Random little meme thing

Tagged by @maxxdick​, who I haven’t talked to in far too long.

Rules: Tag nine people you want to get to know better that I think would not mind a meme of which I have no idea whether you’ve done
@lizardbeans@sproutyhead@javertsconfusedboner@lapillus-the-gargoyle-gecko@justnoodlefishthings@followthebluebell@slightlysociablehermit@whatshouldisayimshy@wheremyscalesslither​ (also @jundoe did he make you do this yet if not you should do it.)

and anybody else who wants to, of course!

Relationship status: Wedded to my career. We’re quite happy. This is us:

Lipstick or Chapstick: Both, actually. The lipsticks I like are rather drying (curse you, mattes!).

Last Song I Listened To: “The Man Who Sold the World” (David Bowie). Specifically the 1979 SNL video version with Klaus Nomi. I’d just gotten done explaining who Klaus Nomi was- longish story, a friend had shared a thing with a picture of the Marquis de Sade and I said that he kinda looked like Klaus Nomi’s long-lost grandpa and then it turned out that said friend had no idea who Klaus Nomi was, so I had to share the Lightning Strikes video and then that reminded me of the Man Who Sold The World tuxedo thing and so of course I had to go listen to that, I’ll never not listen to David Bowie.

Last Movie I Watched: Pacific Rim- I like to watch that with Juju. It’s so funny, she looks up every time they say the word “kaiju,” which is very, very frequent.

Top 3 Characters: Captain Janeway (Star Trek: Voyager), Death (Sandman), Sam Vimes (Discworld)

Top Three Ships:  This is actually the hardest question here. I have a lot of crack ships, each one more hilarious and improbable than the next, but like, fictional relationships I’m actually invested in and enjoy experiencing are more frequently than not super strong friendships because I am an absolute sucker for created families- people adopting sibling roles, parent roles, coming to see this stranger they’ve been thrown together with as somebody they really care about. So these are my top three relationships- not just romantic relationships.

If I had to think about the fictional relationship that means the most to me, it’s the relationship between Kathryn Janeway and her crew from Star Trek: Voyager- specifically her friendship with Tuvok. Spoilers for a 20+ year old TV show: in the last episode, she unmakes reality to save her best friend’s mind. (And for many other reasons both personal and tactical, but Tuvok’s dementia is one of the most compelling reasons and the one that’s explored most in the show.) It’s quickly followed by the relationship between Ben Sisko and Jadzia Dax on DS9- that kind of loving, playful friendship that’s closer to siblinghood than anything else is something that I really enjoy watching. 

As far as romantic ships go, they’re usually kinda fleeting depending on the media. I suppose that Garak/Bashir from DS9 holds a really special place in my heart (there’s this one fanfic, Letters from the Northern Continent, that makes me go all dokidoki). Although there is one that I’ve been all about for… jesus christ, over a decade now. I’ve been shipping this goddamn pairing for eleven years at this point. How do I make the letters tiny so that you don’t see that I still haven’t gotten over my first weeb ship from high school? Will I ever be over Integra/Alucard? (Probably not, we all have our vices after all.)

listen……. ‘my love’ is literally the strongest and greatest pet name in existence. there is literally nothin better than somone callin you that….. especially when things are soft and quiet and they look at you with utter adoration and whisper “what’s the matter, my love??” or “i hope everything is okay with you, my love” like oh my god?? let me marry you already

@coldharmonies (AN ANGEL) prompted: even twists his ankle! 

“stop wiggling.”

“i’m not!”

“you are,” and he says it with a heft of a huff.  “stop wiggling!”

even’s shoulders droop his body down, head drip-dropping back onto the nest of pillows isak has propped up behind him.


“it looks like it’s already bruising.”

he says again, carefully, with the corner of his lips twitching in the smile, “isak-”

“are we sure it’s not..? it looks bad,” and when he glances up, his eyebrows are worried furrows, cheeks a chalky pale. he sounds exasperated, but looks oh so concerned, and his fingertips are so gentle where they smooth the cloth-wrapped bag of frozen peas to even’s twisted ankle.

even just rolls his eyes. drama. “i’m fine. baby, i’m not gonna break.”

“you’re never dancing again.”

he flops a hand up, stabs the air in mock protest. “nei! i’ll never stop danc-”

“and especially not in socks on the wooden floors - what were you thinking?”

there’s a moment.

and then, he can’t help it. the laugh springs open in his lungs, bubbles up right out of him. and when it hits the air, fills the air, isak, oh, isak tries to narrow his eyes sharp and baleful at him, he really tries to, but. well.

they’re sitting lopsided on the bed holding frozen vegetables to even’s foot because he slipped and fell in his socks while dancing, and suddenly, that’s the funniest thing that’s happened all week and isak can hardly breathe through the hiccups of laughter his body is shivering loose from him.

shaking his head, he crawls up the bed. settles in even’s lap with one knee on either side of his hips snug.

“you’re so stupid,” but he’s grinning.

even slips his hands under the hem of his t-shirt to hold his waist gently, and he kisses the words to his lips: “i’m your stupid, though.”

and isak- he hugs him in, and he kisses him back, and he promises, “you are.”


Originally posted by harryforvogue

A/N: This was a little bit too cheesy for my liking, but it was something that was always in the back of my mind.  Let me know what you think!

You breathed in the wet air as you stood on the porch. Leaning slightly on the railing, you closed your eyes and listened to the pitter-patter of the rain. It was enchanting somehow. The way each drop created a tune of its own as the soothing melody coursed through your body, replacing all your worries with neutral thought.

You jumped when a pair of tattooed arms wrapped around your waist followed by a swift kiss to your hair. You relaxed into the lean body sighing at the warmth you didn’t know you craved.

“Whatcha’ yeh doin’ out here, pet,” Harry mumbled, hand rising to rub the sleep from his eyes.

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