She could always feel him watching her when she walked away from his table, but she didn't mind that so much. (At the risk of sounding cocky, she was fairly accustomed to people checking her out.) With Cute Creepy Guy, she never seemed to mind. He was different. It took Emma a few seconds to realize she was staring at him, blatantly admiring his stubble--a little thicker and darker than it was the last time he'd been in--around his jaw instead of answering him.
"Jones," she said. He smiled one brief, impossibly wide smile. A quick flash of white in a Cheshire Cat grin and it was gone, concealed as he ducked his head in a mock bow. But she would swear later his eyeteeth looked impossibly sharp.
“At your service, lass,” he said, dipping his head forward in a mock bow. 
“Actually, I think it's me who's at your service today, buddy,” she said, but she smiled in spite of herself. “What can I get you? The usual?”
He nodded. “Earl Grey today, though.”
“You got it.”
Her sneakers squeaked faintly as she pivoted on her heels and turned back toward the front register. “Swan?” Emma paused, looking back toward him. “Yeah?”
“Extra sausage this time, if you would be so kind,” he said. He smiled brightly at her, and she would have thought him altogether innocent, if not for the look in his eyes, in which there was nothing innocent at all.
There was a dirty joke about sausage right on the tip of her tongue, but an older gentleman in the booth next to where she had paused was staring at her. So instead, she just gave a quick, awkward nod and walked away.
She'd redeem herself when his order was up.
First came the tea. Not many people at Denny's ordered tea. Hipsters now and then would, trying to prove they were cooler than coffee—or at least coffee from a place like Denny's. In all honesty, Emma didn't really know how to make tea very well; the different steep times had always intimidated her. She always left the little bag in too long, making it way too strong and bitter.
But, it was embarrassing to admit in front of an actual Englishman that she didn't know how to properly brew tea. To remedy this, she usually just brought him a cup of hot water with a packaged bag of tea on the side, nestled in beside the cup on a saucer. And bless his soul—he never said a word about it, apart from sharing his thanks.
Jones typically opened said tea package with his teeth, presumably the easiest way to open a tea bag when one only had one hand.
And maybe this was wrong, but the first time Emma saw him do it, she thought it was one of the sexiest things she'd ever seen.
He gave her an appreciative smile when she brought him his saucer and hot water. “Thanks, love.”
She nodded. “No problem.”
He pulled the tea bag out from beside his cup and brought it to his mouth, ripping it open easily with his teeth.
She was staring at him again—biting her lip, no less—and she was suddenly so embarrassed she could have darted outside and straight into traffic. Emma Swan didn't do things like this. She wasn't like this over guys, especially guys she hardly knew.
Heat flooded her cheeks, and she was just about to turn and head back for the kitchen area when he spoke up again.
“So, Swan. How's your day going, love?”
If he had noticed her staring, he was blessedly ignoring it. She could have melted into the tile floor in relief.
“Oh, you know,” she said, “Another day, another dollar.”
He smiled up at her before he turned his attention to his tea cup. She watched as he looped the tea bag string around his index finger and bobbed the bag up and down a few times as it steeped in his cup, dancing like a marionette. “Is your shift just about over?” he asked.
“Actually,” she said, the word coming out through a sigh, “It's just getting started. I'm here past midnight.”
She wasn't sure why she'd told him that, exactly. Emma never, as a general rule, gave anything even resembling personal information to a customer, to include what time she was getting off work. It usually led to conversations she didn't want to have.
But instead of hitting on her, Jones just offered up a sympathetic look. “Sorry, love.”
She shrugged. “I need the money. Hey, most of my section is on the other side of the restaurant today. So if you don't see me, I promise I'm not ignoring you.”
The wolfish grin reappeared on his face. “I would despair if you did.”
She couldn't help the smile that broached her face, though she tried to hide it. Somehow, he was the only person she'd ever met who was able to make such cheesy, melodramatic lines seem sexy. It was impressive, really.
“Yeah,” she said, as a little smile still played across her lips, “Whatever you say, Romeo. I'll be back in a minute.”
It took about twenty minutes, actually. A few more families came in, occupying the tables in her section across the restaurant. She was glad, because this meant more tips and thus more money for her, but it made things a bit awkward with Jones. She was just far enough away that she couldn't see his table to check on him.
What was even more awkward was that he was in Ruby's section, and Ruby came through to check on and refill the coffee mugs of everyone but him. Thankfully it wasn't entirely obvious that she was avoiding him, as his booth was in the far corner and the tables nearest to him were empty. He was a lone wolf, as it were. But still. It was odd for Emma to have the majority of her section on the opposite end of the restaurant with a single table as far away as it could possibly be.
Ten minutes ago, the restaurant had been dull, quiet enough so that she could actually hear the faint, terrible country music playing on the building's outdated speaker system. Now, the place was abuzz with conversations being shared across tables. Everyone in the big group that had come in obviously knew each other; all the kids were wearing matching uniforms, clearly all members of the same local baseball team.
Emma was a good waitress. She was friendly, smiled, and was genuinely good at her job. She asked the kids if they'd won their game—they did—and charmed their parents with a bright smile that wasn't too bubbly or flirty. A few more families came in, obviously from the same team and coming to celebrate the big win against their school's arch nemesis. Her order pad filled and she made lots of promises of ice cream she hoped she could keep—the soft serve machine had been on the fritz earlier—and before she knew it, twenty minutes had flown by.
Cute Creepy Guy's order was definitely up. By the time she made it over to the half wall that divided the kitchen from the rest of the restaurant, where all orders were handed off to and from the cooks, she could see his table; he already had his food, and he looked about halfway finished eating it.
Emma cursed under her breath. She passed off her small mountain of orders to David, Emma's roommate and the restaurant's head chef—or as close to a “head chef” as a Denny's can have—and booked it over to Jones' table. He had a mouthful of something when he looked up at her, his cheeks adorably full.
“I'm sorry,” she said in a rush, even as he waved her apology away with his prosthetic hand. “Really, though. I got caught up with this big group of little league players and--” “Swan,” he interrupted graciously, “It's quite all right. Truly. Ruby brought it out for me not five minutes ago. You're fine, love.”
Relief washed over her. She always hated leaving a customer unattended for too long. It didn't usually bode well for her tip. She knew she'd hear an earful about it from Ruby later, but she didn't care. She was just glad he wasn't upset with her. She let out a breath and gave him a small, appreciative smile. “Okay. Thanks, Jones.”
He returned her smile, but this one didn't quite touch his eyes. He opened his mouth to say something else, but she spoke first when she noticed the plate in front of him.
“Holy crap,” she said, “How are you halfway finished with all that? You said Ruby just brought it to you.”
He looked down at his plate uncomfortably, bravado deflated.
“You must've been hungry like the wolf,” she offered, smiling at him.
He barked out a laugh that was so loud she nearly jumped out of her skin. “What?” she asked, but he just shook his head.
“Nothing,” he said, but his grin belied him. “I'm just going to have that bloody song stuck in my head for the rest of the night.” “Not a Duran Duran fan, are you?” she teased.
“No,” he said flatly, but his eyes still danced. “Can't say that I am.”
She offered him more tea, which he accepted, and she tried to bring it back to him in a timely manner to make up for her utter lack of service before. Over the next hour, Emma was fairly busy. Between checking periodically on Jones and completing the seemingly countless needs of her other tables (the ice cream machine was working, after all, and she had to carry the cones out two by two for a plethora of hungry young baseball players), she was swamped and her shift was finally flying by.
Before she knew it, it was past ten o'clock and she just had a couple hours left on her shift.
Ruby was heading out just as Emma was making her way back to the front register to ring up the final bill from her cluster of tables. “Bye, babe,” Ruby said, shooting her friend a wink. “Hope you made the big bucks today.”
Emma gave a sarcastic huff of a laugh in response. Ruby went on, “Oh, I bussed Cute Creepy Guy's table for you, so don't worry about it.”
Something dropped in Emma's stomach. “Yeah?” she asked. “He left?”
That knowing look was back on Ruby's face. It made Emma so uncomfortable that she had to avert her eyes, suddenly finding the little television above the register very interesting again.
“No,” Ruby said, keeping her voice curiously neutral and devoid of any inflection. “He's still sitting at his table.” This got Emma's attention again and she looked back to her friend. “I'm pretty sure he's waiting for you.”
He was, in fact, waiting for Emma. Still nursing the same mug of tea, which had to be cold by now, he sat in his booth, looking down intently at a book he had laid out across his table. This time, he didn't look up when she approached.
“If you look at that thing any harder, I think you're going to set it on fire,” she said. Jones nearly leaped out of his skin. It was so uncharacteristic that she couldn't help but laugh outright at him. He looked up, his usually wolfish smile looking sheepish instead.
“Swan,” he said. “There you are. I thought you might have gone home early.”
“I wish,” she said. “That would be amazing. I'm scheduled for a morning shift tomorrow, too, so I'd love to go home and sleep. But someone screwed up the schedule, so I'll be here bright eyed and bushy tailed.” She gave a jaunty little swoop with her fist and forearm joined by a sarcastic smile, to which he responded with a wince.
“That's bollocks.”
“Yeah,” she said with a sigh. “Nothing I can do about it now. Anyway, it's time for my dinner break, so I need to go scrounge up something to eat. Just wanted to make sure you were still good back here.”
“I've a free spot right here, if you'd like some company,” he said, gesturing to the empty booth seat across his table with his prosthetic.
Emma hesitated. She had never spent so much time talking to one customer before, let alone sat down to share a meal with one. It should have been weird, but she found that strangely, it wasn't at all. She liked Jones. Sure, he flirted with her recklessly every time she saw him, but she never took it too seriously. He had made it more than clear he was into her, but he never pushed her. Just flirted with her playfully to make his interest clear.
“I promise I won't bite,” he said, his eyebrows wagging at her. “Not today, anyway. Not unless you want me to.”
Emma rolled her eyes. “All right,” she said, “Fine. Let me go put in an order for myself and I'll be right back.”
“I assure you, Swan,” he said, still grinning at her, “You'll find nothing but pleasure in my company.”
She shook her head as she walked away, thinking for the second time that night that no one on earth could get away with lines like that except him.
She returned with a fresh mug of tea for him, which he seemed pleasantly surprised by, and a burger accompanied by a hot pile of onion rings for herself. Jones's eyes went a little dark as he stared down at her plate, and she heard him take in a deep breath through his nose, clearly smelling her food.
“Okay, weirdo,” she said, as she shifted in her booth seat and made herself comfortable. “You can have some, if you want. I get free food here when David's on the fryer.”
“David?”
Emma made a noise around the giant bite of burger she'd just taken. “Heev my fend in bah.”
Jones just stared at her. Emma swallowed and tried again. “Sorry. He's my friend in back.”
“Ah,” Jones said, a little strangely as he looked down at his steeping tea. “I see.”
“He's married,” she said. She wasn't quite sure why she felt the need to tell him this, but Jones looked up at her brightly, and Emma gave him a soft smile. “His fiancee comes in here all the time to visit him. They're my roommates, actually. She's really nice, teaches elementary at the school near by. She probably teaches that horde of kids who came in here. And then David's the night shift cook here. I think she comes in when misses him while he's working.” “That's sweet,” Jones said, as he brought his mug to his lips. Emma watched him for a beat.
“They're really sweet,” she finally said. “Too sweet, actually. Kind of makes you sick.”
He laughed, which made her laugh. “Has there been no great love in your life, Swan?”
Without even thinking, she reached up and grasped the swan pendant around her neck. He watched her, and she dropped her eyes to her lap.
“No,” she finally said, “I have never been in love.”
“Pity,” he said. He had lowered his voice both in timbre and volume, and she noticed suddenly he was much closer, leaning in over the table as he reached out to put his hand over hers.
His palm was hot, and after a few seconds, she jerked her hand away in surprise. He pulled his hand back, too, and stuffed it awkwardly into the pocket of his leather jacket. “Sorry,” he murmured apologetically, but Emma shook her head.
“No, it's just... your hand,” she started. “It's so hot. Are you feeling all right?”
Once she'd asked the question aloud, she noticed that he didn't look the same as he had when she had first waited on him hours ago. He didn't look well at all. The dark circles under his eyes were more pronounced, looking especially dark compared to his skin, which she was now noticing looked pale, ashen.
“I'm fine,” he said, offering a smile she saw right through.
“You don't look fine,” she said pointedly.
He helped himself to an onion ring. She gaped at him, marveling at how he still had room in his stomach for food after everything he'd eaten. “You can't still be hungry,” she said in disbelief, staring at him openly.
He just shrugged in response, concealing a sly grin as he brought another onion ring to his mouth.
“You're something else, Jones.”
“You know,” he said around a mouthful, “I do have a first name.”
“Yeah,” she said, “Something with a 'K', right? I only know your last name from your debit card, when you pay your bill.”
He chuckled. “Yes. Killian.”
“Killian,” she said, trying it out. She liked it. It was unique. She'd never met a Killian before. It was strange, referring to him by an actual first name instead of what she and Ruby usually called him. Thinking of Ruby's nickname for him made her smile, and he canted his head just slightly to one side in questioning, but she decided to keep his less-than-affectionate epithet to herself.
“I dunno,” she went on playfully, “I think it's best if I still think of you as a nameless patron of Denny's. Can't be caught fraternizing with customers and all that.” That signature grin was back on his face. “What if said customer were dashingly handsome?”
She shook her head in dismissal, but still smiled at him as she took another bite of her burger.
The rest of her break passed in easy conversation. He expertly danced around any question pertaining to himself, only giving vague answers that weren't really answers at all, always managing to turn the question back on her.
Most of the time, she didn't fall for it. But Emma found Killian Jones strangely easy to talk to. She told him about her roommates, how they were getting married in the winter, how she'd been asked to be a bridesmaid but was pretty sure they were only asking her because they felt bad for her or because they needed one more person to make the bridal party even. Killian had scoffed openly at that, dismissing it entirely.
“You're mad,” he said. “Anyone would be lucky to have you as part of their wedding. I'm sure you're a wonderful friend, Emma.”
She looked up at him, struck by his use of her first name instead of his usual, affectionate nickname for her—the one that happened to be her actual last name. She missed it.
He returned her gaze, clearly confident in his words. And for awhile, they just looked at each other, until Emma's curiosity fell to shyness and she dropped her gaze.
She cleared her throat awkwardly and reached over for her phone to check the time. “Crap,” she muttered, “I'm over on my break. I gotta get back.”
Killian looked around the restaurant pointedly, as if to say, “Clearly it's so busy in here,” but Emma shook her head as she started to scoot across the booth seat to stand up.
“They use time punches here,” she explained. “My boss has been a real stickler for break times not being over lately.”
“Ah,” Killian said, “I see. Well, in that case, Swan, it was lovely sharing dinner with you.”
“You stealing a few of my onion rings hardly constitutes dinner,” Emma retorted. “Agree to disagree,” he said with a smirk. “Next time, I shall remember to bring the champagne.”
“For?”
“Our second date, of course.”
He was joking. He had to be. The gleam in his eyes gave as much away, but something in his tone was serious. She could just tell, easily, that if she took his invitation and actually said yes to a date with him, he'd be ecstatic.
Suddenly, it was all too much. He seemed to notice, and his entire demeanor shifted as the smile dropped from his face. He opened his mouth to say something, but Emma was already gone, tossing a quick “Catch you later,” over her shoulder as she turned on her heels and made a bee line for the kitchen area.
She would feel bad, later, after hiding in the kitchen area like a coward for nearly fifteen minutes. Regina would chew her out for not punching back in after her break, going on and on about how she would have to go back in and manually adjust her break time, even though David vouched for Emma, saying he saw her come back from her dinner break on time.
When Emma finally came back out onto the floor, Jones was gone. His table was empty, completely bussed and wiped down, as if he had never been there at all.
The restaurant suddenly seemed terribly lonely.   +++ Whoever's idea it was to make Denny's an open-24/7 establishment deserved to be shot. Not killed, necessarily, but maimed. Definitely maimed.
At least, that's how Emma felt as her third night shift in a row was coming to an end at nearly two in the morning. Naturally, five minutes before her shift was supposed to end, a group of teenagers had sat down in her section, taken forever to order a few cheap appetizers, and then left no tip at all. On top of that, Regina had goofed up the schedule and Emma was due to be back--peppy, uniformed, and ready to take orders--at 7:00 a.m. sharp.
It was too late to do anything about it now. No one had noticed the schedule glitch until it was too late, and Denny's, like most entry-level serving jobs, went by a find-your-own-replacement policy when it came to trading shifts. No one in their right mind was going to take an early shift off her hands on short notice.
The back door had a tendency to stick. As Emma gave it an extra hardy shove in anticipation of a fight with the door, it whipped out, jerking her forward, and slammed against the outside wall of the building. Emma swore, pausing for a second to regain her composure before she started toward her car.
The sky was ink black. There was no wind, the night as silent as it was dark, but there was a noticeable nip to the air and Emma pulled her red leather jacket a little tighter anyway, hugging her middle with her forearms. Her purse thumped against her thighs with each step.
She had parked at the far end of the parking lot behind the building. The best spots were reserved for customers, after all, so Emma's faithful yellow bug sat parked next to the dumpster.
The lot was poorly lit, the closest street lamp casting its light only just to the back of her car. She didn't usually make a habit of parking in the darkest, eeriest corner of the lot, but it had been fairly busy when she'd first started her shift. The employee parking lot was nearly to capacity; any better spots had been ruined by a handful of idiots who didn't know how to park inside the lines.
And that's how Emma found herself, on a cold, dark night, almost getting mugged.
She didn't see the man until she was nearly to her car; most of him was hidden by the position of the dumpster.
The moon, full and swollen in the sky, did more for her vision than the street lamp. It at least let her see the glint of metal in his hand as he stepped out and toward her. A knife, if she was lucky. A gun if she wasn't.
“What the hell,” she said, the words shooting out of her mouth in a startled jumble. Reflexively, she reached for her purse. Her fingers fumbled, but she had what she wanted in seconds: a travel-size canister of pepper spray. Her fears weren't misplaced. The man darted out from behind the dumpster and started coming at her, fast—too fast to have honorable intentions.
What came next happened so fast, she could barely process it.
A sound tore through the air then, so loud it seemed to grab her by the bones and shake her.
She whipped around and was met with a set of teeth.
Enormous, gleaming white teeth. They were attached to an even larger snout, black enough to blend in with the night, directly behind which sat a pair of wide, seemingly iridescent blue eyes.
Emma did what any self-respecting woman standing in the cold dark holding a canister of pepper spray in front of a monster would do: she screamed, threw up her arm, and sprayed the hell out of it.
This was, she was instantly certain, the worst decision of her life.
It let out a deep, piercing bellow of rage and pain. She could see the moonlight reflect off its white teeth, felt its hot breath on her face as it roared at her.
The man behind her stood gaping like an idiot, petrified. When the creature cried out, he let out a shriek of fear and took off across the parking lot, leaving Emma to fend for herself.
Which, of course, she was relatively capable of. She immediately took a step back, just in time as the creature lurched forward at her. It bent down low, pawing wildly at its eyes as its cries turned to pain-filled yelps. It sounded like an injured dog more than a monster. And really, as it pushed forward into the light from the street lamp, it looked like a dog. An insanely huge, nearly horse-sized dog. It was ink black, its fur slick in the light. But as its lips pulled back over knife-like teeth, Emma knew this was no dog.
Emma's brain screamed at her to run, to get the hell out of Dodge, but her legs wouldn't move. They were numb with fear.
She could only stare, saucer-eyed, as the thing in front of her kept pawing at its face. Then she noticed something—it only had one paw. Where the other should have been, instead there was a stump. It wasn't as effective and didn't reach as far as the monster's actual paw did, but it still jammed it up into its eye, rubbing furiously.
It howled, arching its back up toward the moon, before it threw itself forward onto the ground, so close to Emma's feet that she could feel its wet breath on her legs through her jeans as it panted.
Finally, she snapped out of it and jerked herself away, stumbling toward her car. She dug around for her keys in her bag, wishing for the first time in her life she'd had the foresight to clean all the unnecessary crap in her purse.
If she lived through the night, she swore she would be the cleanest, tidiest person on the planet. Because apparently, being tidy meant you could get to your car keys faster in the dark when there was a terrifying monster on your ass. She let out a happy, crazy little laugh when she finally found her keys. She was trying to hurry, but her hands were trembling. She was brave, but she was human, and she was scared out of her mind, even with a canister of mace in her hand.
Her hands were shaking so badly that her car keys immediately slipped out of them and hit the ground with a soft clink. She cursed and dropped to her knees, feeling around blindly for them in the dark, feeling horribly close to Velma from Scooby Doo, searching for her dropped glasses. “Crap,” she said, as her search grew more and more frantic. “Crap crap crapcrapcrapcrap--”
The dog-thing behind her gave a strained, elongated groan that was so deep, it rattled Emma's car. She felt it through the pavement on her palm, and a chill shot up her spine. In her peripheral vision, she could see the creature writhing jerkily on the ground.
She could have sobbed in relief when her fingertips finally brushed her keys for the second time. She grabbed them, and they jangled loudly as she jumped back to her feet.
Her car was so ancient, it didn't unlock with a button and had to have the key manually inserted into the door. This took her a few moments, trying to jam it into the slot in the dark with her still-shaking hands, but once she did she ripped the door open faster than she ever had in her life.
Surprisingly, the car started easily, on the first try. Emma couldn't count the number of times she'd had to get a jump start from one of her co-workers because her decrepit car wouldn't start up. Today, the old bug was faithful. She jerked the car into reverse and slammed her foot on the gas, nearly giving herself whiplash as the car lurched backward. The creature wasn't in her rear-view mirror, and her brain wanted to tell her it was gone, that it had fled off into the night, but her gut told her otherwise.
For now, though, it was nowhere in sight, and Emma was getting the hell out of there. She threw the car into drive as soon as she had enough room to move forward. The car's rubber tires squealed against the pavement, skidding for just a second before Emma hit the gas all the way.
And then there was a naked man on her windshield.
She felt him before she saw him. The thump was loud, sickening, and she felt it in her chest before she saw anything. But then there was a whole lot to see, with someone's ass cheeks pressed to the glass of her windshield, and she screamed more in surprise than fear.
The car jerked again as it was thrown back into park, clearly not accustomed to being put in and out of gears so violently. As soon as the car stopped, the man rolled off her windshield and onto the ground in front of the car with an audible thump.
Emma closed her eyes and pressed her forehead onto her steering wheel for a second, trying to keep herself from slipping into a panic attack through sheer will power, hoping to God she hadn't just killed someone with her car.  
She knew it couldn't be same man who had tried to mug her, since he had been fully clothed only seconds ago, but there was a freaking monster in the parking lot and she was not about to leave the person she'd hit with her car as its midnight snack.
She shouldered her car door open and rushed around to the front of her car. “Oh, my God,” she said. “Are you okay? Please be okay. I'm so sorry—I didn't see...” She trailed off as she hovered over him, completely unsure of what to do. He was buck ass naked, every inch of his pale body visible in the moonlight, and she could feel her cheeks flushing as she scrutinized him for injury while trying to avert her eyes from certain portions of him at the same time.
And then her eyes focused on his face for the first time, as he groaned and raised his head up from the pavement.
“What the hell,” she breathed. “Jones...?”
It was, in fact, Killian Jones. He was naked, in the back parking lot of Denny's, and she had hit him with her car.
And that wasn't even the weirdest part of her day. Because she remembered then that there was a monster on the prowl, a monster she had pissed off by spraying it in the face with pepper spray.
“Killian,” she said, and somehow using his first name made the situation all the more real to her. “We have to go.” She bent down and grabbed his arm, trying her best to pull him to his feet. He was unexpectedly heavy. “Come on, we have to get out of here. I have so many questions for you, but they'll have to wait. There's a monster in the woods, but it could come back any second and I really don't want it to--” “Swan?” Jones said, sounding utterly confused. His voice was coarse, as if he'd lost it screaming his heart out at a concert the night before. His face was turned up toward her, and he was looking at her, but it seemed like he was having a hard time finding her with his eyes, or focusing them at all.
“Yeah,” she said, “It's me. I really want to know why you're naked in the back parking lot of my workplace, but right now I need you to get in my car.” Tired of waiting for him to accept her hand, she moved around behind him, squatted down, hooked her arms under his shoulders, and started hauling him to his feet.
“I know it sounds crazy,” she continued, trying to keep some semblance of calm in her voice so she didn't sound like a complete maniac, “But there's something in this parking lot. Some kind of monster. It's huge, and black with these weird glowing eyes, and it almost killed someone who was trying to mug me before I sprayed it in the face with mace. I think it ran away, but I'm pretty sure I only pissed it off.”
He let her help him to his feet, but then he had the audacity to laugh at her. Just a short, uneasy chuckle, but a laugh none the less.
“Are you laughing at me?” She said, jerking her hands away from him. Her arms went immediately to her middle, self-consciously hugging herself. “I know it sounds crazy or whatever, but I know what I saw. I know what happened. If you think just because--”
“Swan,” he said, cutting her off firmly. “You're not crazy.” Her jaw fell slack as she stared at him. “Want to know how I know that?”
He reached out and put his hand on her shoulder, gently and soothingly massaging the leather of her jacket with his thumb. He stopped as soon as he realized what he was doing. She wished he hadn't. But he didn't remove his hand, the warmth of which she could feel even through her thick jacket, and she was so struck by the tenderness of this that she forgot for a second how weird the situation was—and how very, very naked he still was.
She swallowed, then nodded, and he went on. “Because I'm still scrubbing pepper spray out of my eyes. That was me.”
She felt like her brain was buffering. She understood all of the individual words he had said, but what he'd told her—what he was actually saying—wasn't registering. It didn't make any sense. If she'd sprayed him, that meant something that couldn't be true.
She took a step back, and his hand dropped back to his side.
“You... You're...” Any useful words faltered. Her mouth opened and closed a few times. She was vaguely aware that she looked like a surprised trout.
“Aye,” he said, ducking his head to rub at his eyes again with his hand. She noticed then, for the first time, how they were red-rimmed and watering. “A giant, terrifying monster by night. Normal diner patron by day.”
She laughed a sharp, awkward bark of a laugh. Because “normal” wasn't exactly the word she would have picked to describe him. He had always been strange, stood out like a sore thumb—so strange that he'd earned a special nickname amongst the waitresses.
It turned out strange didn't even begin to cover it.
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List all the things you’re currently working on in as much or as little detail as you’d like, then tag some friends to see what they’re working on. This can be writing, art, vids, gifsets, fanwork, or original work!
I got tagged by the lovely @omgimsarahtoo from the MFMM fandom and now I feel bad because I have to confess there’s nothing really for the MFMM crowd in my wip list Oo....
...there’s two ideas that may or may not ever get anything written for them. One is a modern day Phrack AU where they find out there’s fanfic about them and the other would be a Agent Carter/MFMM Crossover where Peggy is injured and is sent to Phryne to rest which of course she doesn’t (Sousa somehow knows Phryne well?). There’d be established relationship fluff. But to be honest, I don’t really see any of them getting written any time soon...
Maybe I’ll get back into manipping at some point or some random fanart will happen but those bouts of creativity are mostly spontaneous and out of the blue...
As for the MGS Fandom:
My florist/tattoo artist AU Under My Skin (written for the MGS Winter Games) will soon be updated with the second chapter. The third may or may not be finished, I’m not sure yet and I have even less of an idea whether there’ll be more.
I’ve got another short MGS Winter Games story lined up that is actually finished, about Dave somehow ending up with 50 cats instead of 50 dogs. Will be posted soon.
Home Front is a story I would very much like to finish at some point or at least continue but with a reading crowd of two and research to do, it’s kinda hard to get motivated.
I’ve got one WIP that so far only exists in my head about the aftermath of Emma’s death and how Hal and Dave deal with that. ALL the hurt/comfort!! If I can find a way to make it fit any of the other MGS Winter Games prompts, I may try to write it while they’re still going on.
And then there’s Nature 2.0 of course, the beast, the challenge, the dream. It needs plot (which I’m bad at) and worldbuilding + research (which I’m bad at) but if it takes me till I’m 80, I’m determined to write it (and rip everyone’s heart out with the ending...uhm). Because fuck it, just once I’ll do this right because this story deserves it!
Since the MFMM crowd seems to have been tagged pretty much entirely now, I’ll hand it over to my other fanfic writer pals: @141-point-12, @higharollakockamamie, @misswinterfell, @lizardsnake, @fractalspaces (as always, feel free to ignore!)
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Crash Like a Wave (8452 words) by bottomlouiswriter The epitome of high school never changed. AU - Harry’s the new student, Louis gets picked on. They find each other and maybe something else too.
Answer All Your Wishes (13596 words) by SadaVeniren   Harry and Louis met when Harry was thirteen and as first impressions go theirs was memorable enough to start a life long romance. AKA a Tom Fletcher/Giovanna Fletcher AU where Louis is part of One Direction, Harry is the love of his life who blogs, and they have many, many children.
Remind me (4143 words) by Octoberrose11 Louis finds out he’s pregnant three days into the official break, two weeks since he’s seen Harry, and a week and a half since he’s spoken to him. He’s seen the other boys in the past three days, the four of them trying to decide what to do with their time off, and if it would be worth flying home to London or not. He and Harry are not fighting, really they’re not, Louis could call and talk to him if he wanted to, you know, except.Except two weeks ago Harry had sat Louis down and gently said, “You know I love you, Lou, and I know you are it for me but I think we should see other people during this break, just so we can find ourselves.” Louis had tried to protest, had a list of reasons of why they should stay together (number one being that Louis loved Harry, and it went on from there) but Harry couldn’t be swayed. So they’re not fighting, and Louis could call if he wanted to, or needed to, but Harry made it perfectly clear that he doesn’t need or want Louis right now so he won’t. Even though the thing he wants to do the most right now, the thing he’d love to do more then anything in the world, is call Harry and have the other man come hold him.
Got It Backwards (45357 words) by kikikryslee Harry said the baby’s name again. “It’s perfect.” “Just like its daddy,” Louis told him. He placed a hand on top of his stomach and rubbed small circles into it. “Just like its papa,” Harry replied. “There you go again, being all cheesy.” “You started it.” “Yeah, I guess I did this time.” Harry leaned in to kiss Louis softly on the lips. As Louis kissed him back, all he could think about was how lucky he was. He had a loving boyfriend, a baby on the way and a house that he could have only ever dreamed about. At this point in his life, just a year and a half ago, everything he had was all just that – a dream. — Or, the one where Louis and Harry are having a baby and Louis is afraid that he isn’t ready, until he remembers how he and Harry first fell in love.
Leap of Fate (12352 words) by happilylouie After one too many failed dates, Harry decides he’s had enough. He is going to start a family on his own, everything falls into place as Harry finds the perfect donor. But when Harry realizes who the donor actually is it hits him like a curveball. He wants Louis Tomlinson to be involved in his baby’s life, but first he has to figure out a way to date him.Or Radio Show Host Louis Tomlinson is going to be the father of Harry Styles’ baby, the only problem: He has no idea.
Delayed Notification (6573 words) by Chelsea Frew (chelseafrew) Louis is excited to discover that he’s pregnant. He can’t wait to share this joyous news with Harry. Unfortunately, he is to discover that sharing the news is not quite as easy as he’d hoped it to be.
The Sunshine Stays (15673 words) by QuickedWeen It’s three years after One Direction got back together, and Harry and Louis have just come off a world tour. They’re enjoying a much more relaxed schedule the second time around, allowing themselves to bask in married life. Until, one day, Louis surprises Harry on vacation, and there are some surprising consequences. The world is brighter than the sun (now that you’re here) (4437 words) byAshtarok Harry gets knocked up with twins! This is his and Louis’ story of multiples parenthood I’ll Be There For You (6679 words) by Ladyinbooks That night, when louis is lying alone in his bed, trying and failing to fall asleep, he can’t keep that ignored piece of him from being active again. He can’t help but let his mind wander to what- or who- he misses the most. He can’t help but wonder how he’s doing, if he’s okay, if he’s happy, if he misses him too.He can’t help but think about Harry.——-Louis and Harry had a big fallout. A year later, Louis finds out he’s pregnant from a one night stand. How will this change everything? Until he finds out, he hides in the middle of nowhere.
Couldn’t See Past Me, Till I Saw You (12863 words) by lululawrence “Look at us, living the dream,” Louis said softly. “But Harry, I don’t know if I’m going to be able to finish my last semester with the baby. I don’t know how far along I am or anything. And what about my internship and all of that?”Harry shook his head emphatically and pulled back once more from Louis, this time placing his large, strong hands on Louis’ shoulders and squeezing them tight.“We’ll make this work, Louis. I’ll help take care of you and your little one and I know you’ll help me make it through whatever happens with this. We’re always there for each other, right? Just like we promised when we were in middle school.”Louis laughed a bit and smiled through his tears that finally seem to have left. Again. Hopefully they stayed away a little longer this time.“We’ll figure it out, yeah?” Harry asked again.“Yeah. We always do.”Or the one where Harry and Louis have been best friends since they could remember and their friendship has withstood it all…but an unexpected pregnancy might change everything.
On His Way Home (16252 words) by denisemuriel “Ehm, yeah.” Harry looked down onto his lap, fumbling with his fingers. “It’s Louis’.” He replied quietly. “Oh my god.” A voiced that didn’t belong to his sister Gemma replied. When Harry looked up from his lap, he saw Lottie standing across the room in the door frame and his eyes grew as wide as hers. She was Louis’ fucking sister, damn it. And now she knew that he was pregnant with her brother’s baby. “Lottie, you’re fucking brother got my baby brother pregnant!” Gemma exclaimed.Or the one where Harry is set up on a blind date with his sister’s best friend’s brother.
ops, Baby, I Love You (In That Order) (25335 words) by FallingLikeThis Later that night, when he’s lying in bed thinking of all the things he’s longed for in his life, he can’t stop hearing Fizzy’s words in his head.Who says you have to get married?It’s true, Louis wants to get married one day, to have a spouse to encourage his crazy promotional ideas for his book shop, to have someone to cuddle into at night, someone who will love him even on his moody days. But she’s absolutely right, isn’t she? Who says he has to have that before he can have a baby? When he finally falls asleep, he sleeps restfully, having made a very important decision about his future. Husband or no, Louis Tomlinson is going to have a baby.OrThe minute Louis Tomlinson decides he don’t need no man to start a family, Harry Styles literally falls into his arms.
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i was tagged by one of the best people out there @rhuubarb for the  “get to know me” tag/questions , thanks love!
Name: Joana
Nicknames: Jay / Nana
gender: female
star sign: leo
height: 5′3
sexuality: pansexual
hogwarts house: slytherin even if pottermore says i’m a hufflepuff
favorite animal: hedghog 
average hours sleep: 5 hours probably
dogs or cats: BOTH
dream trip: travel around the world 
dream job: photographer 
followers: 307
why i made a tumblr: it was supposed to be only for my manips but hey look where i am now
reason for my URL: “circle of life” from the Lion King is a song that i used to listen a lot when i was a kid and since i was young i like to look at clouds
i’ll tag two of the best people i’ve met here @lou-the-hedgehog & @pupperlouis 
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This Week in Gundam Wing August 30 - 12 September 2020
Here’s this week’s roundup! Aug 30 - 12 Sep!
Remember to give your content creators some love! And join in on the events at the bottom!
~Mod Hel
Fanfiction/Snippets/AU Ideas:
@angelselene​
Stand Without Flinching (Ch. 20) https://archiveofourown.org/works/22763293/chapters/63998467
Gundam Wing, Marvel Cinematic Universe
F/F, F/M, M/M, Duo Maxwell/Heero Yuy, Chang Wufei/Sally Po, Trowa Barton/Quatre Raberba Winner, Wanda Maximoff/Vision, Duo Maxwell/OMC, Heero Yuy/OFC, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark
Duo Maxwell, Tony Stark, Quatre Raberba Winner, Trowa Barton, Sally Po, Lady Une, Steve Rogers, Bruce Banner, Wanda Maximoff, Vision (Marvel), Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Heero Yuy, Relena Peacecraft, Shinigami - Character, James "Bucky" Barnes
Mature, Post-Captain America: Civil War (Movie), Civil War Fix-It, Canon Divergence - Post-Captain America: Civil War (Movie), Real Family, Not Gundam Wing: Frozen Teardrop Compliant, Enhanced Gundam Pilots, Preventers (Gundam Wing), Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Ambiguous Morality, Morally Ambiguous Character, undecided ships to come, Family Reunification Act, Parent Tony Stark, Slow Burn, Found Family
For Duo Maxwell, family are the people he has loved and lost and whose names he bears.
For Tony Stark, family has always been blood and a name and Howard's shadow looming over him.
@bobo-is-tha-bomb​
Twenty Kisses (Ch. 12) https://archiveofourown.org/works/24038704/chapters/63863065
F/M, Heero Yuy/Reader
Heero Yuy, Reader
Romance, Kissing, Drabble Collection, Reader-Insert
Prompt: a hoarse whisper “kiss me”.
Deadly Intent (Ch. 3) https://archiveofourown.org/works/25576657/chapters/64129522#workskin
F/M, Heero/Reader, ???/Reader
Heero Yuy, Duo Maxwell, Wufei Chang, Lady Une, Relena Peacecraft, Reader
Mature, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Reader Insert, Drama, Angst, Romance, Violence, Lime
Eleven years is a long time for a ghost to come back and haunt him. But Heero Yuy finds himself unable to dodge or outrun it. It’s the start of a dangerous cat and mouse game between one of the most powerful organizations in the world and a loner who has every intention of dragging him down with her. After all, she has come with deadly intent.
Twenty Kisses (Ch. 13) https://archiveofourown.org/works/24038704/chapters/64158358
F/M, Heero Yuy/Reader
Heero Yuy, Reader
Romance, Kissing, Drabble Collection, Reader-Insert
Prompt: following the kiss with a series of kisses down the neck.
@coffeetailor​
Touched by the Stars (Ch. 3&4) https://archiveofourown.org/works/26314657/chapters/64358008
M/M, Chang Wufei/Duo Maxwell, Chang Wufei/Heero Yuy, Trowa Barton/Chang Wufei, Chang Wufei/Quatre Raberba Winner
Heero Yuy, Duo Maxwell, Trowa Barton, Quatre Raberba Winner, Chang Wufei
Explicit, thar be porn, Dubious Consent, Aliens, Alien Abduction, Alternate Universe, mention of MPREG, everyone takes a turn with Wufei, alien anatomy and interesting dicks, Tentacles, Monster Boys, Slime, Double Cocks, Cum Inflation, Knotting, Oral, multiple dicks, Xeno, Spitroasting
University instructor Chang Wufei didn't even believe in aliens, much less intentionally attract their attention. But that doesn't mean much when they decided he'd be the ideal final mate for their group and scoop him off of the planet to take home to their queen. Enjoying him on the trip there, of course.
@duointherain​
Beneath: Leprechauns and Clovers (Ch. 12) https://duointherain.tumblr.com/post/627927154018205696/beneath-leprechauns-and-clovers-1212
“Goddamn SON of a Bitch!” Duo screamed, staring at the place that Martha had been. Rage sparked around his head, amethyst lightening dancing around hair that just didn’t want to be constrained. He held out his left hand and his favorite scythe appeared. It was the one that Heero had given him on that first mission where Relena had been included. It sparked to life with a green fiery rage. “I have been trying to be so good! I have been trying to be friendly and peaceful and civilian! I look at the people at school and mom’s nice polite house and I have tried SO fucking hard!
TheManwell
The Silencer and the Sicarian (Ch. 7&8) https://archiveofourown.org/works/25478938/chapters/61806169
M/M, Trowa Barton/Duo Maxwell, Chang Wufei/Solo
Duo Maxwell, Trowa Barton, Chang Wufei, Solo (Gundam Wing), Hilde Schbeiker, Catherine Bloom, Kyouju H | Instructor H, Middie Une, Sister Helen (Gundam Wing), Heero Yuy, Professor G (Gundam Wing), Doctor J (Gundam Wing), Quatre Raberba Winner, Rashid Kurama, Abdul (Gundam Wing), Roushi O | Master O, Doktor S (Gundam Wing)
Explicit, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Wufei POV, Duo POV, Trowa POV, Solo POV
It was just one vow. A simple but necessary promise to respect life -- both human and fey -- but can Duo hold to it when his resolve is put to the ultimate test?
@tziganecaffiends
In the Bleak Midwinter https://archiveofourown.org/works/26219125/chapters/63812077
M/M, Chang Wufei/Treize Khushrenada
Chang Wufei, Treize Khushrenada, Mariemaia Khushrenada
Explicit, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Trauma, Childhood Trauma, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Torture, Enemies to Lovers, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Sleepy Cuddles, Prisoner of War, Eye Trauma, Angst with a Happy Ending, random cameos, Post-War, Character Death Fix, Fix-It of Sorts, Parent/Child Incest, Frozen Teardrop has a lot to answer for, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Mecha, Battle, Multiverse, Hurt/Comfort, Mental Health Issues, Everyone Needs Therapy, Treize gets a dog, Garbage cat, Drinking
Something that had happened down in the office had been bothering him, wanting to come out. The veil of pretending had been pulled down, perhaps, and there was an unspeakable relief in having it said out loud, in having argued with Treize. Someone that smart shouldn't be that much of an idiot. As if there would only be one right way to end things? ZERO was fucked up and weirdly layered. It gave battle statistics, yes, but it also had a limited future function if someone fiddled with it long enough, and Wufei had.
Wufei had looked. Treize had apparently been happy to end with everyone goes on but me. And whatever had driven him to stop looking in ZERO was still in his head. Whatever it was that made a man just tap out hadn't magically resolved itself, which was a shame because Treize was carrying on as if it had. He couldn't fix that. Didn't know where to start unpicking that rats' nest in the man's skull, and it wasn't his responsibility.
Fanart/Crafts/Photo Manips:
@bobo-is-tha-bomb​
https://bobo-is-tha-bomb.tumblr.com/post/628530984276639744/its-here-cue-last-impression
Wing Zero, gunpla
@gundammeta​
https://gundammeta.tumblr.com/post/628112239191293952
Tallgeese and the Goose™, fanart
@gwfrozentears​
https://gwfrozentears.tumblr.com/post/628482816007634944/al-fin-terminado-me-decidi-usar-stickers-en-lugar
Duo Maxwell, fanart
@silkytea-art​
https://silkytea-art.tumblr.com/post/628646956308348928/was-anyone-elses-childhood-spent-pining-for-the
Heero Yuy, fanart
@the-efaf-draws​
https://the-efaf-draws.tumblr.com/post/628475380147322880/long
WuFei Chang, fanart
Photosets/Gifsets/Screenshots/Manga Pages:
@janaverse​
https://janaverse.tumblr.com/post/628542891987435520/all-together-now-despite-the-five-of-them
5 pilots together, Sims
Quotes:
@incorrectgundamwingquotes​
https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/628011527357808640/heero-look-i-know-that-from-the-outside-it-seems
Heero & Trowa
https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/628540026505052160/trowa-practicing-pick-up-lines-i-can-take-you-to
Trowa & Heero
https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/628929354629513216/duo-so-whats-for-dinner-heero-staring-at-the
Duo & Heero
https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/628991226010632192
Quatre cat cry
@disturbed02girl​
Calendar Events:
@gwcocktailfriday​
Cocktail Fridays!
Post responses on Friday, during Happy Hour between 3 & 5 pm in your own timezone.
Here’s the prompt for Friday, September 18th! https://gwcocktailfriday.tumblr.com/post/629061052992225280/cocktail-friday-post-responses-on-friday
In need of WINTER/SPRING prompts!
@gwoc-october​
GW OC October 2020!
Calendar and Prompt list will be posted up on September 17th! Watch for it!
@thisweekingundamevents
Events Calendar https://thisweekingundamevents.tumblr.com/post/624053314842230784/event-calendar-update
GW Holiday Gift Exchange 2020
Information: https://thisweekingundamevents.tumblr.com/post/627952774875906048/gw-holiday-gift-exchange-2020
Sign-up Form: https://thisweekingundamevents.tumblr.com/post/628041703013662720/gw-holiday-gift-exchange-2020-sign-ups
If you are hosting an event currently, or are planning on one, hit us up with links and dates! We’ll add them to the Calendar and reblog your notices to get the word out! 
There may potentially be something, happening somewhere, for Halloween spookiness!
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I love talking about my spells!
Hey City Goers! So, Dracula told me all about all this magic talk and I thought I’d jump in on the train too! So I got ahold of the little document DSEM wrote (which is hilarious btw) and now I get to tell all of you about what I can do! It’s like free advertising! Normally Dracula is sooo adamant about not letting me advertise on the blog... But now I get a chance to chat about what I’ve got! So listen up, everybody, Night Feather’s magic is going to blow you away u3u~
So for starters, here’s the little blurb DSEM wrote about me.
                                                  Mod Night Feather “Night Feather is assumed to be a woman somewhere in her late twenties to early thirties. She has stated some sort of connection to political figures, though exactly what kind is ambiguous. She has stated multiple times to be a witch and is thought to be a particularly well studied one. As such, she should be considered a threat. She strongly sides with supernaturals, as most of the other Conspiracy City Bloggers do. She is assumed to have been born and raised in Sunseong City.”
I mean, yeah no duh. I’m a witch, check. Thirties, check. Connected to politics, check. Supernatural supporter, check... They forgot to mention beautiful and powerful though! Man that’s rude. Oh well! I guess they wouldn’t know from my lil’ profile pics with the eyes all blurred out.
Alright soooo... spells and magic time! Let me just crack my knuckles and get to typing~!
“Ward Crafting: Night Feather has stated multiple times that she is incredibly adept at the creation of various wards. Benvolio has also stated to have wards given to him by Night Feathers, as has Dr@cula. As such, it is assumed that Night Feather can make a wide variety of very powerful wards.”
I don’t feel a need to elaborate on this too much, but yes! I’m very good at making wards and I can make them in trinket form or as tattoos (Though my tattoo designs are all simple or flowers :3). Most of my wards are very strong but they take some touching up here and there.
“Potion Crafting: While this is mostly suspicion, Night Feather has stated to make ‘tonics’ multiple times on the Conspiracy City blog. Because of this, it is assumed that she has some knowledge of potion making.”
My tonics are actually just alcohol. I mean, I can make potions, but I call them potions. The tonics I talk about on the blog are literally mixing alcohol.... Wow DSEM.  Wow. lol. Aaanyway, my potions are way better than my alcohol, so they’re pretty worthwhile! I’ve figured out how to make a lot of different kinds that can make... well, most things happen! It’s neat and it only takes a little magic touch (And sometimes Dracula’s blood... Or Benvolios... Or Keysmash’s...).
“Plant Manipulation: Night Feather has stated on multiple occasions that she can easily grow and create plant life from a somewhat proper environment. She has been stated to keep a large number of carnivorous plants around and these plants are also thought to be far larger than the average plants of their species.”
That’s right! I love my plants. I garden sometimes when I’m home and then I also grown things for Benni because he sorts could use a salad sometimes, I think (don’t try to make Dracula eat one, though. He throws a fit!) I have a bunch of Pitcher Plants and Venus Fly traps that I work with most of the time, though. My biggest one is big enough to eat people (don’t worry, she doesn’t). Her name is “Barbara”! I feed her steaks ~ <3
“Telekinesis: There have been multiple posts on the Conspiracy City blog detailing Night Feather’s ability to lift objects with her mind. This is said to be many rather heavy objects, though the level of control over this ability seems to be wildly overstated by Night Feather herself.”
Ow are you calling me a braggart? Well, whatever. Tbh, I’m pretty good with my telekinesis. I mean, I can’t lift really heavy stuff. I don’t go around lifting cars or anything because that would be super weird, but I can lift a person, you know? Most people, at least. I don’t usually use this for much, though. I just lift things that are far away so I don’t have to stand up when working and stuff...
“Shadow Manipulation: The level of detail on this is somewhat ambiguous, but Night Feather has stated to be able to move and control shadows to a small extent.”
It’s ambiguous because I hardly ever use it! Shadows are too edgy for me... Anyway, I do have Shadow Manip. I can like... drag them around and hide in them. It’s soooo lame though. I usually just use it on Benni to make him feel cool when he’s trying to be stealthy. I mean, I can like... cloak myself but I don’t really see a reason to?
“Sunlight Generation: Night Feather has stated only once on the Conspiracy City blog that she can “make ‘herself’ shine like the sun”. This is assumed to be some form of sunlight generation.”
Uhh... I think that was in reference to my stage presence? But uh, yeah. I can sorta make some sun out of my hands? But it’s actually a ward I got from Keysmash... sooooo..... yeah.
“Metal Manipulation: Moving metal in a liquid form and then re-solidifying it has been mentioned by Night Feather multiple times. While this is frequently used as a tool for making weaponry, she states to also be able to use it in combat more easily than one might expect.”
Oh! Oh my gosh I looove this spell! So it’s just like they wrote it but it’s cool because i can solidify just enough of it that it’s still liquid enough to move! So it’s really neat. I can used it to stab people! Once, I used to to pin Benvolio to a wall until he got really mad at me. Just to test the spell, of course!
“Pyrokinesis: Night Feather claims to be able to manipulate flames to some extent. This is thought to require a source.”
Oooo! Good Job DSEM! You got this one right! It does require a source, a lighter, in specific! I can make the flame much larger but if I want to have one I have to light it up on might lighter first! It’s not too big of a pain though, and once I light the fire on my lighter I can basically send a huuuge fire ball at anyone! So... yeah. It’s pretty cool.
“Summon Companion: The companions Night Feather claims to be able to summon are the other three members of the Conspiracy City blog.”
I mean, yeah. It’s kind of important for me? I’m not physically the strongest so sometimes I need a bit of back up. Plus, I have work and the rest of the boys (and Keysmash) just uh... don’t? So they can do more than me due to time restraints and all. I have to set up a little summoning circle first though... it’s kinda lame.
“Greater Illusions: Night Feather claims to be able to create greater illusions, much like a fae would. She states, however, that the fae on the blog is far better with illusions than she is.”
This took sooo long to learn you guys. I had to study for like years to get to be able to do greater illusions at all! I can do them okay now, but Keysmash makes me look like a chump! I mostly use them on people who need to not see something, though. I’m great at omitting things, but not as great at like... making things appear.
Sooo... DSEM missed a lot? And I’m sad? So here’s what else I can do just for all of you!
Magic Sensing:  What it sounds like. I learned how to feel magic energy! I’m pretty good at it, but I still can’t like... tell what kind of fae Keysmash is? Lame?
Sense Obscuration: That’s what I call it at least! I can make people blind, deaf, mute, numb... IT’s useful most of the time! I can also just blur vision or make smells feel weird though. It’s never permanent (unless I want it to be~)
Emotion Inducement: Oh oh! So basically, what I do is I look at a person and I mumble some words and I can make them feel either happy, angry, or sad! I can’t do other emotions which sucks, but I’m getting better! Right now, I like to use it to make Benvolio laugh sometimes because he’s such a stick in the mud... And I use it to make Dracula laugh too! Because he’s too little to get so mad (sorry drac I know you’re older than me TT).
Summon Hyena Pack: I have twelve of them! They all have names and most of them are girls. They love me and I love them. They’re easier to summon than any of the boys and Keysmash too, so if I need help in a pinch I like to bring them in.
Shapeshifting: I use this to get around when I’m feeling lazy! Sometimes, you just want to be a cat, you know? Or a panther. Or a dog. Or a peacock...
Hypnotic Voice: It just puts people in a trance where they wanna do what I say. I like it because it makes things easier in fights. I just have to manage to say the spell words first, oops~
Madness Inducement: I can make people hallucinate and start like... going pretty mad. I used it on a witch once and she became a warlock. I feel a little bad about it.
Necromancy: I can res dead people and make zombies like in video games! Dracula thinks this is a cool skill so I usually reserve it for using around him!
Teleportation: Just for convenience. I can teleport to a bunch of little sigils I have drawn around the city. Don’t look for them. You wont’ find them.
KK~ I’m done with all of this. If you guys ever want to hire me for witch jobs, let me know, okay? Also, I love fan mail. And gifts. And Compliments. Love you!
--- Night Feather
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oh my, I am so late I’m sorry! Anyway, I was tagged by @stevetopsbuckysbottom​ and then @silverpearlsandtattoos​ in two similar games (thank you so much, omg <333 I am finally able to do this!)
#1 rules: tag 9 people you want to get to know better.
01. how old are you? I’m 22 ~ 02. what’s your current job? none, I’m currently studying languages (English & German) @ my university 03. what are you talented at? mmm, manips - I guess? - and I like singing and helping people out, although I’m an awkward potato most of the times. duh, writing (Italian’s fine, currently working on my English) 04. what is a big goal you are working towards (or have already achieved)? writing a book in English and publishing it, I’m slow though so no, I’m just gathering materials, doing my research and planning atm 05. what’s your aesthetic? (I know I didn’t understand the question, but I’m trying okay?) dark hair, blue eyes, muscles FTW 06. do you collect anything? any kind of paper / card from my trips, have a bulletin board with my airplane tickets, bus tickets, coupons, excetera(?). 07. what’s a topic you always talk about? Stucky, specifically Bucky Barnes, although lately I’ve been all about Dragon Age, especially the 2nd and Inquisition (good lord help me) 08. what’s a pet peeve of yours? incorrect grammar (in serious situations(?)) and prolly the “omg i’m the only one suffering rn” attitude. 09. good advice to give? I know, y’all prolly already heard it a thousand times, but the place where you are now won’t always be the same. Even if it doesn’t look like, it will evolve and partially it’s up to you whether it’s gonna get better or worse. 10. What are three songs you’d recommend? covers are my curse rn, so I’ll go with - Ki:Theory - Stand By Me - Boyce Avenue - Rise (by Katy Perry) - Ariana Grande - Side to Side
#2 rules: tag the 20 people you want to get to know better.
name: Emilia nicknames: Ems, Emi, hikku(?) - that’s it, really gender: female star sign: Capricorn,,,,,, height: 1,70m (5′6?????) sexual orientation: asexual ~ hogwarts House: Slytherin (nyehe) favorite color: this might sound weird or boring but, green djskdjskdsk favorite animal: horses...gimme a horse and I’ll die happy. average hours of sleep: lately? 5, 6..usually 8 cat or dog person: can’t hear you, too busy petting my cat and my dog favorite fictional characters: (r u really asking dat) Bucky Barnes (Marvel), Fenris (DA2), Cole (DAI), Garrus Vakarian (ME), Krem (DAI), Dorian&Iron Bull (DAI) ---I could list only the folks from dA2 and DAI it’d be shorter..... number of blankets I sleep with: three djskdjskjdks and the last one is fluffy favorite singer/band: My Chemical Romance (ofc), Twenty One Pilots, anything from Gerard Way, Zack Hemsey, Chase Holfelder’s (creepy covers ftw) dream trips: everywhere I can speak English dream job: I’d like to write for a living, but that’s really not gonna happen so I’ll settle for something between translation of scientific texts / anything interesting to me. Or something related to psychology. when was this blog created: September 2014, do you’r own maths cuz I’m lazy (but it was right after I watched CATWS bcos I was bored and hadn’t nothing better to do.....) current number of followers: 786 (floating, since I keep recieving p*rn blogs, blocking them, then someone new follows and someone old unfollows so I’m stuck here, it’s like a limbo and I really don’t know wtf is going on but okay)
tagging (imma do a random number cuz I’m bad at remembering people sorry, also if you’re tagged just choose which one you enjoy more and remember, no pressure, you don’t have to do this <3): @viperbranium @stevetopsbuckysbottom (for the second tag game hee~) @silverpearlsandtattoos (of the first one!!, also duh tumblr) @shanology @frostbitebakery @stephrc79 @punkandjerkmeaniloveyou @enigmabarnes @enterprise-pica @thekingandthelionheart @demirhys @ginger-emperor @xqueenromanoff @cloudshapedrain @venenix @not-poignant @heartsforbuck
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