lol classic tag: this is not what i wanted to do

Markiplier Theory: Markiplier’s Egos are trying to take over through TV- but why?

But Dark isn’t the one who’s the top power. He’s on the other end. He’s just the other guy who’s controlling the meeting.

The other one was standing. Wilford Warfstache. And by visual, that means he’s controlling the team. He’s the one manning the ship. And by technicalities, that means he’s the one fueling the movement of the egos, since in meetings the one who’s standing is the project head. 

Dark wanted to take control, but failed all the time. He literally cracks all the time when he possesses Mark. The real ending with ADWM is that he doesn’t even win. You still get the ‘retry’ option after it because it’s not the ending that you’re supposed to get. He’s still defeated.

Dark reinforces his admiration to Wilford in the video. He says “Look. Will. I respect you. I always had.” He turned to Wilford because he’s not the one who could do it. 

Wilford has always been a seamless character, no problems in confronting Mark head-on. He has been on TV for so many times (though ending in a bad way). Wilford has interviewed Mark, Slenderman, FNAF guys, and all. He has the most power out of all the egos. 

Take note he’s the base character/ego. He’s literally the one on Mark’s profile pic forever. 

Wilford hijacks the game that was initially for Bim Trimmer. He hijacks the Bubbles commercial. He’s the one presenting the idea to everyone. And his idea is amazing. Because TV isn’t only for TV anymore.

You can get TV shows through the internet. TV is the main media- you get news, you get drama, movies, et cetera. And now the egos are targeting that.

This also implies Wilford got every, single possible ego to help him in the endeavor. It might have been lost in Dark’s eyes (he’s not one for entertainment. He doesn’t get it. But he still concedes because it’s Wilford.) There were new egos introduced here.

Now: Everyone’s roles in the TV Industry

Game Show Segments: Bim Trimmer. He was the one who decided the game, and hosts on weird conditions. He had the Disc of Riches, and most probably others too.

Commercials/Advertisements Segments: Ad Mark (probably akin to Scent O’ Iplier advertisement) is seen and heard in the Bubbles segment.  Ed Edgar Adopt-a-Lot, who was supposed to have a “30 second segment, barely getting 5”. He wants the money. 

Movies/Series: Silver Surfer. What’s the most prominent series right now? It’s usually the ones with heroes. He says “he took a break from crime fighting to pursue entertainment”. He’s the one that’s going to star in those series, usually on Netflix. Another one, akin to “House, Grey’s Anatomy, etc”, Dr. Iplier is going to be the star. He says “I came across as a professional and handsome actor.” Let it be known that the ‘hit’ looks for doctors are hot ones- which Dr. Iplier readily knows. However it is to be noted that Septiplier is an actual ego (lol) which might have been a romantic segment for a series.

News: The Jims. Both are Jims- Jim the head newscaster, and the weather reporter. This means that they are literally broadcasting, not only to TV, but on radio and newspaper as well. The other Jim was on the Sun as well. This implies their range of power. Probably has connections all over the world because of their status of being reporters.

Music: Mark Bop. Akin to MTV, this one is targeting the music industry. He’s alive and bringing back the classics, and most probably going to make more. He’s doing revivals, he’s going to dominate.

Reality TV: Possibly the only one that was intended to where the ‘real’ Mark and the team were supposed to show up. They are shown as the ‘actors’ of their ‘roles’- with Mark as Markiplier, Amy as Peebles, Kathryn as Editor, Tyler as Apocalypto_12, and Ethan as Crankgameplays. (This still means that Wilford got them to do this for Markiplier TV.)

— Also the segments of “Bad Dog” can be compared to those series you’d see on AXN, like Breaking the Magician’s Code. Mark ‘crying’ and the subscriber drop is a close second here, most probably those series with “Living with the…” titles. It is important to note that Kathryn was also there at Wilford in the Disc of Riches, where the whole team was. It might be speculated that the Teamiplier are just actors, and Tyler just acted dead because it’s obvious Wilford didn’t really have bullets when it sounded, and Kathryn was more of the behind-the-scenes type.—-

Other possible TV segments: Informational-Probably like Nat Geo, King of the Squirrels might be in this part, however he is shown to be out of the meeting- possibly because it’s a so-so segment. Wilford doesn’t know what to do yet with him, alongside the many other missing egos. Talk Show- maybe more directed to Wilford or Bim Trimmer.

Technical Run Through: Google. He’s the one who keeps them at bay, to let them remember their ‘primary objective’. With his role in the meeting room, it can be assumed that he is the one holding the technical stuff- when the episodes air, how the lighting is, cameras are placed, etc. This also means that whatever is shown on TV will be uploaded on the internet. It will be easily accessible. Alongside him is The Author, now known as The Host. He tells how everything goes in how the things should go. He’s the scriptwriter. He’s the director. He literally is a host to the people watching Television. Without the structure of a show, how does one run? Without the audience’s help, how does a show follow through? Without good mediums, who will like it? That’s his job.

Now, Dark and Wilford are the acting CEOs. They don’t necessarily have the segments, but that mean they are the ones who are going to control the whole operation. Dark’s probably like the ‘president’ and Wilford is the ‘CEO’ of Markiplier TV. (President: Second-in-command. CEO: owner, chief). Usually the CEO who is on screen more than the president, which makes sense in this way.

Now, what do you guys think?

anonymous asked:

Dan and Phil are roommates in college, Dan's horny and has been begging Phil all day to fuck him and make him cum and Phil finally caves when Dan starts jerking off in the shower while he's trying to do his homework so he puts on a cock ring and fucks dan until he passes out(aftercare too) and they don't go to their first class the next day cuz they're too tired lol overstimulation, cockslut!dan, choking and hairpulling

I also added a weeeeeny bit of daddy!kink and gave Dan a tongue piercing because why not? If you have trouble getting past the cut on mobile open in your browser!

When Phil first meets his university roommate, he knows he’s hit the jackpot. The boy who’s sitting on one of the single beds introduces himself as Dan, and suddenly Phil isn’t quite so regretful over his decision to live in one of the cramped one-room suites on campus, rather than paying extra for the more spacious dorms down the road. Dan is gorgeous, to say the least. He has these pretty brown eyes surrounded by fans of long lashes and lovely, dark locks that feather out against his face. His smile is so bright it might not even be an issue that there’s only one tiny window in the cinderblock room and that the lightbulb screwed into the cracked ceiling is basically useless.  He’s classically beautiful – but that isn’t necessarily what makes Phil decide he needs to have him within the first three seconds of knowing him. It’s more likely that every fibre in this boys’ being screams twink. From the way he’s dressed, in skin tight black jeans and a deep plunging V-neck that’s probably two sizes too small, to the way he spreads his long body across the small bed like he’s there for a centrefold shoot. Phil’s staring at his pouty, full bottom lip wondering what it’d look like wrapped around his cock when Dan – on habit, or perhaps something else – pushes the silver ball of his tongue piercing out and gently grips it between his teeth, before retracting it back into his mouth. It’s then that Phil’s want becomes more of a need.

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Jikook smutty fic recs

Hi everyone! So after my post recommending my fave jikook fics, I received a couple of requests for a smutty version of those recommendations. Althought most of the fics i suggested did contain a smutty part at some point in the story, and the fact that I don’t tend to read fic just for the smut (even if a lil smut is good. u know what i mean, u gotta earn it), i figured i would still be able to recommend some of my faves to you fellas

This will be kinda personal choices tho’, you’ll figure out i tend to prefer top!jk and bottom!jm and that i may or may not have some kinks

So yeah here are some of the great smutty fics I’ve read recently! As always, I’ll tend to suggest more recent fics, while incorporating classics because yeah

They are mostly Porn without plot/Plot what plot because that’s what i consider a smutty fic right?

* - spicy

** - hella spicey

*** - see you in hell

1. If i get in, i might just drown, by fatal (cumrich). *** One shot, 12k, complete. “fucking jimin has always been jeongguk’s favourite hobby. ruts just made it that much more special.” ((Ok so this is the ultimate one. Just go read the tags and you’ll understand. Just thinking about it is a sin. Also go read milk and honey by the same author if you liked it, it’s sort of the continuation!))

2. Underdressed and oversexed, by gangbang. * (hey look my fave author) Two chapters, 24k, not completed. “jungkook just needs the money. it’s kind of unfortunate jimin happens to be the porn star he’s jacked off to for the past three years.” ((Again, all is in the tags. Pornstar AU. Lots of dirty talk. A lil’ bit of plot, but not so much. The 2nd chapter is my fave))

3. Help you out, by snowflakechim. Two chapters, 6k, completed. * “Jimin is stressing over the end of the semester. Jungkook is more than willing to help.” ((Ok so this one is pretty short, but it’s in two chapters and really there is no plot lol. Ft. Jeonlous, and dirty talk.))

4. Entertain us, by NightsBurning. One shot, 10k, complete. *** “Jimin sometimes feels like the pressure is getting too much. His band members are all far too willing to help him out with relieving some stress, though.” ((Okay so this one… not only jikook, OT7. Sharing is caring. A true classic. Extra extra smutty. Just thinking about it make me embarrassed all over again. Go read it if you haven’t already.))

5. Primal, by Rose_gold715. One shot, 6k, complete. ** ”Jimin goes into heat and Jungkook sees Jimin’s unguarded, unrestrained Omega side for the first time.” ((ABO dynamics extremely well-written. + jeonlous. What there more to ask ? If it’s your thing i mean. you could try it w/ this one))

6. Stupid Batteries, by Zelupsi. One shot, 2k, complete. * “Jimin gets stuck on an alpha knotting dildo, and Jungkook ends up there to save the day.” ((Another ABO dynamics while we’re at it. + I found it quite funny so yeah but i can’t quite remember if the smut is that great))

7. For_Yoongi.avi, by strangedesires. One shot, 3k, complete. * ““Record yourselves for me,” Yoongi had said against Jimin’s lips after leaving the comfort of their shared bed.(OR: Jeongguk takes it upon himself to record himself and Jimin for Yoongi, and he gets a bit too comfortable with the power he has in Yoongi’s absence).” ((Starts with Jikook only, ends w/ sugaminkook. I did not think it was my thing either. But it was. And it’s gonna be for u too. Go read it. Dirty talk + dom/sub undertones.))

8. Backseat, by nomilkonlysuga (Umekozaru). ** One shot, 7k, complete. “Yoongi is possessive. Jimin is his. Jungkook is his. With the small difference that Jungkook can’t keep his fucking hands to himself, apparently. Punishment ensues.” ((Ok so this one is hella good. Trust me and go read it right now. Starts w/ a long long jikook. Then sorta turns into sugakookmin again, but you’re iniciated by now. Seriously it’s so good, it redefined my standarts for smut. Dirty talk, dom/sub undertones, do i even have to tag those? all my recommandations have it by now welp And a bit of an exhibitionist kink + cars))

9. Just a little bit more, by Levetrate. * 2 chapters, 4k, complete. “He hadn’t meant to say it, it just kind of happened.” ((Ok so the overuse of italics and bigger letters is hella annoying in this one, but i couldn’t not include a daddy kink one. It’s hella strong in this one, if you’re into that))

10. Detained, by PARKCHlM. One shot, 3k, complete. * “Park Jimin is a brat, but Officer Jeon is always there to put him in his place.” ((So to conclude this list, here’s what we all lowkey wanted since the legendary RUN BTS with the assclap : officer JK and prisoner JM having hate sex.))

So this concludes my smutty recommandations for you guys today! I felt so stupid and embarrased doing this but hey, still took me hella long time. I hope you enjoyed it!

If you have any other fic recs that are not included in this post or my previous one, please send it to me and i’ll gladly read it! And if you have any particular requests, don’t hesitate to message me about it!

See ya soon sinners’

What Roman poet should you fight

Who wins: ???
I don’t know who will win this but please, he is so egotistical. Beat him up. Do it.

Who wins: Nobody
No one benefits from this. Why would you fight Vergil? What kind of evil person would do that??? He’s not hurting anyone, he is too precious. Don’t fight Vergil.

Who wins: You
Dude is essentially a scrawny little white boy. if you punch him he will probably cry. Do it. Fight Catullus.

Who wins: You
BUT he will probably sass you so badly in one of his poems and you will never be able to live it down. Don’t do it. Don’t fight Martial.

Who wins: You
I know you want to punch him, hell I wanna punch him, but you’ll regret it. He’ll probably seduce everyone in your family after. Who cares though. Drop kick that son of a bitch. Fight Ovid.

Julius Caesar
Who wins: Caesar
I know his poems are shit and he deserves to get punched in the face for them but don’t fight him. Dude is a renounced general and is practically unstoppable. Don’t fight Caesar. He will kill you.

Who wins: You
Dude is so fucking old you can probably KO him in one punch. Do it. Fight Seneca.

Who wins: Horace
He was a fucking officer in the military. If he wanted to, he could kill a man. Plus if you fought him you would probably make Vergil sad. Don’t do it. Don’t fight Horace.

Who wins: You
Please look towards the entirety of De Rerum Natura. Dude is a weak ass fucking nerd. Do it. Fight Lucretius.

Who wins: Petronius
He is metal as HELL. He does basically anything he wants and chose to fucking kill himself before he could be sentenced and will probably not hesitate to punch someone in the gut. Don’t do it. Don’t fight Petronius.

Pliny the elder
Who wins: Pliny
He was a military officer and commander. He knows how to fight and stuff. He will most likely not hesitate to beat you up. Don’t do it. Don’t fight him.

Pliny the Younger

Who wins:???

Who wins this is irrelevant. Dude practiced law. He’s practically BEGGING for someone to punch him. Do it. Fight him.

Who wins: ???
I honestly don’t know who will win but he looks deeply distressed in every picture ever as well as completely punchable. Do it. Fight Quintilianus.

Who wins: You
Look he may have written about wars, but he didn’t do shit. You can punch him in the face easily. The only issue is that he’s a sweetie and you’ll feel super bad about it after.

bnha characters study moods

midoriya: watching motivational videos before and after, listening to enthusiastic pop music, using cute clips to pin his hair out of his eyes, writing too fast and getting a cramp in his hand, muttering under his breath repeatedly as a memorization technique.

todoroki: really chill classical music in headphones, doors closed, windows open. accidentally spacing out for minutes at a time, popping his knuckles constantly, taking a well-deserved nap afterwards.

bakugo: writing heavily with a pencil that keeps breaking, cussing at the subjects he doesn’t understand, glaring the papers into submission, yelling triumphantly when the aha moment comes, very begrudgingly asking for help where it is due.

uraraka: cheerful instrumental music, tapping of pens and toes, humming. soft color schemes, fruits and veggies as snacks next to her, eventually resting her forehead on the desk and groaning when she hits a wall.

iida: extremely nice handwriting, cohesive notes, impeccable posture the entire time. writes digital notes often to save time, prefers to work in as much silence as possible, do not interrupt him when he is studying for a test.

momo: an organized to-do list and a will of steel. rewarding herself with small sweets after completing a particularly tough section, always keeping the windows open to allow natural light in, prefers to work in a group since helping others aids her own retention.

jirou: hastily scrawled reminders in the corners of her notes, always losing her place when she’s reading, running her fingers through her hair when she’s frustrated. ultimately gives up after about twenty minutes, unless she has outside help.

kirishima: always wants to study with other people around. not the quickest to pick up on new concepts but will power through until he does, punching the air at the slightest of victories, handwriting so hasty and pointed that he’s the only one who can read it.

kaminari: gives up on studying to read or go outside, loves studying when it’s warm and comfortable outside, or on his bed. has to physically put his phone in another room to avoid scrolling through it when he gets bored.

mina: cute bubbly letters that hide her total lack of understandable notes. connecting her ideas with big arrows, doodling in the margins, giving herself little pep-talks to power through the tougher passages. needs something sugary to eat or drink at all times.

Lionhearted - part 3 - nessian fic

Summary: Nesta and Cassian go on their first date and try to figure out how they work when they aren’t expected to bicker all the time. Nesta has a candid conversation with Feyre about their mother. Later, as Nesta and Cassian are beginning to find a rhythm as a couple, an emergency interrupts their progress.

Notes: This is… going to be 5 parts now. Just an FYI. I don’t know how this happened. Thanks this time to @acourtofstarsanddreams for helping me figure out jobs and apartments, and @illyriantremors for helping me make their first date more awkward :D

Part one, Part two : AO3 for comments : this chapter rated T : tw brief mention of Feyre’s abuse


When Nesta made this date, she wasn’t thinking clearly.

She considered canceling, considered calling and just saying that it was a mistake, no hard feelings, that she wasn’t ready to go out with anyone.

Instead, when she called Cassian the next day, she reminded him that she lived outside the city and that he would likely need to leave early to make it to her place on time. She still had that nagging question in the back of her mind and had considered backing out then. But the smooth, confident tone in his voice had done something to her doubts, and by the time Nesta had shoved her phone back into her pocket, they had decided on a restaurant and a time and he knew her address.

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All of Me // Moon Taeil


the prompt: can I request a soulmate!au Taeil? Like you and him can listen to each others’ minds and when he hums to some random melodies, you will harmonize with him and vice versa.

words: 1323

category: soulmate au + fluff

author note: taeil is lovely pls give him love. i’m doyoung lol

- destinee

Originally posted by nctinfo


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Week Four

A/N: Welcome to week four for where I’m kind of playing catch up from last week. Rec list tags: @mogaruke

No Pairing

A New World by @impala-dreamer 

OMG she better call the number! Like I kind of feel bad for the guy but then and not really cuz he’s not Sam or Dean and that’s what matters lol. Just saying… I wouldn’t mind a sequel…

Classic Car Family by @just-a-touch-of-sass-and-fandoms  (fluff)

This kind of killed me in such a good way! IT was like nostalgia and every emotion wrapped up into one! The ending blind sided me and I just like fell out of my chair!

Storm Clouds by @impala-dreamer  (angst)

So I skipped this last week and had to wait until I was in a good place to read this and damn this was so good. It was very realistic, almost too realistic to me. This just goes to prove that you can’t go wrong with having the Winchesters as family

Dean x Reader

Stitches and Whiskey by @impala-dreamer  (fluff)

OMG YES! I love a sassy Dean soooo much! And the fact that this has never happened on the show kind of makes me mad. You need to pitch this idea to the writers. Like just use a GD first aid kit for once.

Mile High Club by @jpadjackles  (smut)

OMG. That was short sweet and HOT AF. I’m gonna need a part 2 but she was not take care of and we can’t have that. Deans took caring for that. *begs for part 2*

Vulnerable by @dancingalone21  (fluff)

This was wonderful! All the silliness and cuteness! I love how Dean didn’t care if she was a lesbian. A lot of people see him as just someone who wants sex but he’s deeper than that! Love this!

Here Now by @impala-dreamer  (fluffy angst)

Dean coming back from hell gets me every time! Like he’s just so vulnerable! I’ve never felt the need to protect anyone as much as I feel the need to protect him when he comes back from hell. This was just so full of emotion! Love it! 

Barcelona by @pinknerdpanda (fluff)

Aww this was soo sweet! I love how Dean makes it up to her! All he really had to do was say sorry and be all Dean like but he chose to do something so sweet! Made me swoon a million times over.

Truth or Truth by @ilostmyshoe-79 (smut)

OHMYGOSH. That was so hot! I could have gone for a cold shower after reading this. Whew, this had me sweating!

An Impossible Choice by @nichelle-my-belle (angst)

OUCH. Oh my gosh that just killed my heart and my soul. Ugh poor Dena, poor Cal! Even Sam lost a friend! This just killed me…

Imagine Dean coming home to you dancing around the kitchen, singing Pour Some Sugar on Me while baking a pie by @bringmesomepie56 (smut)

“Thank god for Def Leppoard and Apple Pie” Yes! Thank god because this fic was amazing! I love that Dean was so bold! Then again when is het not lol

Got Me Feeling Emotions by @thegreatficmaster (fluff/angst)

NO! WHAT?! AH! Wheres the rest?! I keep scrolling down and there’s still not more! Im always up for some demon Dean and I wouldn’t hate a second part… ;)

Sam x Reader

Better Than This by @melbelle45 (fluff)

My fave line “Three lives were formed in this body, three healthy lives that live and breathe and destroy our house.“ Swwoooon so hard! And the Daddy!Sam at the end <3

Perfect by @imagineteamfreewill (fluff)

Aw I love fluffy Sam! He was so sweet and so nice! I think we all can agree that we all need a little Sammy in our life…. or a lot of Sammy ;)

The Guest Of Honor by @revwinchester  (fluff)

Ah!! I love College!Sam and how freaked out he was about her being the presidents daughter! Glad he came to his senses though!

Black and Blue by @bringmesomepie56  (smut) 

Ha! I can just imagine Sam being super bummed that he tried to kiss a girl and was met with a punch to the face. Well I think they made up for that!

Jensen x Reader

That’s My Girl by @not-moose-one-shots (fluff)

This was soo cute! I love all the things that Jensen said he love about the reader! It was all very sweet and made me swoon!

Too Good by @impala-dreamer (fluff)

I’d watch Jensen put different clothes on all day. In fact, I’d probably watch him do anything… But we all know that leather jacket kills all of us!

Jared x Reader

Lift you up by @impalaimagining (angst)

We all have shitty days, some worse than others. Pretty sure if I had Jared my day would be far far less shitty. I’d like to rent Jared for the day please?

anonymous asked:

Hey ❤ anything i could do to get to know day6? I have their music but idk them and I want to. Thanks! 😙

hello anon <3

let me introduce each member to you first! and then I will recommend you some video to check out in order to know them more!

in day6 we have Sungjin, Jae, Young K, Wonpil, and Dowoon

Sungjin is the leader of Day6, in charge of vocal and guitar, also known as Bob and the dancing king, and he is like the Dad of Day6, always taking care of his uncontrollable kids.

Originally posted by helloday6

Jae is the oldest in Day6 and he is in charge of vocal and guitar. he has various nickname such as sweg chicken, chicken little, and he is also the king of twitter(he just recently got his twitter back we are living)

Originally posted by bapassion

Young K is in charge of bass, vocal and rap in Day6. However, he is also capable of playing guitar and the synth. Ane he has one of the most stable high note I’ve ever heard. He wrote/participated in all day6 songs in the new Sunrise album!

Originally posted by thewonapil

Wonpil who has a really unique voice is in charge of the piano and the synth. He is also known as the aegyo king and wink king in the group! He has a really cute personality and you can slowly find his charm as you know Day6 more <3

Originally posted by daelia21

Dowoon is the maknae of the group and the drummer! Although he is not in charge of vocal in the group, he is taking vocal lessons rn and sang a bit in their new song! He is sometimes a shy baby, but he is actually a really cute ray of sunshine!

Originally posted by httpsung

If you want to know Day6 more, I’d recommend you check out these videos~

1. when they were still 5Live as JYP trainees

2. they perform the same song once again after debut and you can see how much they’ve grown!!!!

3. how they turn some korean classics into their own versions (english lyrics!)

4. Day6′s “Day6 compose, fans write the lyrics” segment! 1 2 3 (this is where you really see how talented Day6 are musically, and this segment is basically where I found myself totally in love with them ㅋㅋㅋㅋ)

5. Day6 on ASC (if you want to know the members quickly this is a really great way, also, Jae is a regular MC on the show) jae episode/youngfeel episode

6. what is jaehyungparkian

7. Sungjin dancing is the best thing ever

8. definitely check out dowoon’s drum solo

9. my “for rainy day” tag for you to look at when in a bad mood <3

10. when they just debut and came to Taiwan and cried like hell cause fan held up banners saying “congratulations on your debut, you’re unbelievable”  (that’s the moment i decided to stay loyal forever and cried like hell too)

ahhh sorry i got too excited hahahaha anyway welcome to be a My Day! and hope you have a good time here!

Originally posted by helloday6

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You know, that’s a really weird murderer. Anyway, THIS IS FUN! Honestly, i’d be dead already, because i don’t really care about convincing anyone when it comes to shipping. Before i start, i’m gonna state that ANYTHING I’LL SAY HERE IS BECAUSE I’M FIGHTING FOR MY LIFE, DON’T TAKE ANYTHING PERSONAL, GUYS. These will be pretty much the reasons why i ship them. The first part is a bunch of “objective” reasons (well as objective as it can get, because shipping can’t be a totally objective thing) and the other one is personal, so is up to you when to stop reading this. I apologize in advance for my English.

1)      Levi and Hanji are both really interesting and complex characters. He isn’t just a typical shonen badass guy and she’s not a typical crazy scientist. Levi is actually , from my pov, the most caring and selfless character of all SnK, he literally sacrifices himself over and over for the sake of others. Hanji isn’t just this sweet cheerful character, she has a mesmerizing willpower, nothing can stop her.

2)      They complement each other amazingly. They are both strong and smart, but in different ways. Any virtue that Levi doesn’t have, Hanji has it. Every flaw that Hanji has, Levi doesn’t. And they share two really important virtues, which are the foundation of any healthy relationship: they are both so loyal and passionate. They are literally willing to give up their lives for the people they love.

3)      THEIR INTERACTIONS ARE SO FUN TO READ/WATCH. You just know that, whenever they are together, something great is going to happen. There’s something refreshing about them, about their bickering, about the way they work together, about the way they care about each other so deeply.

4)      I think nobody can understand them more than each other. They have experienced similar things as soldiers, they have lost people they love countless times. I bet they could be sharing each other stories all night long, reminiscing all of those good times with Moblit, Erwin and their old squads.

5)      Okay, i won’t force my ship to anyone, but since i’m fighting for my life here, i’ll say i think there are actual canon hints for Levihan. Like the “Levi bathes Hanji” thing, the “we tell each other everything” thing (don’t u dare telling me Hanji clearly said they’re just friends, cuz isn’t that what every Levihan shipper has as a headcanon? The idea of them not admitting their true feelings and say “we’re just friends” ‘cause they’re both awkward dorks), their interaction in ACWNR, their interaction in Shingeki! Chuugakkou, and the “Levihan is similar to Eremika” thing. It’s up to you, random killer, to decide if that means romance or not.

6)      I hate to fangirl here, but HAVE U SEEN THEM? They are both beautiful and would have babies as beautiful and brilliant as them. What a blessing. I love drawing them so much because their character design is gorgeous. Levi with his cold colors and Hanji with the warm colors, they even complement each other in that aspect.

7)      The Levihan fandom is amazing. Besides the fact that there’s no drama and everyone is so kind, I’m pretty sure this is the ship with the funniest fan art. Even the most serious person would smirk even a little bit while scrolling through the Levihan tag. I mean, we’re all about the laughs. All of the other ships usually focus on the classic romantic stuff (i say “classic” , because from my pov there’s nothing more romantic than the OTP having fun ❤). With Levihan, you’ll get from the most intense fan art to the most ridiculous headcanon, it’s so much fun. Some Levihan artists are pretty well known among non Levihan shippers because of that same reason, like @alemanriq, @trash-god or @drinkyourfuckingmilk . I mean, really, if you’re feeling down and need to cheer up a bit, they’re the way to go.

One of the main arguments people have against Levihan is that they’re too different, so it wouldn’t work. They even go as far as saying that Levi doesn’t really care that much about Hanji. My first response is that both Hanji and Levi are highly misunderstood characters. We don’t have to let our personal experience makes us decide what is love and what isn’t. We all show our love in very different ways.

Now heres my second argument to that idea and this is gonna get personal. If you don’t wanna read about my life, skip this.

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HEY, luckily for all of you, I thought of an elaborate metaphor to express my X-Files feelings; here goes.

Years ago, this baker came up with a recipe for some oatmeal raisin cookies. They had raisins in them but also a lot of brown sugar and butter and a subtle blend of spices and other good stuff. Chocolate chips even. The raisins were well-balanced so that their sweetness perfectly complemented the cookie overall; even people who weren’t big into raisins enjoyed them. Now, the baker LOVES raisins, but he had a lot of assistants who worked with him to tweak the recipe so that no flavor dominated. Sure, they’re called “oatmeal raisin cookies,” but, you know, that doesn’t mean people just want to eat a pile of oatmeal and raisins, obviously! Haha.

The cookies were super popular and a huge seller for the bakery. For a brief time they actually made the town, and the baker, famous. After a while other kinds of cookies became more popular and took over, but at some point people were like “hey remember those amazing oatmeal raisin cookies?? Let’s ask the baker to make those again!” The baker was excited that people remembered them so fondly, and was delighted to make them again. He didn’t remember the EXACT precise mix of ingredients they had used back then, but he figured he would start with the basics: oatmeal; raisins; it’s a tried-and true formula! Obviously it had worked last time! And, who doesn’t love raisins?? They’re sweet and chewy! Not that the cookies NEEDED any improvements, but if there WERE improvements to be made, it would obviously be more raisins.

He recreates the cookies, not skimping on the raisins, and everyone is so excited that they are back! Oatmeal raisin cookies! Remember those?? They were SO GOOD! The people have such residual affection for those cookies, and such fond memories of eating them as kids and how fantastic they tasted, and they line up to buy them! And they are…good! There is still a nice butter and brown sugar taste, and raisins, which, obviously, it’s in the name, so, that’s important, right? There are…so many raisins. The people LOVE these cookies though. They’re a classic! Were there this many raisins last time?

The baker is delighted by the success of the cookies and he keeps adding more and more raisins, because obviously, what he’s doing is working, right?? People keep buying them! Clearly they love raisins as much as he does! Otherwise, why would they be so into something called “oatmeal raisin cookies”? More raisins can only make it better! He would know, right? Considering he created these cookies in the first place?? He adds more and more and more raisins. People will get their cookie and be excited, and take a bite and be like, uh holy fuck that’s a lot of raisins, but I mean, they’re still great cookies! And I remember them so fondly! So the baker is like EXCELLENT THEY LOVE THE RAISINS SOOOOOOOO MUUUUUUUUCCCHHHH and he starts a raisin farm so he can have an endless supply of raisins and he hires bakery assistants who love raisins as much as him (including some of the assistants who worked there before and are like “Did we use this many raisins last time? I guess we must have”), and people keep buying the cookies, because the part you can taste around the fucking thousands of raisins is still pretty yummy, but that part keeps getting smaller and smaller. But! Remember how much we loved these cookies as kids! People keep buying them and eternally hoping that they will capture that delicious balance that they used to have. They can almost taste it. They buy more and more, looking for that taste again. They eat a LOT of raisins while doing that.

Sometimes the bakery will get a negative review, like, “yeah, I do remember when these cookies used to be good, but now it’s just like eating a fucking entire box of raisins and I got indigestion and what happened to the chocolate chips?? There weren’t a LOT of chocolate chips but they were so good. And didn’t there used to be spices? I don’t taste any of that anymore. This dude is obsessed with raisins and these cookies suck now. One star.” The baker does NOT let this get him down! Obviously these naysayers don’t understand him or his lifelong skill at making oatmeal raisin cookies. Anyone looking for chocolate chips in these cookies is looking in the wrong place, buster! Why don’t you just eat a Mars bar? Geez. He keeps on doing what he knows best.

Meanwhile you have the bakery front staff having to sell and cheerlead these raisiny cookies that people keep coming in and being excited about. They have sampled them, and privately they are like, “What the FUCK is with these cookies that are like 95% raisins?? THIS is the thing this baker is known for? THIS is the thing these people are lining up to buy?” They work there (and have worked there for a long time, including back in the day when the oatmeal raisin cookies first got popular and they barely had time to try them because of the lines outside the door and the unending busy-ness of their shifts), and they have a job to do and they’re professionals for pete’s sake (and loyal to this baker who has employed them for so long), and all they know is that people are so enthusiastic about these cookies, and that’s nice, even if they don’t really understand why. (Sometimes they will take a bite and be like “yeah, I kinda get it” but most of the time it’s just, my god these are so raisiny. SO RAISINY. But OK, people love raisins, I guess.) 

So they keep saying things like, “Yup, well, he has this recipe and obviously he knows what he’s doing, he’s been making these cookies for so long! Well, enjoy those! Have a great day!” People leave with their boxes of oatmeal raisin cookies and in the car they start eating them and they’re like “…this is a lot of raisins” but mostly what the front staff see are people excitedly paying for their cookies and leaving. Plus, they are committed to the whole endeavor at this point, so if people take a bite of their cookie in the bakery and are like “…THE HELL ARE THERE SO MANY RAISINS IN THIS” they will get irritated, and say, well, that’s what they’re called, oatmeal raisin cookies! People love them, sorry they’re not to your taste, but, you know, they’re a classic, so obviously other people feel differently, lol! Then they kind of glare at that person as they walk out the door.

If asked directly about how they feel about the cookies, the front staff will be like, “Um, well, uh, just in my OWN life in my own particular tastes I generally prefer cookies that have…more of a variety of flavor, I guess, but obviously these oatmeal raisin cookies are a town classic and everyone loves them. And, I mean, they’re great! You know, we don’t do the baking, haha! We leave that to our eminently talented boss! And we are so inspired that people enjoy them so much!” Which, you know, they are. The bakery has been good to them, and if people seem to be bafflingly crazy for what at this point pretty much amounts to piles of raisins stuck together in a patty and baked in an oven, who are they to object?

Eventually people, not even really knowing why themselves, stop coming to the bakery and buying the oatmeal raisin cookies. “These millennials, all they want today is gluten-free stuff,” the baker sighs. He makes another batch of cookies. He thinks maybe he’ll try adding some more raisins. That can only improve them. Hey, it’s always worked in the past!

And, scene.

16 extremely weird questions?

1. If Amy Poehler recruited you to join her zombie-killing apocalypse team, what role would you best fill? Do you trust Amy?
2. Your dragon Moxie is turning a little green around the gills, the apothecary with known dragon medicine closes in 10 minutes and in order to get there in time you’d have to fly Moxie -and maybe risk her life in a weakened state. Do you?
3. Would you rather eat the inside of four tea bags for lunch every day for a week, or eat (edible) mushrooms in milk for breakfast every day for a week?
4. Squids or sea horses?
5. If Carrie Fisher floated down from the heavens and sent you on a mission that would result in murder, would you take the case?
6. You can either become a pop sensation for three years, and hate all of your fake, synthesized music, or you can listen to only Katy Perry’s entire discography for 3 years.
7. True or false: monkshood and wolfsbane are the same thing? Bonus point: where’d this question come from?
8. This is my little sister’s favorite would you rather: would you rather live in a nice house with an ugly view, or an ugly house with a nice view?
9. The next sandwich you eat will have magic in it, endowing you with the ability to become a cat for 10minute intervals. The only problem is when you become a person again, you’re naked. What’s the first thing you do with this amazing ability?
10. If it actually was cloudy with a chance of meatballs, and balls of meat rained from the heavens, would you dance in the miraculous showers with an open mouth, or would you hide indoors? Why?
11. If you could hike the entirety of the Appalachian trail over the course of the summer would you rather your companion be pop sensation Avril Lavigne, or notable critic/chef Gordon Ramsey?
12. A mischievous warlock has granted you three wishes. Wish #2 landed you with Dame Maggie Smith on your chest because you didn’t finish your sentence “I want Maggie smith to never die” quickly enough, and the warlock thought you just wanted the legend with you. How do you use your 3rd wish?
13. You were transported back to Shakespeare’s time and he’s created a character based off of you, but had to change the name so as not to violate classic time travel codes. Who’s the character?
14. Fish eyes or raw birds eggs? Yes for eating.
15. You’re on a walk when you fall down a manhole into the sewer. The sewer gremlins take you captive, but release you on one condition: you can leave but you have to vow to hunt down the sewer gremlins’ enemy, the nefarious grate goblins, or the sewer gremlins will hunt you down till the day you die. What do you decide?
16. Donuts, milkshakes, or that strangely shaped orb you’ve been seeing out of the corner of your eye the past couple days?

anonymous asked:

Honestly.. I feel like sometimes Jensen doesnt actually get his character at all what he "gets" are the traits he conincidentally happens to share with Dean and those traits of Dean that align with in his favor, everything CANONICAL about Dean he dislikes he seems to dismiss lol

Hey there! I guess this is in response to my frustratred tag the other day, because Jensen said Dean only likes classic rock or something, but the truth is, I don’t really know enough about Jensen, or acting, to give a competent answer to this. I think it must be strange to play the same person for years, and I guess that, depending on your approach to the profession, it could influence you and change you quite deeply; as for how you influence and change the character - that’s a fascinating discussion. I’m assuming you know that famous Charlton Heston anecdote - how he managed to film the entire movie Ben Hur without noticing the glaring gay subtext everyone else (screenwriter, director, his fellow actors) was working into it - a fascinating insight in how on some productions everyone’s doing their own thing, and some can’t see the full picture until the very end (or, in Heston’s case, until someone points it out to him). I guess the same is true for child actors - depending on the movie, child actors aren’t told much about the scenes they’re filming, and they aren’t allowed to know what else is going on if the subject matter is not age-appropriate; yet they can still offer beautiful, outstanding performances - something that seems to negate the idea that you have to truly understand your role to do it well. And as for how much thought and preparation is given to a character - I seem to remember, but I may be wrong, that when Marlon Brando turned up on the set of The Godfather, he hadn’t even read the script - unlike Al Pacino, who’d basically been to Sicily or something - and yet he immediately felt he couldn’t perform as they wanted him to - that it wasn’t right - and so he raided the make-up stand, filled his mouth with cotton balls, and then proceeded to blow everyone’s socks off by showing them how the role was meant to be played.

So, you know - I don’t keep up with the actors, and I really don’t know how they like to work. I seem to remember Jensen saying he’d thought about Dean’s past, and that he’d refused to play some scenes with Jared in the way they were written because the gay subtext was off the charts and he didn’t like it, but other than that - from my humble corner of fanfiction writing, I know what it’s like to write a story where one person controls everything, and how even that is a sad illusion, because you think you’ve crafted this well-planned structure of drama and feels and you pat yourself on the back because it’s exactly what you wanted and then you re-read it and you realize there’s a lot of stuff in there you never intended to put in but sounds right, all the same, and next someone leaves you a paragraph-long comment about how clever you’ve been with colours and you’re like, dafuq, I didn’t do anything with colours, so you read it again and yep, the reader was right and you were wrong and that’s your brain doing things when you’re asleep or being horrifyingly self-aware or some shit. And when I think about the work that goes into a movie, or, worse, a TV show, my head legit hurts. There are just so many bloody people involved, and of course there are directions, there’s an idea of what they’re filming and why, but all the same - when you hear about Wanek picking things because they remind him of his hometown and Richard directing in a certain way because there was a specific thing he wanted to achieve that he’d seen somewhere and he’d never forgotten, and of course Jensen and Jared with their own pasts and presents and baggage and everything else - that’s why I sometimes say I don’t know if we should (if I should) write metas at all, because when you analyze books, you can just about do the thing - you can read the author’s biography and their other novels and their love letters and take a class on the historical period they lived in and whatever else - but with TV and cinema, how are you even supposed to know if the choices that are made are relevant to the story they want to tell, happy accidents influenced by someone’s personal life or something reality is forcing them to do (illnesses, pregnancies, budget constraints). Like, I guess we can write and write about Derek dying in GA and how that makes sense with the story, was even hinted at three seasons in advance or some shit, but the truth is, there was a RL disagreement there, and if GA had have been a novel - paper people and not actors - Derek would most probably have survived. So what’s the point, really? And that goes for Jensen’s performance and opinions too: they’re relevant and important, but they’re not everything, and they’re certainly not the ultimate explanation of what and who Dean is.

As for Jensen ‘disliking’ parts of Dean - sometimes I see him as the well-meaning father who accepts and loves his gay kid but will also tell him not to act ‘too girly’ outside the house because he’ll get beaten up, because, come on - Jensen must be aware of how his character is perceived. If he wasn’t in the beginning, there’s no way he doesn’t know by now. And while at cons he sometimes cracks down on, as you say, those things he dislikes about Dean, on screen he cheerfully plays the hell out of them, including making choices that, I’d bet half my liver on it, where not in any script - like pretending he had a boner after seeing Cas back in S8. So, well - I don’t know if it’s a personal thing, a not-being-allowed-to-discuss-some-issues thing, or if he just knows they’d lose half their (GOP) audience with a bisexual character in the lead, but - my feeling is that Jensen knows full well what he’s doing, and he’s okay with it, but he’d rather it wasn’t too obvious because real!Dean, like fictional!Dean, can be hurt by coming out - if not physically, then in the ratings. 

(But, as I said, I don’t really know much about that world, so this is just my personal view on the matter, and I don’t have any presumption of being right.)

Don’t Break So Easy [Hardy Boyz x Fem!Reader] PART 1

PART 2 :

Summary: Takes place just a while after Matt and Lita’s breakup, sometime in 2006. Y/N has been best buds with the Hardys for years - back before any of you had made it big in the wrestling business and since then you’d made it into several storylines together. Typically, you were simply the backstage supporter of the bunch, not officially part of Team Xtreme yet an undeniable, fan favorite piece to their puzzle; occasionally you teased the crowd and got a little flirtatious with Jeff, since before recent Matt was happily taken by Lita. When Lita breaks Matt’s heart your feelings toward the boys take a major shift that ends with you convincing Jeff of what the best option to comforting the older Hardy might be.

Type: Fluff & Smut! Part 1 Only has implied smut, Part 2 will hold the rest.

Warnings: Nothing really? Poly Relationship (Obviously) and some shade at a few wrestlers for story purposes (not how I necessarily feel about other cameo wrestlers or anything lol) 

TAGS: @easyobsession​ , @vsturgeon5489​ , @wrestlingnoob​ , @womderland-fandom​ , @lost-in-the-stories​ , @brieemode02​ , @nickie-amore​ , @thephenomenonalkingofthebrogues , @roguecheneyisbae​ , @fucking-bandsx​ , @c-taylor​, @hardyslynch​ , @jordynmichealsx​ , @velyssaraptor

[Decided to break up my intended one shot story into a couple parts because it’s actually longer than I expected! Hope you don’t mind and I hope you enjoy. I have more written than this so the ending is near btw - lemme know what you all think so far tho!]

“What are you gonna do with that stupid cut out, Matty?”

“Burn it. Ya should burn it out back so we can start a bonfire.” Jeff’s voice cut in from a slight distance, as he was flopped over the length of one of the living room couches.

You threw him an amused look in a sideways glance before focusing back on the older brother, whom was sitting across from you at the kitchen island.

“Like when we were teenagers, right?” You chuckled lightly as you reminisced, though your brows furrowed at the serious look on Matt’s face.

“See, that’d be a good idea, only letting her play any part in our fun now would be too good. Plus, she’d just taint the marshmallows and fuck up our s'mores.” He replied.

You scrunched your nose and crossed your arms.

“When you put it that way— I don’t want that bitch touching anything I put in my mouth.”

Jeff’s leg suddenly appeared, knee hooked around the back of the couch as he yanked his torso up to peek over at you two. He was damn flexible— and currently smirking a smug lil smirk at you.

“Lucky for me, she-who-must-not-be-named never touched me,”

Y/N cocked a brow up at the remark.

“Uuuh huh. I seen her give you plenty of hugs.”

Jeff mirrored your expression and threw a momentary glance down south.

“Not what I meant, sweetie pie.” Normally his adorable accent uttering his nickname for you made you all giddy, but in this case you just shook your head and tried giving Matt a sympathetic look for falling into Jeff’s antics.

The thing was, Matt seemed like he hardly paid attention to the ordeal at all; stranger yet was the slow smile creeping across his face. A small tilt of your head reminded him that you couldn’t exactly hear whatever it was that was going on in his mind.

“I got an idea. Trust me, you’ll like it.”

That idea turned out to be a quite wonderful “reenactment” of the pair’s breakup. Dramatized as all hell but all parts equally hilarious.

The aforementioned cutout was dragged into one of the bathrooms, standing tall just by the toilet (which probably needed some cleaning). It was just the perfect setting for such a high class gal.

Midway through the first part of Matt’s ingenious segment - only just beginning here in the bathroom - you pointed down at the toilet, plugged your nose, and then points at Matt in a silent gesture you hoped he’d understand. As badly as you wanted to say it outright, it would only ruin the entire take.

Matt had seen it in his peripheral vision and wasted no time blurting: “Listen, every time I come in here and need to do a number 2? I’ll leave it in there and then lock the door.”

You nearly fainted, the camera shaking the tiniest bit until another hand came from behind you to steady it. Jeff grinned down at you from over your shoulder before putting a finger to his lips and taking over filming duty. Biting the inside of your mouth to push down your impending laughter, you patted Jeff’s shoulder as a sign of gratitude.

Filming went on for at least a couple hours - mostly cause of all the breaks coming up with what part to do next or the downright shenanigans the three of you ended up getting distracted with, one of which was aggressively having a competition on who could draw the nastiest shit on any one of the Lita posters around the house. Some Matt had actually bought and some either fans or Lita herself had gifted.

Let’s just say you all had livid imaginations and drew much worse things than the classic mustache and devil horns.

“Heh, honestly I wouldn’t doubt that one to be true to size.” Jeff suddenly spoke, gazing down at your newest work of art. On one of the posters you had drawn a rough outline of a dick - a very small and lob sided one - and labeled it in big red letters “EDGE’S WEENER.”

“Unlike his big teeth,” Matt added. “I’d pay money and bet his dick ain’t got nothing on me.”

Yes, the three of you long time friends often got vulgar in your conversations, but perhaps the couple beers along the journey were helping you all along.

“Yeah, I bet. That’s probably why I shot the motherfucker down without even hesitating. Call it female intuition.” You let out a biting laugh, tapping your marker against your chin in thought of what to do next.

Abruptly the low snickers amongst your group ceased, however, and both boys blinked up at your oblivious form.


“When was this?”

“Only maybe a month ago? Probably less. That bug-eyed blond never knew when to stop trying to impress.”

Matt capped his marker with a certain vigor, boring holes into the pieces of paper piled between you.

“That bastard.”

“Shit. Was that why you rushed into my dressing room so quick? You did seem a little off -” Jeff recalled the memory of your tight greeting hug in a split second, smiling tensely but making a strangely angry expression with his eyebrows. He was glad to remember your encounter but not so with the why.

“But anyway, it doesn’t matter now. If I bump into him anywhere outside of work I’ll be giving him a piece of me alright — my fist up his ass.” Pursing your lips you set your marker down as well, slowly realizing you lost the cap at one point.

Matt balled a fist and sent Jeff a silent look— they both felt a sweep of rage but decided now wasn’t the time to up and track the dude down or anything. The older brother sighed heavily, collecting himself for a short time and rubbing his eyes.

He knew he’d have plenty of time to get back on Edge in the ring.

Meantime, Jeff crawled closer to you, his hands wrinkling the stack of posters on the ground as he did.

“What’re you-”

“Ya got marker on your cheek,” He licked his thumb and deftly reached forward to rub the small dot from your face, lucky it hadn’t fully saturated yet.

Matt cleared his throat and stood up, gathering most of the posters in his arms as he did.

“Alright, I got a better idea.” His voice was a bit gravely, like he was holding something back as his dark eyes lingered on the pair of you (still too close for his comfort) longer than was wise. Jeff dried off his thumb on his shorts and stood too, helping you up by the elbow.

As it were, that ‘better idea’ was probably not the smartest activity for a trio of semi-drunk adults to be doing: target practice on the newly decorated posters; however, sensibility had never stopped you all from having a blast.

“Film this for me,” Matt instructed, snapping the magazine into his handgun and setting the weapon up properly before taking aim for the first shot.

Jeff had officially become cameraman since the bathroom, and stood a safe distance away with you by his side. He threw up his Hardy sign to let Matt know he was good to go.

Matt fired away, at least five shots ringing out and definitely hitting their general mark.

“Daaaang, right in the face!” You praised, at this point caring less and less for the actual video y'all were trying to make for the show. After Matt fired a few more and emptied the thing, you stepped into the frame and got close to him.

“Hey, lemme shoot some.”

“I dunno if that’d be wise, short stuff.” Matt let a half smile creep up when you put one of your smaller hands over the one that was holding the gun.

“C'mon, I went shooting with you before!”

Jeff hit stop on the record button and set the device down on the grass.

“Go on, let her do it, Matt. Who’s it hurtin’?”

Matt’s lips made a straight line and he loosened his grip on the empty weapon. The moment it left his hand completely you felt the full weight of it and had to grip it tighter; playing it off as nothing you watched as he dug the rest of the bullets out of his pocket.

“Alright. I’ll let ya if those little hands of yours remember how to load this up,” He handed over the handful before setting his hands on his hips.

“I have average sized hands. Not my fault your’s are massive in comparison,” His amused grunt only made you more determined to prove him wrong.

After you successfully pressed each of the bullets into the magazine you beamed up at the taller male, and quickly turned your body toward the same target as before. You did remember all the basics and made sure to pull it back and take the safety off—

“There’s a bit of a kick in that one, so you best position yourself better than that,” The aforementioned, massive hands gently nudged your hips so they were aligned with the gun, followed by a light tap from one of Matt’s feet to the inside of your heel to get you to spread your stance a tad.

There was warmth from his chest against your back that caused you to swallow and moisten your oddly dry throat.

“Where’re ya aiming for?” He murmured, his face close but his eyes trained forward.

Did he seriously not realize how this was making you feel?

Only sparing him a lightning fast glance (also noticing Jeff was still standing only ten feet away, tapping his foot sporadically), you took a breathe and squinted your eyes, “Where it would probably hurt the most.”

“The crotch?”

The assumption lightened your mood, but you still let out a harsh huff and readjusted your sin again.

“No, the vagina isn’t the equivalent to your balls— I was thinking more the boobs, if you were a woman and ever been punched in one of em, you’d understand.”

“Hurts that much?”

“I can’t say, I’ve never been kicked in the balls, so,” You retorted snidely, slowly pulling the trigger and - possibly - striking right where you meant. You honestly weren’t sure since Matt wasn’t joking about the recoil on that thing, and you would’ve been rocked had it not been for his body being right behind you.

“Geez,” You rubbed your shoulder lightly, and Matt went to take it away from you. “No, no, I still wanna shoot. You just make it look all easy!”

“I try,” he chuckled, flexing playfully.

“Oh, sure, pretend I’m not here. And you call us lovebirds, huh, Matt?” Jeff straight up whined, his mouth as slanted as his stance.

“Shut up, Jeff. I was just lookin’ out for, Y/N. What are you doing?”

Watching the boys bicker was a favorite pass time of yours, but right now any and all hostilities were to be toward the common enemies. You bumped your hips back, catching Matt off guard when your butt came in contact with his body and pushed him a step away.

Jeff seemed equally shocked if his open mouth was any indicator.

“Thanks, but now that I know what to expect I can take care of it myself. Stop fighting. I just wanna get some prep in before my big match with our guest of honor.”

Matt dusted himself off and pinched the tip of his nose in passing, waving his hand forward to let you continue.

On the next RAW in a couple days you were absolutely sure Lita would be in for a real life beating … no guns, but certainly a truck load of bruises.

You decided to sleepover at Matt’s house for the night, mostly due to both brothers insisting you shouldn’t drive back to your home, even if it was only half and hour away. Jeff was staying over at the house as well, since he had some complaints about just being home alone when he knew his best friends were right across the woods.

“G'night, babe.” You gave Jeff a snug hug, already set for bed in your cotton PJ shorts and black tanktop (which had the Hardy logo printed across it). The casual pet names were half due to the longevity of your friendship and half due to the off and on TV relationship.

“Night, darlin’.” He whispered back, arms squeezing your waist to him before releasing you.

Spinning on your heel you saw Matt partially turned away, hand rubbing his neck.

“Hey, you weren’t thinking of going to bed without saying sweet dreams were you?” Arms spread wide, you shuffled to him and were happily met by a warm embrace.

“'Course not.”

Pulling back from the hug your fingers softly patted his cheek. “Lighten up, kay? You’ll be over her soon enough and I promise to punish her for her sins on RAW.”

“I’m countin’ on it,” Matt smirked shortly, watching while you nodded and skipped off to the guest bedroom.

Just before you swung the door shut, your ears caught Matt cooing ‘Sweet dreams,’ followed by Jeff with a ‘Don’t let the bed bugs bite … too hard,’ closed with a sharp laugh and the sound of a swat to the head.

Once you were gone the brothers were left to themselves in the living room.


Matt looked to his brother, who was hesitant on how to continue.

“So?” Matt pressed. “You don’t gotta ask me how I’m doing. I’m fine, really.”

Jeff chewed his lip, staring at his knees when he sat down.

“Yeah, a little too fine. It’s only been a week and you’re already movin’ on, huh?”

Matt’s eyes narrowed. “And you mean what by that?”

“Outside? With Y/N? You seemed like you were awful cozy pressin’ against her like that.”

Offended and surprised, the older Hardy took a step toward the latter, sitting on the chair just in front of him.

“You’re butt hurt over that?”

“Don’t act like that wasn’t something,”

“It was nothing. I thought I told you I was just worried about her,” Matt spoke with a sharp tongue, getting more annoyed when Jeff’s green eyes challenged his own brown ones. Having a baby brother, he was plenty used to brattiness or whatever else, but he’d never seen Jeff act so sensitively.  

“So you’re tellin’ me you didn’t like it the tiniest bit when you had her pressed against you like that? You weren’t blushin’ red when she bumped ya?”

Matt was bewildered by the calm, but biting little jabs, and massaged his temples to keep his cool.

“What - what the hell’s up with you, Jeff?”

“Nothing.” Jeff’s brows seemed to relax, and he ran a harsh hand down his face. “I’m sorry.”

They sat in silence for at least a full minute then.

“…Just be honest with me, would ya?” Jeff almost thought the words were his own, since he had been thinking to say the same thing, only it came from the other.


Matt cleared his throat, flicking his eyes toward the direction you had disappeared to.

“Do you like, Y/N?”

Jeff’s eyes went downcast at the question, but he knew there wasn’t any chance of him lying. Not to Matt. “If you’re askin’ I think that means you know the answer.”

“Known for awhile. You’re not the best actor—” Matt tried to chuckle, “But whenever it was a segment with her I always believed every word. And even before then it was like you two always had a spark, or somethin’ like that.”

Nearly smiling, but stopping midway, the younger brother moistened his lips to speak. “Funny, I could’ve said the same thing about you.”

There was another silence, only more brief.

“Jeff, I—”

“You don’t gotta explain. I don’t blame you either.”

“No, I wanted to tell you, honestly,” Matt scooted to the edge of his chair, dipping his head and making sure he had eye contact when he said this. “I like Y/N as a friend,”

He truly meant to comfort his baby brother - basically deny his assumptions, set the record straight, and make sure Jeff would end up happy… even if that meant pretending he didn’t care about you the way he actually did. The way that he had only just realized… almost as soon as he’d broken up with Lita.

“But as a woman, I just…”

He truly meant for this to go smoothly and be easy, but then again he really wasn’t a good actor and this was one of the biggest lies he would ever tell. Still… Matt managed, if only because of the increasingly concerned expression melting onto the enigma’s face. Jeff was stressed, swearing he knew what Matt wanted to say.

“— I just love… our relationship now. I can’t picture myself with Y/N, but I can picture her with you.”

Matt’s heart strained against his ribs, beating erratically.

“That’s… that’s good to hear, comin’ from you.” Jeff spoke quietly, such a hurricane of emotions racing through him. As much as he wanted to believe Matt’s words, they both knew that they knew each other too well for that.

The Following RAW Event

You took a deep breath for the hundredth time, tightening the laces on your boots purely out of passing the time and not because you had to.

Your match with Lita was up next since your backstage interview about it already past, but as much as you’d been looking forward to giving Lita a good ass-whoopin’ it was impossible to keep your head focused where it needed to be.

That night you slept over at Matt’s house you had heard everything.

Alright, maybe not every tiny bit, but you’d heard the important parts… at the end. You had opened your door to get the glass of water you’d forgotten on the kitchen counter, but stopped right in the doorway when you heard the tense conversation between your two closest friends.

Needless to say, what you’d heard had left questions for yourself more than anyone else.

Jeff basically admitted he liked you… and not just when you two had segments on TV. And Matt? Matt was basically trying to set you two up but… why did he have to sound like that?

You felt torn between feeling elated that Jeff felt that way, Matt fully supporting it — and feeling hurt that Matt couldn’t even imagine a relationship with you. But you couldn’t even see their faces then and you still didn’t believe a word Matt said.

Was it conceited to believe that both of them might feel the same way about you?

After all these years, you’d always known they were both adorable - well - attractive … above average in personality and looks and you knew all three of you had always been protective of one another but… how had you never considered it being more than that?

And why in earth could you not imagine it only being with one of them?


You felt guilty. Like some skank that just wouldn’t be satisfied —

“Do you need some help with that, Angel Face?”

The last person you had on your mind, Johnny freakin’ Nitro, stood in front of you, eyes going from the toes of your boots upward to your face. Apparently some time in your thoughts you’d managed to untie your laces. The cocky son of a bitch still had on those sunglasses of his, the accessory not unlike the smirk he always wore.

As much as you didn’t care for him, at least his presence - unable to be ignored due to his obnoxious nature - was able to turn your internal dilemma into the fiesty fury that you needed in the ring.

Unfortunately, that brief moment of speechlessness was taken kindly as an invitation, Nitro kneeling down and beginning to tighten your laces and loop them around his fingers; you straightened your leg and pushed him back by the chest, huffing.

“I don’t think I remember saying yes to that help, Johnny.”

“Well, you looked up at me all dreamy so I thought—”

“Never assume what a lady wants.”

His hand rested gently on the underside of your ankle, as if he still thought you’d let him touch you.

You flicked your ankle to have him let go before you propped your leg up on the crate you were sitting on to redo the ties yourself. He still decided to stick around, aside from being given your outright rejection, his eyes still downcast while he stood to full height.

Once your laces were taught you swung your legs off and landed soundly, though Johnny’s body was still too close for comfort. To make matters worse, he leaned over to settle a hand on the spot you’d just been sitting, lowering his sunglasses so he could peek down at you.

“You need something still?” You hissed, rolling out your shoulders and standing your ground, casually.

“Wondering if you were busy after the show, is all, Y/N.”

“Aw, I didn’t know you and Melina were having issues,” You tilted your head, feigning a look of pity.

“Oh, we’re not. But that’s just for the story line, I’m still as single as can be, sweetie pie,” His intent was obvious, he even mimicked Jeff’s drawl — or tried to — when using the pet name Jeff had always used for you.

The tiny detail had you seething more than even you expected.

A loud smack resounded down the near empty hall way, the singular sound joining it coming from Johnny’s glasses sliding across the ground.

“Jesus, I was just trying to be nice to y—”

“Fuck off, Nitro.”

A familiar pair of hands, adorned in black and white arm bands, yanked Johnny the rest of the way away from you, Jeff taking the place at your side.

“Touchy,” Johnny complained, rubbing his reddening cheek. He went to pick up his sunglasses only to have them kicked away by the other Hardy, who was standing stiffly.

“Think you’re better off without the stupid things anyway,” Matt crossed his muscular arms. “Don’t you got an interview with your girlfriend Melina soon?”

Johnny sighed, resigning himself with annoyed crack of his neck.

“I still think you can do better than either of these assholes,” He directed at you over his shoulder, strutting away.

Jeff’s warm hand stroked your arm; your E/C eyes went to him. All your distracted thoughts from before Nitro’s interference started rushing back quick— and you found yourself glancing over at the older Hardy too, pursing your lips uncomfortably.

“You alright?” Jeff asked, not used to you not being so quiet.

“Mhm.” You scratched your shoulder, toying with the strap of your top now.

“That guy messed with you before, Y/N? If he ever over steps again you just tell me, I’ll drop kick him half way across the country,” Matt added, brows knitted together.

“No, that’s why I was thrown off. I took care of it though, and I’ve taken care of worse than him, you guys.”

Jeff wet his lips, “Yeah.. well. You did slap him damn good. If I remember the last time you hit me correctly I know he’ll feel that one tomorrow too.”  

“Lucky I’ve never pissed off Y/N enough for her to smack me.” Matt grinned, noticing your eyes darting between them.

Down the hall toward the curtain, Lita’s theme music finally hit. That was your cue to leave — and as much as you loved your.. friends, you were glad to jump into the ring and let off some steam.

“Gotta go, boys. I’d say wish me luck but I think Lita’s gonna need it more than me.”

Had you mentioned that your match held a no disqualification stipulation?

Well, that was true.

The match between you two women had the crowd riled up for more reasons than one, and had been going on at least a solid fifteen minutes as it were. Lita was catching her breath in the opposite corner to you, rubbing her side that had been gifted several stiff elbows.

You dropped down and rolled out of the ring, debating between a steel chair or a kendo stick.

Thus far the match up was fairly even— not as one sided as you might’ve dreamed; however, you saw red when Edge’s music hit. Creative had warned you of interference, or a possible light distraction, but having been so dedicated to not dying you’d almost forgotten.

Edge didn’t go any farther than half way down the ramp, yelling something or other to his new lady— you wished someone had yelled a warning to you instead though, since the moment your eyes shifted back to the opponent she was already flying over the ropes and tackling you to the ground.

A loud grunt only solidified the pain that shot up your back.


A few rowdy fans on the barricade whooped your name, drumming their hands on their knees for motivation.

Getting on your stomach and lifting up your torso with your elbows, you flashed them a thumbs up before crawling to the ring apron to retrieve an item of punishment. Hand reaching blindly, it caught cold steel.

“Hey, Lita?” You panted, glaring up at her form that was limping toward you, “I ain’t apologizing for this either!”

Swinging the chair out without mercy, you swept her legs and got her to her knees; adding three more solid whops to her back before Edge started coming toward you, you smiled wildly and threw the partially opened chair right toward his face, knocking him out for long enough.

You dragged Lita’s wincing body back to the ring, leading her to the center and grabbing a handful of her burgundy hair.

“Do you at least regret what you did to him?”

Your voice was for her, but loud enough for the crowd up front to comprehend.

She dared meet your eyes, “We’re both better off,” she spat.


Releasing her hair, you slapped her face with between both hands then spun around to run toward the ropes - push off of them for leverage, then catch her head again for a Twist of Fate homage.

Again, the crowd erupted— that being the first time you ever did one of the Hardy move sets. The chants started quicker, alternating 'Let’s Go Y/N!’ and 'Lita Sucks!’ along with a few out of tune groups still trying to cheer for Lita.  

Both women bounced off the mat, Lita rolling to her back with a groan; that was the perfect time for the next step up — Justice from above, you liked to think, as you ascended the ropes to execute a slightly modified version of the Swanton Bomb.

Once at the top, instead of throwing up the Hardy sign you flipped up your middle fingers, then leaping off in divers form (rather than arms spread like wings), rotating, with your back landing square onto Lita and pumping your fist just as you made contact simply for the extra show of triumph.

Damn, it hurt— but not as much as it felt good to flip around and pin her for the one, two, three.

The ref raised your hand accordingly, giving you a chance to stick your tongue out at Edge as he grabbed Lita’s hand and helped her get backstage.

A loud, excited audience was all a wrestler could wish for, especially when they were on your side— nevertheless, it was a relief to have one problem taken care of tonight. Hopefully your hormonal ass would get shit together about the Boyz soon enough.

Heaving some air back into your lungs as you stepped gingerly down the metal stairs rubbing your lower back, and you touched the outstretched hands of some fans on your way.

One sign caught your attention, and you slowed down to a stop; the woman halted her frantic waving, seemingly flustered when you stared right at it. It was bright green poster, two printed pictures on it: one was of Matt and Lita — though it was crossed out with red strips of paper — and the other was an old one of you and Matt hugging after the first time the Hardy Boyz had claimed tag team gold. Jeff was just by you two as well, slightly blurred since he was in the middle of going to lock you into the iconic group hug (Hardy sandwich).

The hand written text above it read 'THE REAL SHIP.’

“I think you and Matt would be a much better couple! Amazing match by the way, Y/RingName!”

You flushed slightly, high-fiving her and her companions’ hands out of courtesy, so it wasn’t as obvious you were only looking at the poster. One of her friends, smacked her shoulder, trying to get her to lower the poster at least a bit.

“Don’t just bark at her like that, gurl!”

The friend threw you a side long glance, trying her best to put up a brave front and not seem embarrassed. Your brows raised and you waved it off, legs beginning to move again.

“It’s alright, really. Thank you guys!” You addressed, turning your head to the other side of the barricade crowd as well, waving and jogging across to give a few more hand shakes. But before you’d fully moved away, the buddy of the sign holder scolded: “- besides, what if she wants to be with Jeff?”

Some bickering ensued after, but you swallowed hard and tried to scurry off faster after that. Your face held a victorious smile for the fans, but internally you were disoriented and overwhelmed. Felt like everything was caving in all at once, while the world around you was carrying on in perfect harmony.

“You do it better n’ me, Y/N.” Jeff chided backstage, immediately making you feel like you couldn’t escape them even if they weren’t always by your side. Not that… not that you didn’t like it — it just wasn’t as apparent before.

“I wouldn’t say that. Just different. Plus, you don’t hate most of the guys you fight.” The both of you laughed, the sounds meshed together like music.

Their match against the Dudley’s wasn’t for another half hour at least, so that gave them plenty of time to chill around with you — and catering.

“That Twist of Fate had my head spinnin’,” Matt patted your back, smiling that award winning smile just to make your sore knees tingle a little. Fuck.

By the Gods you needed to eat something.

Grabbing some plates and passing one to each of the brothers, you went down the line, pretty much grabbing a little of everything, especially from the small plate of desserts. It might’ve looked bad if it weren’t for the two Hardys trailing behind grabbing just about the same (probably more).

Jeff was shoving some potatoes in his mouth before you all were through, only stopping to look at Matt when he saw the other picking up a bottle of mustard.

“I thought ya—”

“— Why do we even have this here? What do folks eat this with?” Matt was making one of his rare disgusted faces, putting down the bottle with a thud and turning back to you two.

As much as your head was still spinning, there was no denying Matt’s hatred for mustard was always hilarious. Your lips quivered slightly, and you had to bite your lower one to stop the laugh - or worse the snort.

“Well, there are hot dogs right behind ya, Matt.” Jeff pointed, noticing his brother already had one on his plate anyway.

“Mustard shouldn’t taint the sanctity of the hot dog,” Matt defended, over dramatizing and taking a large bite out of said food.

You let out your amused snort, covering your lips as you started giggling. Jesus, it was impossible to hate them. Or even contemplate avoiding them.

What that meant as far as staying just friends? Who knows.

Both men’s faces lit up whenever you laughed without fail, Jeff juggling his plate in his hand and poking you right in your ticklish spot on your side, “What’re you laughin’ about? Pretty sure you have a list of things you don’t like to eat.”

You tried leaning away, clutching your paper plate and trying to salvage your mini feast, “J-Jeff! Stop, or I’m gonna make sure this lands right on you when you make me drop it—”

“Go ahead, I got no problem goin’ out there naked if you ruin my rags,” He shot back, poking both your sides this time after he set down his plate on the catering table behind him. You jumped in your skin, tempted to smash the plate into his face instead, but held on, just till the point Matt plucked the godforsaken thing out of your hand; always the peace keeper that guy.

Okay, not always - not by a long shot - but in this instance maybe it was getting out of hand with all the by standers and other wrestlers staring.

“Hey hey hey, no need to fight over lil’ ol me… ladies.” Matt pushed Jeff away lightly, and Jeff put up his fists, dancing around a bit.

“Oh, it’s gonna be like that? You wanna go again?”

Again, as in just like that Hardy vs Hardy nonsense they’d done for the Hardy Show. (if you haven’t seen either one, you’re missing out). Incredibly over acted, even for a pair of young wrestlers, but the scene before you was starting to look just like it.

Even funnier was the fact Matt was holding both your and his plates still, right up in Jeff’s business.

A short scan of the room and you saw a few people who actually looked concerned, a few people who were used to the banter and ignored it completely, and a few straggling wrestlers who were just going about grabbing their own food.

It was best to let them tussle it out when they were in their playful mode, so you did.

Whistling and crossing your arms behind your back, you let yourself enjoy the moment, or, you suppose: just live for the moment. Stress was for later.

Trish slid an elbow onto your shoulder, surprising you and taking your look away from them.

“Those two are always more wild when you’re around, you notice that?” She cooed, wiggling her brows.

“They’re always freakin’ animals, Trish.”

“I noticed. But when you’re with them it’s like they’re always making a fuss. Maybe they like keeping your attention,” Her blond hair swished over as she turned her head to meet you eye level.

You made a face, “We been friends for a long time.” Though you didn’t exactly hate this chick, you weren’t near BFFs. She was acting all nice now but you’d seen all her sides.

“All the more reason to make a move already,” she whispered to your ear, leaning on you more. “If you don’t step up and claim one of those Hardys, I will, hon.”

At that you exhaled hard, moving your shoulder so she tipped over slightly. She clicked her tongue and fixed her hair again, smirking at the brothers still bantering.

“I already kissed the little one a few times, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind some more.” Now sporting that full shit-eating grin, she began

sauntering away with hips a swaying.

Balling up a fist and holding onto your wrist with the other, you deeply fought the urge to deck her for real — you didn’t need to be getting suspended for unnecessary violence now, though.

But damnit if she ever tried making a move on either one of them again you wouldn’t hesitate; everyone knew she got around the locker room. The one thing that put you somewhat at ease was the recollection that Jeff had always complained about being forced to do the storyline with her way back when, followed by some joke (not really) that he’d much rather it be a long term storyline with you. He’d constantly said she was 'pretty, but really not the best person.’

Your fist loosened.

Trish passed right by them and they didn’t even lift a head — likely due to the fact Jeff was putting Matt in a head lock and Matt was trying to weakly elbow him in the stomach, plates somehow still in hand -


Spoke too soon.

The two plates spilled onto the floor, food splattering or rolling about — you gasped and hopped over the mess, pulling the two away so they wouldn’t end up slipping and killing themselves before they ever hit the cameras tonight.

They released each other too, grimacing at the waste.

“Look what you crazies did now,” you scolded, the power of it not much since your lips were curled into a faint smile. Everyone in their right mind knew it would happen, but it was still worth it to see their faces.

It so happened a stadium custodian was passing by, rolling their mop and bucket; the spill was spotted and they didn’t seem very amused.

Childish fighting aside, the demeanor of the Hardy Boyz did a 180 with them shuffling between apologizing and trying to lean down and help clean up.

“We’re real sorry, it won’t happen again,” Matt tried first. “It was mostly his fault, but we’ll both clean up.” Jeff finished, using the discarded plate to scoop up a good portion of the scattered bits.

The custodian sighed, using broom, mop, and gloves to do a far more adequate job, ready to mop up after as well.

On a few occasions one or both nearly slipped on stray pieces or condiments, but finally the mess was deleted and they were able to stand straight and steady.

“Just try not to spill more food, alright, kids.” The janitor advised, adjusting their cap.

You knew they hated being called kids or having their youth brought into things- they weren’t even that young anyway - but here they just nodded, honestly embarrassed.

“Won’t happen again, m'am.”

The older woman sighed and nodded, carrying on her way.

Jeff hit Matt in the chest with the back of his hand as soon as she was out of sight.

“M'am? Really?”

“Ah shut up.”

They had put up a typical gentleman front, if only for a few minutes, but couldn’t help maybe rolling their eyes at the way the janitor had acted. It was her job to clean up messes anyway, and it was an accident, so you couldn’t say you disagreed.

“Yo, I’m gonna go to the locker rooms to change. ’M all sweaty and I’d like to be comfortable before my body starts aching too much,” You rubbed your neck, seeing now that everyone had kinda given up on eating at the moment. You lost your appetite anyway.

Jeff crossed his arms.

“Ya big baby. And just cause you took a couple big bumps.”

Now it was your turn to roll your eyes.

“I’m not as much as a psychotic high flyer as y'all, I’m more down for sweeping out the legs and gettin’ down and dirty instead.”

It was a split second but that small part at the end made Jeff gulp, eyes narrowing. Matt quirked a brow at his brother, anticipating his response. Jeff stepped toward you, not only giving your side one last poke but also shamelessly swiping his other hand over your forehead - which as you said - was a lil sweaty.

“I don’t break a sweat that easy.”

“Oh my god, Jeff! You’re fucking disgusting sometimes,” Giving him a push, the noise you made after was a painful mix of laughing and out crying. “I’m going now. And my match lasted just as long as most of your’s, so we’ll see if you’re totally dry after you go out there!”

“So feisty.” The enigma teased, nose scrunching.

Matt laid a hand on the latter’s shoulder, “If you’re gonna prove it, let’s let Y/N do her thing and let’s go warm up so we don’t lose. You know she won’t let us live it down if she gets a win over us.”

“At least one of you has a little sense.” Your smirk at Jeff melted into a normal smile when you looked over at Matt.

Older Hardy returned that and opened his mouth to add more, only you held up a finger. “A little.”

And you pivoted back on your heel, extending your arms behind your head, holding one elbow first to get a good stretch.

After a few steps the brothers were still at it talking to each other, they never really stopped much, and it was hard to ever imagine them not being a team. You were grateful they let you have your space if you ever needed it, like right now.

You got to the locker rooms and changed out of your ring gear to a comfortable crop top and high waisted, torn jeans. You pulled what you could of your hair into a ponytail too before zipping up your bag and going to chill back in the lobby area.

For the first time that night it felt like you were alone, aside from the passing people backstage and the noise from the monitor that was showing all the current matches as they happened. You felt at home. You felt sore, and at home, but you were still relaxed in your foldable chair.

Closing your eyes, you let your mind wander some.

Jeff likes you.

Jeff, one half of your best friends in the world, likes you.

You would venture to say the other L word but you would never associate it with his feelings for you until he said it himself.

In a way, it all made sense, and you felt foolish not to notice it— Matt even said he knew for a long time. How long, you didn’t know, but you knew Jeff had play flirted with you for years — and you had flirted back. It was like human nature to you, but now that you knew he didn’t see you as a friend well…

You felt your face heat up, suddenly remembering all the small touches and kisses on the cheek you both had racked up with one another, and all the times Jeff had carried you when you were too drunk to stand or otherwise impaired. You supposed some of those occasions didn’t fall into the category of casual friend. Jeff was a wild man, strange in the good ways, but he was a freakin’ sweet heart too.

But on the other hand… and this was the part messing you up the most— you had a similar (albeit lesser) track record with Matt. Before he’d started dating Lita, you two were playful, practically laughed at any joke the other made, and maybe hugged more often than you had to; only after he’d began dating her you two still messed with each other but not nearly as much as before. That was because Matty had class and knew not to go kissing another girl’s cheek all the time when he was committed to a relationship— and there was probably no way he would’ve actually went so close to you and taught you (hands on) how to shoot properly if Lita had been around still.

And why did Matt not seem so sad after breaking up with a 6-year girlfriend? Mad, sure. Vengeful at his fake, close friend Edge? Sure. But after they broke up and Matt got all that well-expected rage out in yells and curses… he cooled down. He was carrying on relatively well for how much he had always said he loved her.

And you?

You were noticing things differently now that Matt was single again; for forever he was off the table, you were fine with it because he was happy and that made you happy, but now you felt more flustered whenever he touched you. And you always wanted to stare longer when he smiled.

You were a grown ass woman, he was still your friend, and you were reacting like some inexperienced girl.

Your arms fell over your eyes while you leaned back in the chair more.

You loved them.

Your foot stomped, shoving your gear bag away in frustration.

You fucking loved the Hardys.

How was that gonna work? In your dreams, maybe.

Finally, you were back in your hotel room.

While you were off your game dreaming, beating yourself up, and rolling your face into the pillows, it was soon apparent that Jeff had been thinking about you just as much - only less pathetically.

It was probably around midnight, since everyone from RAW would’ve only just gotten back sometime after 11, when he rapped on your door.

You unlocked it and cracked it open, squinting your eyes at the dimly lit hallway as if you’d just been sleeping.

“Sorry, were you already hitting the hay for the night? I can talk to ya tomorrow,” Jeff blurted, hands in the pockets of his hoodie.

“Ah, no. No no, I was just… lying down.” You shrugged, opening the door fully and letting him close it behind him. “I’m sore and I haven’t even gotten a chance to clean up yet.”

“And I know you can’t sleep unless you’re clean,” Jeff said, plopping down on the edge of your single bed.

“Yeppers.” You sat on the corner of the bed, only a couple feet separating the two of you. You were good at keeping a poker face, thank god, and were fairly confident you didn’t look like you’d just come to terms with the fact with your best friends.

Jeff wasn’t making it easy to stay all laid back, however, with the way he was fiddling with his chipped nail paint.

You pushed off the hands you were leaning back on, crossing your arms on your knees. “Jeff?”

“I wanted to let you know that… if any guy makes a move on you, and you don’t like him, you should tell me. Or tell Matt. I don’t want you to feel like you have to keep it to yourself just because you can handle it.”

You were quiet.

He glanced at you nervously, expecting your voice.

“Nitro’s been giving you looks for the last couple weeks, but what he did today wasn’t okay.”

You frowned, “I get a lot of looks from the guys. We all travel together and for some reason a lot of them think they can get with any female wrestler they want—” you lightly punched his arm. “I blame those 'ol bra and panty matches.”

Jeff coughed out a laugh, but tried getting serious again; his hand laid over your’s, which had settled back on the bed space between you.

“Yeah, I know. But just tell me if anybody makes you uncomfortable. I can’t stand the thought of any creep puttin’ his hands on you.”

You swallowed, slowly turning your hand so it was palm up to grip Jeff’s hand. Both of your palms were a little sweaty, but it was okay.

“Thanks, Jeffro.”

His tongue darted out to moisten his lips again, something he did when he was anxious, and his eyes trailed from your hands up to your face.

“Y/N… this is.. ehm… maybe an immature question to ask but,” He slowly snaked his hand out of your’s, wiping it on his pants, mumbling a soft sorry.

“Have you taken interest in any other wrestlers?” His eyes darted to your’s and he continued, as if to correct some terrible wrong. “If you do then Matt and I, we’ll know who not to beat up if he tries gettin’ with ya, ya know?”

That was adorable. And it made you rethink if he really liked you too or if he wanted you to be with someone else so he could be rid of a crush.

Your only answer, though, staring right into those pretty green eyes of his was simple (but with several meanings behind it): “Not that I can say, no.”

Because goddamn if you said who it was you did like - Jeff would probably think bad of you. Who on earth loved two people at the same time, right? One was a guy who just got out of a relationship and the other was his brother who was right… right in front of you.

As in, closer than before.

Your felt warm again, and you realized now it was because Jeff was leaning closer to you, his hand pressing into the sheets right by your hip, his face hovering just -

“Please don’t hate me for this, I just -” He rushed out the words, each breath against your parted lips until he closed the agonizing space.

His lips were tender— a pillowy press against your own even if they were slightly chapped. His eyes were closed tight, his body was tense; a true picture of a man who thought this was the only kiss he’d ever get from the one girl he actually cared for.

But it would be a crime if this was the only kiss you ever shared. Your body decided that before your mind had time to second guess it.

Jeff almost started to pull away, the pressure of his mouth lessening for a millisecond; but your fingers curled around his upper arm, keeping him leaned in. It just felt so… right. It felt like you’d kissed before.

His eyes snapped open and clashed with your half-lidded gaze. You two parted with a faint sound.

“You kissed me back.” He muttered.

Your heart thudded loudly in your ears while you nodded.

“Seems that way, smart one.” You flushed and bit the corner of your lip. If this was a dream you really were going to hell.

His forehead laid against your’s, and he eyed your lips.

“…That mean you’ll go out with me, sweetie pie?”

Oh, now you did feel giddy again. Somehow the way he said it then was more affectionate than ever, you felt like exploding.

“Yes. Fuck yes.”

All the nerves had left the building, neither of you able to break eye contact before your lips meshed again and again and again. That night you felt happier than you’d been able to in far too long.

And maybe that was attributed to the fact Jeff made you forget how sore your body was with… certain distractions. It was a good night and you had a little sleep over with Jeff, is all you could say.

[Yip. Might write what happened that night with Jeffro if peeps want it. ;) I’ll add the link to Part 2 when it’s all done!]

twofacedhero  asked:

Hello! Congrats on the new blog! 😄 also, I love your tags in the rules list - it's so cute wahh‼ Could I please request some headcanons on how Kirishima, Todoroki, and Amajiki (if you're okay with writing him!) would watch a scary movie with their s/o? Thank you 😊

Of course!!! And thank you! It’s a blast to write and have fun!!!


Kirishima Eijirou 

-total ham bone in loving that his s/o clings to him when they’re scared

-if they are a bad ass and love scary movies like me then he would appreciate how cool they are and fall harder for them

-probably be too manly to admit that he falls for jump scares and says he twitched to scare his s/o more 


-also would love a realistic horror

-or classic like the Blackwater

-honestly i think he’d think the effects are bad ass

-and mention it during the movie

-he’s totally a whisperer in the theatre

-y’know a whole play by play kind of guy

-want to talk about his favorite parts after the movie

-annnd want to get food with his s/o after

Todoroki Shouto

-it would probably be his s/o’s idea to even see the movie in the first place

-he can be a weenie

-would try to follow the plot

-would not react to jump scares or suspense music

-and be all confused why his s/o does, if they do

-if they don’t he’d be cool about it

-also would admire special effects and gore make up if they’re realistic

-internalize his comments 

-would be confused if his s/o grabbed his arm during the movie

-like all “are they okay?”

-i feel like he’d want dessert after

-like ice cream or those little snack cake thingies

-would listen to his s/o retell their thoughts of the movie

-and then ask questions about the plot holes

Amajiki Tamaki

-probably dig it because i feel like horror movies take away from the anxiety of reality

-like he could relax in knowing why the characters are scared

-totally falls for jump scares

-apologizes for his weenieness

-but enjoys the time with his s/o because of how much he’d admire them

-if they were not so okay with horror, he’d be there to hold them

-if it was a movie at their house/dorm/apartment, he’d ask if they want to watch something else

-if it was at a theatre, he’d turn their head into his shoulder at the bad parts

-if it was like really bad, he’d take his s/o out of the theatre and go get ice cream

-wouldn’t really talk too much about the movie after the act

-unless his s/o is into that

-might feel a bit more paranoid after, might not? anxiety manifests differently in each person

-totally would want to get some sustenance after the movie

-more time with the s/o is more time in heaven’s light kind of guy, i think

-honestly, pure cinnamon roll elf sasuke would  just enjoy the experience of watching his s/o’s reactions


This was fun! Sorry if Amajiki wasn’t perfect? I don’t know if I have a good grasp on him yet.

Thanks for the request!!! 


Imagine having a baby with Sonny Carisi

(A/N: Sorry for the long wait, I re-worte this whole thing to make it ten times better and consequently much longer. I don’t know why but I’m currently obsessed with babies. That’s a lie. I do know why, my cousin is pregnant and I’m super excited. I’m definitly going to make continuations with this little family I’ve created. I love it so much. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. It;s just so cute and fluffy. Ahh.)

Imagine having a baby with Sonny Carisi

“No.” you stated, shaking your head.

“What?” Sonny asked his voice a mixture of confusion and shock.

“I said no.” you repeated.

“What do you mean?” he questioned.

“I mean what I said, no. I won’t do it.” you states once again before turning away from him.

“Why not?” he asked, getting up and spinning you back round to face him.

“Because you’re only asking because I’m pregnant.” you informed.

“That’s not true.” he tried to reassure.

“Yes it is.” you argued, “Why are you asking now today then? What’s so special about today?”

He didn’t have an answer for you. He face screwed up trying to come up with a believable answer that would satisfy you. You decided to put him out of his misery.

“Exactly, you’re only asking because we found out we’re having a baby.” you confirmed.

“Y/N, I’m asking because I love you and want to spend the rest of my life with you.” he tried to reason, grabbing hold of your hands.

“Sonny, it’s not that I don’t want to marry you. Of course I do. I love you more than I love myself. Which you know is an extremely hard thing to do with a narcissist like me.” you joked trying to be serious for comedic effect, “But I didn’t want you to ask like this. Like you’re obliged too.”

“I don’t feel that way…” he began.

“I know you don’t but that’s what everyone going to think.” you reminded.

“Since when do you care?” he questioned skeptical.

“I don’t care what they think. I care about how I feel. I don’t want to get married now especially after finding out we’re having a baby. It’s too much effort.” you sighed, nursing your temple as the mere thought of it was giving you a migraine.

“Alright,” he agreed reluctantly, “When do you want me to ask?”

“A year.” you stated.

“A year?” he questioned.

“One year.” you repeated for reassurance.

“And you’ll actually say yes in one years time?” he asked jokingly.

“Depends on how cute this kid is.” you winked.

A smile broke out on his face, chuckling he grabbed hold of you and pull you close. Putting his arms around your waist. Instinctively, you put yours around his neck.

“If they look anything like you. It’s practically grantee.” he whispered into your ear. leaning down.

“And if they look anything like you. God save their soul.” you teased, shaking your head playfully and giving him a wink.

A flash of annoyance flashed across Sonny’s face as you broke into laughter. After trying to be miffed he eventually gave in. Leaning down and placing a kiss on your chuckling lips.

You had been in a relationship with Sonny for four years and been partners at SVU for four and a half at that point. You had just celebrated your forth anniversary of dating with a low-key dinner at your shared apartment that you two had bought two years pervious, a few weeks ago. Up until yesterday you thought that was going to be the latest milestone for a while. That was until yesterday.

You had found out you were expecting a baby. You’d found out together. You’d been throwing up non-stop all night the day before yesterday. In fact you had to take the day off as you hadn’t gotten any sleep. Sonny had gone to work and you were at home trying to rest and get better. It wasn’t until you looked at the calendar on the fridge. That the you considered the thought that it might have not been that two day old chicken and mayonnaise sandwich you’d stolen off Finn that was making you sick.

Sonny called you about midday to see how you were doing and to see if you needed anything.

“Is there anything else you want?” he asked after you told him that you’d run out of bread and you wanted him to bring home chicken soup for dinner.

“I don’t want you to get your hopes up but I think I might be pregnant.” you practically whispered down the line.

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anonymous asked:

Do you know of any places to find Hellenic art of the Theoi I'm sorry if this is strange but I can't find any good quality art anywhere lol

I guess that would depend entirely on what you define as good, and if you’re looking for art specifically by and for Hellenic polytheists, or if you’re just looking for good art of the Theoi in general. If you’re wanting to find art you like of the Theoi, regardless of the faith of the artist, then browsing Deviantart and Etsy both yields some good results.

Zeus by Varges

Prometheus Chained by NathanRosario

Dionysus portrait by Fedini

- Greek Gods I - by ooneithoo

seahorses by Raipun (their story associated with the painting is like 200% wrong, but they were inspired by Greek mythology for the painting)

hera by JuleeMClark

Theogony- Hera by marcoso86

MYth character: Hera by zeldacw (the artist of this piece also writes and draws a comic that follows the different myths of the Theoi, and while it’s not 100% accurate to the original myths, it is very enjoyable to read)

Classic Mythology: Hera by HanieMohd

Project ‘Dance with Dionysos _ A la peripherie’ by olivier-ramonteu

Dionysos by matriochka-design

Les bustes de Dionysos by titcoeur

3D Printed Head of Ares Sculpture by  Edge3D

ARES MARS Greek God of War Alabaster Statue by greekartifact

If you’re looking for more historical art then I suggest googling for replica art of ancient Greek scultpure, mosaics, and vase paintings. has a pretty extensive selection of images of ancient Greek art as well, and looking through their stuff can help you find classical art of the Theoi.

If you’re looking more for stuff that’s done by Hellenic polytheists, then unfortunately I don’t know a lot of Hellenic polytheists who make art (or if they do they don’t share a lot of it on here), and so it’s really just a matter of grabbing onto the gems you can find in the tags and checking their page to see if they have any other art of the Theoi.

I have some art of the Theoi, and it’s all tagged as “My Art” on my blog.

Anyone else who worships the Theoi and makes art of them is more than welcome to reblog this with a link to your stuff if you want to share, personally I’d be thrilled to know which people to follow for art that’s by and for Hellenic polytheists.

New series inspired by, but not in, the Slender Man Mythos

(posting again because I’m not 100% sure my posts are showing up in tags at all - new blog) 

 Hi Slenderverse! I feel a little weird posting this here (it feels like a cry for attention instead of promotion, tbh), but in case anybody is looking for some new series’ to check out, I thought I’d post a link to mine here! I probably won’t do that a lot, since it really does feel like begging for views, but once or twice to get the word out can’t hurt! 

 It’s really a hobby project I started last year inspired by all the crazy cool stuff that’s been made in the Slenderverse, particularly by Marble Hornets, Tribetwelve, and Everymanhybrid. I’ve always admired the work those guys did ever since I found the mythos in 2011, and they inspired me to create something of my own. After 6 years I finally have something semi-together! It’s not finished, for sure, but there are 6 episodes up so far! I posted a new one today!

 I should say outright: THERE IS NO SLENDER MAN IN THIS SERIES. NOR THE RAKE. OR ANYTHING IN THAT CANON. So in case that’s what you were lookin’ for, then sorry. I felt like there were so many great ones that I wanted to create something entirely original. 

 I’m gonna be honest with y’all, its not perfect. It can be really cringey and bad sometimes, I know, but I tried my best to take some of the classic Slenderverse tropes and rework them in a new way. It’s really just an outlet for me to practice my vfx and storytelling skills in a way that won’t be directly connected to my actual professional work. And it’s a hobby, so I can’t always guarantee regular updating. My major in college takes up a lot more of my time than I ever expected it to. If this series actually doesn’t suck (like I’m expecting it to, lol) then I will have told a short story that actually holds a lot more meaning (and means a lot to me personally) than it initially seems.

 So, if you’re interested, here’s my little webseries tribute to my love of the Slenderverse and horror ARGs. If you do decide to click the link, then welcome to the trash fire, and I hope you have fun meeting mary, she’s a character.

 note: this blog is the out-of-game source for the series - so feel free to give it a follow for occasional behind the scenes dorkiness. Lots of love, k.

(edit: put in a new link because i too was getting a broken link.. thanks tumblr..)

Random Drabble #1: Metal

Originally posted by 7teans

Title: Metal

Random Matchup: Woozi | Finding Out You Listen To Metal Music

Pairing: Woozi x Reader

Genre: Fluff

A/N: Dude this is so fun I love doing these randomly matched drabbles haha, this is my first one. Let me know if you want more, it’s kinda weird and different, but I listen to metal so I had to, I just didn’t think this scenario would get matched up with Woozi lol so yeah, Enjoy haha

Send Me Two Numbers between 1-26 and I will make a drabble from it.


Looking around you stepped into the warm Pledis Headquarters as a new song played into your ears at full blast. Can I Play With Madness by Iron Maiden began to play and you nodded your head to the guitars and drums.

You nodded at the secretary at the desk, not needing to stop by to check in, she knew you all too well by now. Making your way down the hallway you reached the artist’s studios, where all the artist could produce their music. You stopped in front of the door with a gold sign reading “Jihoon” on it and pulled out one of your earbuds, turning down the music as you stepped in.

“Jihoon?” You said as you popped your head into the door, looking around before seeing his pink hair barely peeking over the large office chair, headphones on, fingers typing frivolously into the computer keyboard.

You smiled, realising he was too focused to notice you enter, but not wanting to interrupt you plopped yourself down on the sofa, sticking your earbud back in and pulling up Facebook messaging Vernon quickly.

     You: How does one get Jihoons attention?

     Vernon: Ah, is he ignoring you again?

     You: Not purposely, I just came in to see him but he is so into what he is doing he hasn’t even looked over to seen me walk in.

     Vernon: You don’t want to interrupt him again? When will you learn he needs to pay attention to you more. He has the most awesome girl in the world and he just ignores her. How rude.

You chuckle. Vernon and You had been best friends for years, you met when he lived in the states. When he moved to Korea to become an idol you kept in touch. After you started college a position opened up for a transfer to Korea, and since you didn’t really get along well with your family, and you missed your best friend a lot, you packed up and left without second guessing.

That’s when you met all the other members of Seventeen. They all welcomed you with open arms. All except Jihoon who was super shy, Veron told you later that he talked about you a lot and showed photos of you to the members and Jihoon took an interest in you.

It took three months before he asked you out, and here you were now, sitting in his studio as he was working on Seventeens upcoming album.

     You: Oh shush I just don’t want to bother him. He is working so hard right now.

     Vernon: Whatever you say, hey didn’t you say you were going to a concert tomorrow?

     You: Yeah, I am going to see Lamb Of God, I am surprised they are actually coming here, but I am not complaining.

     Vernon: Have you told Jihoon?

     You: No, why?

     Vernon: Don’t you think you should?

     You: Uh, I mean I guess so. I don’t see why it is such a big deal, it’s just a concert.

You could practically hear Vernon snicker, you hadn’t talked to Jihoon about how you listened to Heavy Metal mostly because you thought he would dislike you for it.  Jihoon mostly listened to soft Pop and classical music, occasionally though you would catch him listening to Fall Out Boy or Paramore which made you smile, but you knew there is no way he would ever like your metal music and that was okay, you just worried he would think you were weird.

Mind wandering, you laid down on the sofa, closing your eyes and enjoying as your music continued to play, the guitar solos always gave you chills and the double bass made you want to bang your head till it was sore. Before you knew it you were dozing off.

You were woken up to a kiss on the nose. Wrinkling your nose you looked up at your lovely boyfriend who looked back at you, his face a mixture of confusion and shock.

“Y/n? How long have you been here?” He said as you sat up and crossed your legs and looked at him, taking out your headphones tilting your head.

“Sorry, what did you say, my music was still on.” 

He chuckled a little. “Why do you always have your music up so loud it’s going to hurt your ears,” he said as sat down next to you and leant over, moving a piece of hair behind your ear. “I asked how long you have been here.”

You smiled, “Hey, I enjoy my music is all,” you say as you blush before looking down at your phone. “I got here about an hour ago, but I didn’t want to bother you so I just waited, sorry I dozed off,” you said as you took your headphones out of your mp3 player and put them in your pocket.

He rolls his eyes. “You can always stop me, you know I won’t get mad,” he said as he leant back against the sofa.

“I know, I just didn’t want to,” you said as you placed your mp3 in your back pocket, but suddenly it starts playing at full volume, A Slayer song came blasting from the speakers and you jumped and tried to stop it. “Shoot! Sorry, sorry!” You finally press stop and look up at Jihoon his face, looking at you in shock.

“Sweetheart, what are you listening to!?” He said suddenly and grabbed your Mp3 player from your hands and scrolled through the playlist it was on. “You listen to Heavy Metal!” He looks at you confused “Why didn’t you say that you did?”

You facepalmed and rubbed your hands down your face slowly. “Yeah, I started listening to it when I was in high school, Vernon and I went to a few shows back in the day.”

He furrowed his brow. “So you and Vernon both listen to Metal?”

You chuckled, “Oh god no, Vernon tagged along with me because I made him, but in return, I had to go to his rap concerts.” You scrunched your nose thinking of having to attend the T-Pain concert, it was awful.

Jihoon laughed a little at your reaction before he handed you back your mp3 player. “Sounds lovely.” He paused then bit his lip, “Why have you never mentioned it before?”

You shrugged, “I knew you didn’t like it so I never bothered to tell you I guess, sorry babe.”

He smiled a little, “I guess you’re right, I am not much for crazy music, I prefer calm relaxing music.”

“I will admit though, I was worried you would think I was crazy or not like me because of it,” you said as you blushed looking down at your mp3.

“Don’t be silly, that such a petty thing to think,” he said has he lifted your chin and kissed your lips. “I am happy I learned something new about you today”



You ignored your phone going off as you kissed him back. Once you separated you looked down at your phone “Oh, there is one more thing I need to tell you,” you say as you look at the messages.

     Vernon: If it’s ‘just a concert’ why not invite him along?

     Vernon: Also Seungkwan told me if you do, make sure you record his reaction

“I am actually going to a concert tomorrow, Vernon thinks you should come with me, but you don’t have to if you don’t want to,” you said as you reply to Vernon quickly, turning off your phone and shrugging.

“I, uh, if it will make you happy I will go with you, but I know I won’t enjoy the music.”

You chuckle and give him a quick peck on the cheek, “It’s okay, I don’t expect you to, thank you.”

He blushed slightly and rubbed the back of his neck. “Your welcome.”



I was tagged by @logarithmicpanda thank you!

1. Which book has been on your shelves the longest?

The French Lieutenant’s Woman by John Knowles. I borrowed it off a friend when I was a bright and bushy first year lit student and literally haven’t touched it because I spent the next three years drowning in Chaucer and the last two years since graduating avoiding all classics.

2. What is your current read, your last read and the book you’ll read next?

I’m currently reading the Spiritwalker trilogy by Kate Elliot, I’ve just finished Cold Fire and I’m about to start Cold Steel. After that I’m probably going to read Six Wakes by Mur Lafferty (locked room murder mystery IN SPACE WITH CLONES).

3. Which book does everyone like and you hated?

Throne of Glass lol

4. Which book do you keep telling yourself you’ll read, but you probably won’t?

Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrel, I’ve tried like, 4 times.

5. Which book are you saving for “retirement?”

In theory, Lord of the Rings. If I do the masters course I want to do, I’ll have to read it before then as it will definitely be a compulsory text, but if not, there’s… many fantasy books with female characters that I could read instead!

6. Last page: read it first or wait till the end?

It really depends for me. Normally I’m very much a ‘no spoilers’ person – but if a book is going in a direction I don’t like (particularly romance wise), I may skip ahead just to prepare myself for inevitable disappointment.

7. Acknowledgements: waste of ink and paper or interesting aside?

Oh my god for me this isn’t even a question. Definitely ‘interesting asides’. I love hearing about writers’ lives and writing processes. Like, I feel like the number of cats an author owns is *incredibly important*. And did you know the Strange the Dreamer was originally one book, and that Lazlo wasn’t the protagonist? Have you read N.K. Jemisin’s awesome interview of herself at the end of The Killing Moon? If I Was Your Girl also has a really interesting appendix that I think really puts the book in context. Gosh everyone should read acknowledgements literally everyone.

8. Which book character would you switch places with?

Ooh this such a cool question!! I’m going to say Agniezska in Uprooted. There’s so many fantasy worlds I love but they’re all pretty shitty for women, at least Uprooted’s world isn’t! And if you know how the book ends, all of that scary middle section would be so much more chill.

 9. Do you have a book that reminds you of something specific in your life (a person, a place, a time)?

Clockwork Prince will always remind me of my university interviews. I stayed in Oxford for interviews for a week, and by the end I was exhausted and stressed. But the interviews finished on the day that CP came out, so I bought it on the way to the station, along with some super fancy chocolate, and then got on a train and read it solid for four and a half hours. (It’s a happy memory, because I got in!)

 10. Name a book you acquired in some interesting way.

My friend and I organised for Patrick Rothfuss to come to our university to give a talk about his Worldbuilders charity (and writing, obvs). The reason he could make it is because he was already at a fantasy convention in the UK at the time. But the fantasy con had given him too many freebies to take back to the US with him so….Patrick Rothfuss personally gave me 10 books, and heard me screaming like a fanatic when he left the room to get his taxi.

 11. Have you ever given away a book for a special reason to a special person?

No, I haven’t, really :/ I’ve given a lot of special people books for their birthdays, though.

 12. Which book has been with you to the most places?

Tamora Pierce’s Wild Magic series travelled all the way from the UK to New Zealand with me, and I took them everywhere – on the whale watching boat, to the Kiwi sanctuary, on a glacier……

13. Any “required reading” you hated in high school that wasn’t so bad ten years later?

Lol as an English lit student this is pretty much isn’t a thing for me. However, I read Beowulf for my university personal statement, as it was a compulsory first year text for the course I wanted to take, and hated it, but when I studied it in first year I freaking loved it.

14. What is the strangest item you’ve ever found in a book?

I really want to hear the story behind this question because I have never found anything strange in a book. Are you ok, OP?

15. Used or brand new?

Whatever is cheapest, tbh. 

16. Stephen King: Literary genius or opiate of the masses?

*crouches in protective foetal position on the floor and whispers* I have never read any Stephen King D: D: D: 

17. Have you ever seen a movie you liked better than the book?

Howl’s Moving Castle is this, for me. And Lord of the Rings (the films have more action, and less talk of trees). 

18. Conversely, which book should NEVER have been introduced to celluloid?

Fifty Shades of Grey because they can’t even show graphic sex in a movie like what else is left?????? 

19. Have you ever read a book that’s made you hungry, cookbooks being excluded from this question? 

Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, obviously. 

20. Who is the person whose book advice you’ll always take?

@b00kstorebabe (although she’s not really on tumblr anymore).

I’m tagging: @theinkstainsblog, @nerdishfeels, @books-are-portals, @magic-in-every-book