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K6034 2000 follower give away

So, I am currently 100 followers away from 2000, and to celebrate I’m going to do a follower giveaway from my RedBubble store

These are the current works I have in my shop portfolio (if there’s anything in my art tag you want in my store, let me know)

5 people will win a choice between any t shirt / tank top, iphone / samsung phone case, poster, print, calendar, pillow, mug, notebook (spiral or hardcover), tote bag, studio pouch, clock or assorted collection of stickers 


  • MUST be following me - it is a follower give away after all!
  • Reblog this post to spread the word
  • If you don’t want to be entered but can spread the word, reblog with “#boost only”
  • Winners will be drawn when my follower count hits 2000. When that will be, I can’t say, but I’ll let you know when I’m close. Follow the tag K6034comp to see updates
  • Must be comfortable with sending me your name and address so I can send the prizes over
  • Must have messaging system open to be contacted with or some kind of way of contacting you

Click here to explore my store and browse the prizes YOU could win!

Only Us (Part Six)

Pairing: Peter Parker (Tom Holland) x Reader

Summary:  What happens when the reader saves Spiderman…while he’s saving you? (things have changed but fuck it I’m still using this summary cuz idk)

Word Count: 1947

Warning(s): Swearing, parental neglect 

Additional Notes: If you would like to be tagged for every part of this series let me know by commenting or something else idk. 

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  

“How dare you!” I heard my mother yell as I entered our apartment. Her and my Dad were fighting…again. I shut the door walking to the kitchen where the yelling occurred. Just to my luck I had to walk through the kitchen to get to my bedroom. Curse our damn small apartment.

“Oh shut up.” My dad mumbled. “It’s not like it means anything.” I ran my hands through my hair trying to walk past them.

“What the hell are you doing here?” My mom glared at me.

“I live here.” I mumbled. She glared at me shaking her head.

“You know Will, the worst thing we ever did was make her.” She glared at me as tears sprung in my eyes. That always hurt. I turned walking toward my room used to the verbal abuse they always inflicted on me. I stopped when I saw my door wide open. That never happened. I always locked it. I slowly walked into the room tears falling from my face as I saw the destruction that littered all over the floor. I closed the door locking it again quickly walked toward my bookshelf finding my favorite opening it to find all my money gone. No. I thought paging through it quickly. No no no no. That was all of my money. My eyes squeezed shut and I through the book across the room my head falling into my hands.

“Woah.” I heard a familiar muffled voice from my window. I looked up to find Spiderman outside my building looking inside the room. “Are you okay Y/N?” He asked panic in his voice. My eyes locked with his covered face.

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One and Only pt. 5 (final)

Prompt: You need a little bit of T.L.C. after being shot on a mission and that includes a new roommate. You have a massive crush on him and he’s clueless.

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 1,111

Warnings: just super fluffy, per usual

A/N: and we have come to the end! i know it was short but that’s okay. it was fluffly and cute and nice (:

Tagged: @defendors @marvelfandom-stuff @cchrriissuuu @katexbishopx @all-around-geek@thorne93@brittanymcsharry @rileyloves5 @scaly-manfish @vaultingphilosophy @kaitlynthehuman@marvelous-fvcks @jordanbella @sweet-honey15 @lostinspace33 @tatortot2701

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Originally posted by imultifandomstuff

The few days without Steve were hard, harder than you expected. But because of your pride, you tried to do things as you normally would, as if you weren’t still injured. But you struggled. And because of that, you made the couch your bed and ordered takeout for every meal. Netflix was your best friend. You’d watched too many movies to count. You’d downloaded way too many apps on your phone to pass the time without him, without any interaction.

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HOLY SHIT I HIT 1,000!!!

Originally posted by parrilla-collins

1,000 Follower Celebration Challenge!!!

First of all, I want to thank each and every one of ya’ll for taking a chance on me and reading my fics. This blog used to be my personal, and I understand that some of my old followers may have stuck around, but I literally cannot believe how quickly my little squad has grown!!!

Thank you for being patient with me, thank you for reading the things I post, thank you for being supportive and lovely and making my days better.

So enough about me, here’s my two cents on this challenge.
I wanted to do something that wasn’t exhausted already (ie song, drabble, head canon etc), and considering the wild amount of challenges that have been going on since December, I didn’t want to overbear anyone. (Don’t worry, next milestone I’ll be doing something for everyone!) So I’m combining a list of my favourite things to make things a bit easier on ya’ll. Please read carefully all of the rules below. Just send me an ASK if you’re unsure of anything. And of course, there will be a huge celebratory masterlist permanently posted on my blog afterwards!

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Son of a Patriotic Biscuit (Part 5)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 1689

Warnings: None (this is literally just fluff, guys)

A/N: It’s hard to believe that there’s only one more part! You guys have been awesome, and I am so very appreciative of the reception this story has had! It’s not to late to be added to the tag list for the final part if you want, just let me know. As always, feedback is appreciated. Gif is not mine.

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four

Your name: submit What is this?

This time when I woke, the room was a bright white that burned into my eyeballs, even though my eyes were still closed. All the same, it was much more comforting than the last time I’d fallen from consciousness. Especially seeing as I hadn’t expected to wake up at all. Gradually, I became more aware of my surroundings, but this also brought with it the pain from my numerous injuries, though I was definitely on heavy pain medication.

With a small groan, I forced my eyes to open and noticed Steve sitting by the side of the bed, wearing a  blue t-shirt and sweats. His hands held my right one and his face was pressed against the bed as he slept. The noise I made must’ve woken him up, for his blue eyes opened groggily. When he realized I was looking back at him, he shot bolt upright, creases from the sheets crisscrossing the side of his face.

“What were you thinking?” Of all the possible greetings, that was one that I was not expecting.

“Well hello to you too,” I replied tiredly and a bit snappishly, my voice rough from disuse.

“I expressly told you to stay here!” Well, now I knew where I was. “I knew you weren’t ready for a mission, but did you listen to me? No. You didn’t. And as a result, you were tortured for three weeks,” That answered how long I’d been missing, “and now you’re laying in that bed, and have been for the past two days. None of us were sure when or even IF you were going to wake up.” Throughout his little scolding, I stared at him indifferently, definitely high on whatever medication they had me on,  raising an eyebrow at his excessive reaction

“You are a sad, strange little man,” was all I could think of, pain medication muddling my brain.

“That’s all YOU CAN SAY?” Apparently, I had said the wrong thing, as his loud, angry tone clearly conveyed. “You almost DIED, and all you can do is INSULT me? The person who saved your LIFE?” He probably said more, but I passed out again at that point, half amused that he hadn’t recognized Toy Story.

When I woke up, for good this time, the super soldier was still the one sitting beside me. He was asleep again, and I could tell from the window that it was the middle of the night. Since he wasn’t holding onto my hand this time, I took the opportunity to run my fingers through his hair - something I had dreamed of doing since my crush on him formed. It was just as soft as I had imagined, so I kept carding through it, smoothing the rumpled look that told me how tired he was.

Several minutes later, I was almost falling into asleep when Steve stirred. I gave him a small smile as my hand fell away from his hair. Sitting up more, he leaned forward and settled his face in his hands for a moment before looking back up at me.

“Hey. It’s good to see your eyes again.”

“There, see? That’s the greeting I was expecting when I first woke up.” I allowed my grin to spread wider across my face. An answering one slowly formed on Steve’s, and I was immensely grateful at being spared another lecture.

“Yeah… I guess I just… You really had me scared, doll.” He rubbed the back of his neck either nervously or sheepishly. Possibly a combination of both.

“I would’ve thought you’d be thinking more along the lines of ‘good riddance,’” I raised an eyebrow at him. “After all, you seem to believe that I’m particularly useless.” If I didn’t know better, I would have said that his shoulders slumped a little.

“You really think I would think that?” The question just slipped out of his mouth, sounding the tiniest bit sad.

“I mean, you’re always saying that I’m not ready…” I shrugged helplessly, not really knowing what else I could say. I mean, there had been the little moment right before I got myself caught, but I didn’t remember enough detail to recall if it changed anything. What little I could only served to strengthen the idea that he thought I needed looking out for and couldn’t handle it myself.

“You’re anything but useless, and I’m sorry I’ve ever made you feel like that… I just didn’t want you getting hurt. Now look how that turned out.” I tried to ignore my sinking heart - it sounded more like care for a sibling than anything else. I would just have to push my crush away like the impossible dream it was, but there was one question I had to ask first.

“You were going to say something then, before we split up in the warehouse… Mind me asking what it was?” I had to take a breath and steel myself for the answer, not entirely sure I would like it.

“You mean when you were tricking me into leaving you behind?” He sounded more amused than reproachful.

“That’s the one.”

“I was just… going to tell you that… that I… just that I’ve been… in love with you for a while now… and that I needed you to make it out of there.” His eyes were fixated on the floor, even as I melted at his answer, letting out a relieved sigh.

“Fricken fracken, mother truckin’, son of a biscuit eating, little old timing grandpa,” I paused before continuing under my breath, “with the body of a twenty-year-old.” That was apparently all I needed to draw his gaze up to mine, though there was a sadness there. I realized he thought that I was rejecting him. “Steve, I needed you to make it out of there. I knew what they do to people, and that you would be fascinating to them as a result of the whole super-soldier thing. I wasn’t about to let anyone else go through that, especially not the man I’m in love with. I figured that since I’d already survived and escaped once that I could manage it again. Or at least that it wouldn’t matter if I died.”
“Wait, did you…?” His face scrunched up adorably in confusion and I had to resist the urge to lift my hand to touch his cheek. Mostly because it would hurt. “Did you really say what I think you said?”

“Depends on you think I said.” I thought back through what I had said, freezing for a millisecond when I realized what he must’ve been referring to.

“That you love me.” There was hope in his eyes, and I could see it - the same hope that I was sure had filled my eyes when he had confessed.

“Yeah. And I meant it.”

“I was worried I had imagined it for a second there.” He stood, and I tensed, fearful that he was deciding to leave, but relaxed as he moved to stand closer to my head. “It means I can finally do this.” Steve bent down to press a gentle kiss to my forehead, my cheek, my nose, before finally touching his lips to mine softly. All too soon he was pulling away and I heard a small whine of disappointment escape me. Chuckling lightly, he took his seat again, picking up my hand and rubbing his thumb over the knuckles.

“You fricken fracken, mother truckin’, son of a biscuit eating, amped up, steroid pumped little man. You can’t just leave it like that. Get back up here.” My, oh my, I sounded like a needy five year old. To be fair, I had been pining for the super soldier for a while, not to mention the whole “almost dying” thing, so I felt completely justified in demanding a little more attention. This brought a real laugh from him, brightening the room a little more.

“There will be plenty of time. For now, it’s the middle of the night. You need to rest.”

“Fricken fracken, mother truckin’, son of a biscuit eating, little prehistoric relic that belo–” I was cut off by his lips pressing against mine again. Smiling into the kiss, I moved my mostly uninjured wing to hold him closer to me. Eventually, of course, we had to pull back for air, so I took the opportunity to finish my phrase. “That belongs in a museum.” Smugly, I grinned up at him, wincing only slightly as it pulled at the injured skin.

“And here I was thinking that you loved me,” Steve replied, dramatically moving a hand to his heart as though I had wounded him. “Yet here we are, and you continue to insult me while barely pausing to take a breath between barbs.”

“Hey, I can’t help it if you leave yourself open to them. I simply have to take advantage of the opportunities as they come.” We laughed together at that.
“I suppose that’s true… Fair enough. You really should rest, though, alright?” He could see that I was about to argue, and continued so I couldn’t interrupt. “I’ll be right here when you wake up, and you can insult me some more then. How does that sound?”

“Spangles, I’ve been asleep for long enough. Besides, I… I don’t want t-to.” Sheepishly, I acknowledged my fear of the nightmares I knew were coming without saying it out loud, hoping that Steve would read between the lines and know what I meant. Fortunately, he picked up on my meaning, his eyes softening in sympathy.

“No one is going to hurt you here. I’ll chase all the nightmares away, doll.” He gently lifted my hand in his, placing it on his chest, over his heart. We sat there like that for a long moment, his steady heartbeat soothing my fraying nerves. “Feel that? As long as it’s still beating, I promise you I will keep you safe.” I nodded hesitantly, sinking back into the bed as Steve took his seat beside me again. With my cold hand in between his warm ones, I found my eyelids growing heavy again, and soon I was fast asleep.

Part Six

Forever Tags: @riddikulus-obsessions

Son of a Patriotic Biscuit Tags: @addictivewriter @barnes-toddpartnersinheartbreak @wildestdreamsrps

Series Masterlist

Just Yours - Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Seventeen - More than Friends

A/N: Well, we haven’t had a proper Rafael/reader fight yet, so here one is! I know this is long, but I don’t even feel sorry. Please let me know what you think!!! This chapter is set around the episode, Padre Sandunguero.
Word Count: 5,140
Pairing: Rafael Barba x Reader
Synopsis: Jealousy and anger arise after Nick’s father is arrested for domestic violence.
Tags: @sergeantdodds, @sweetsummertime99, @evs14u, @gibbs274, @standing-in-a-downpour (Let me know if you wish to be tagged!)

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Fic Authors Self Rec

So @taggiecb tagged me to do this thing of recc’ing my own fics (YIKES) and then tagging other authors. These are in no particular order, counting down, I guess. I’ve added links to the tumblr posts where I can find ‘em.

5. Hold My Heart by me and @a-writerwrites   This is the first (and so far only) piece I’ve co-written and I had SUCH A FUCKING BLAST working on it! We worked really well together IMNSHO, and I just had so much fun. It really flowed, and there were a few moments where we were screaming on Whats App “OMG I DID NOT KNOW THAT WAS GOING TO HAPPEN.”

4. An Ocean View.  This one hasn’t gotten very many hits, but I really like it. It’s sort of canon AU, mostly smut, because I wanted to write a light bondage with sheers for @taggiecb and @realitybetterthanfiction, because that’s what friends do.

3. What’s Another Word For… Apparently I was in a really good place at the end of last year because I wrote several short things that were intended to be funny, and this is probably my favorite. I literally snorted loudly multiple times while writing it.

2. Dance Me (to the End of Love) (tumblr post here). Obviously inspired by the late, great Leonard Cohen. This is my version of utter fluff which apparently means that it has to have angst involved.

1. Feels Like Coming Home (rebloggable post here HA HA). This is my most recent fic, and at 60K is the longest thing I’ve ever done. Writing it was really a transformative process for me, at times it just FLOWED and at times it…did not. I worked harder on this than anything else I’ve done, and got so much amazing help and support from amazing writer’s community. This one really helped me to learn more about trusting the writing process and my own brain (which is not easy to do!!). It also has one of my favorite lines I’ve ever written in it.

Okay, I’m gonna tag @fruxoo @gettingaphdinlarry @londonfoginacup @letsjustsee @fullonlarrie @suddenclarityharry

Get to know me Tag

Tagged by @nonsimsical. Thank you so much, Dani! <3

  • Relationship Status: Forever alone
  • Last Song I Listened To: Tony Junior - Twerk Anthem Original Mix
  • Last Book Read/Listened To: Does fanfiction counts?
  • Favorite Color: Black, blue, purple
  • Top Three Shows: TWD, Lucifer, Teen Wolf
  • Top Three Characters: Daryl Dixon, Lucifer, Derek Hale. hehee
  • Top Three Ships: Too many ships.. the sea isn’t big enough.

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idk what this tag is called but @8twenty1 tagged me (thx love)

rules: answer the 20 questions and tag 20 amazing followers you would like to get to know better

name: jalyn

nickname: jay, j, jayrock or jay jay

zodiac sign: sagittarius

height: 5′8? 5′9??

orientation: straight as far as i know

ethnicity: african american and vietnamese

favorite fruit: oranges or pineapples

favorite season: winter

favorite book series: i usually read sociology and psychology books, but i think the only book series ive ever read and finished was emily windsnap the mermaid in the sixth grade..

favorite flowers: do succulents count?? if not then any blue or purple flowers lol i dunno

favorite scent: fresh air or fruit

favorite color: orange!!

favorite animal: puma or tiger

coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: tea

average sleep hours: 7??

cat or dog person: dogs..cats are cute only when they have hair

favorite fictional characters: mylene cruz - the get down

number of blankets you sleep with: four omg

dream trip: chicago, seattle, seoul, tokyo, any big city really

blog created: february 28, 2017

number of followers: 130!! (a HUGE milestone for me lol thank you all)

im going to tag..

@2unmi @yoongissoftgf @cuddlesuga @g1ossylips @jjksgrl @leesang @4jimn @haechaan @namkwan @7thsensebynct @roseybalm @loveutae @oohahh @chaes @01je @nctncts @ilovewjh @lvoeletter @flowrcafe @trademarklee

and really all my followers bc i want get to know you allllll so feel free to repost this if you want!!!

Thanks @junkie-artz for tagging me! :P

Relationship status: Single

Favorite color: Pink, all pastels colors

Lipstick or chapstick: Chapstick

Last song you listened to: Good for You from Dear Evan Hansen

Last Movie You Watched: Beauty and The Beast

Top 3 TV shows: Family Feud, Gravity Falls, AFV

Top 3 ships: Pricingham, Charisk, JDronica

Books you are currently reading: Pokémon Adventure Mangas (if that counts xD)

Top 5 musicals: Hamilton, Heathers, Book of Mormon, 21 Chump Street, Dear Evan Hansen (literally the only 5 musicals I’ve listened to)

I tag: @cinnamon-saeroll @danimeow @space-boy-laurens @consteaaallations @crolloroo @tealdrop @eontwinlatias
(You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to!)

Big thanks to @mypenguinisnotgood for tagging me!
Rules: Tag 20 blogs you’d like to get to know better

Zodiac Sign: Scorpio as heck

Height: 5'9

Last Thing You Googled: Chinese Food Near Me

Favourite Music Artist: Umm…does band count? But if you want and individual person it’s Dallon Weekes.

Song Stuck In My Head: “Miss Jackson” by Panic! At The Disco

Last Movie You Watched: Coraline

Why did you choose your URL?: It was a funny saying I used to say a lot.

Do you have any other blogs?: Nope. This is the one and only.

What did your last relationship teach you?: Uhm…I’m assuming this applies to any kind and not just romantic… Last relationship taught me that I have no chill.

Religious or Spirtual: Although you probabaly can’t tell by this blog, I’m kinda religious.

Favorite Color: Blue or Pinkish red

Average hours of sleep: Idk, probably 6?

Lucky Number: Don’t have one

Favorite Characters: Like from books? I’m going with books. Primrose Everdeen or Finnick Odair or Gale Hawthorne. (Yeah, I’m a really big Hunger Games nerd.)

How many blankets do you sleep with?: 1 REALLY BIG ONE.

Dream Job: I. Don’t. Know. Seriously.

Allllll right now I’m gonna tag some of y'all:
@mauriel676 @cvmisado @c-o-r-a-z-o-n @potassiumjustice @brohecking @dallnweeks @actualdalllonweekes @anthropormorphiccarrot @batsbreath @orangejuice79 @truantwavevinyl @timekiller-s @trentor-the-dementor @drunema @actualbrendonurie @fightbrendonurie2k17 @vincentvangogh-to-hell @trophy-wives @chillryro @bewteenyouandme

The Problem with Soulmates (Part 3)

Summary: Unsure of what to do, you turn to a familiar face for guidance. The question is, does the arrival of your soulmate only complicate matters further?

Warnings: Light swearing

Word Count: 826

A/N: This is part 3 of the Body Swap series. I hope you all enjoy it. Please let me know if you want to be tagged in future fics or if you want me to continue the Body Swap series. (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7)

Originally posted by kittyseb

You didn’t make it far. You couldn’t. Part of you felt like it was crumbling the farther away from him you got, so you ended up on the bench with the crying man. You sat beside him, taking in large gulps of air as you tried to focus yourself on something other than TJ and the fire he’d ignited inside of you.

“What happened?” You blurt out, turning to face the man, his shoulders shaking violently from his tears.

“My wife and I thought we were soulmates… turns out her soulmate’s my brother…” The man confesses, wiping the tears from his face with the back of his shirt sleeve. “We were so certain, and then last night happened and everything just fell apart. She was crying, I was crying. We couldn’t do anything but cry. When I woke up this morning, she was gone and all she’d left me was a bloody note… we were gonna start a family together, I was ready to give her my whole world and she threw it all away for my brother!” He exclaims, his sudden anger scaring you slightly, but you couldn’t be scared for long as you saw fresh tears beginning to fall down his face.

You rummage through your bag, pulling out a pack of tissues and hand them to him, offering him a gentle smile. “I wish I could offer you more than tissues, but it’s all I’ve got. No amount of people telling you ‘You’ll get through this’ will make you feel better, only time.” You say, closing up your bag, your eyes darting up to the coffee shop where you see TJ watching from the booth. He offers you a tentative wave, but you duck your head, a small sigh slipping past your lips.

“What about you? What’s got you looking like that?” He says, turning his attention to you, his eyes bleary from all the tears he shed.

“My soulmate’s in there.” You say, pointing at the coffee shop to where TJ’s sitting, your heart aching to be in there with him, yet you try to ignore it.

“What’s the issue then? Don’t you like him?” He asks, handing you the rest of your tissues.

“It’s not that I don’t like him. He’s one of the most attractive people I’ve met. It’s just I’m pretty sure he won’t like me…” You say, shaking your head as your gaze refocuses on the coffee shop, only for your brows to knit together in confusion.

“Well, I think you’re about to find out. Good luck… and thank you for listening.” The man says, patting your arm gently before rising from the bench and walking down the street.

“Is this seat taken?” TJ asks and you have to fight the urge to smile at the sound of his voice.

You shake your head, scooting over for him. “Not anymore.” You mutter under your breath as TJ takes a seat beside you.

You sit there in silence, neither of you turning to face one another, the two of you both still unsure of what to do. The New Year’s day buzz had started to die down, most people choosing to head home if they hadn’t already found their soulmate, ready to begin the search again tomorrow.

“Look, I know I’m not what you were expecting, but we can make this work.” TJ says, breaking the silence as he turns to face you, taking hold of your hand.

“How?” You ask, your voice as faint as a whisper as your eyes meet his, butterflies rapidly beating their wings inside of you.

“I’m not quite sure. All I know is that I felt something pulling me to this coffee shop today, and that feeling only grew stronger when I realised who you were. I don’t know if you felt it too, but I don’t want to give that feeling up.” He says, his eyes fiery and glistening with determination.

“Neither do I.” You admit, your cheeks burning from your sudden honesty. You couldn’t understand how it was so easy to be honest with him when sometimes you struggled to do that with even some of your closest friends.

“Then let’s be friends; we’ll see where things go from there.” He says, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb, offering you a soft smile.

You let a smile grace your features, letting out a long breath, your posture relaxing slightly from what it was before. “Friends…” You muse, testing out the way the word rolled of your tongue and matching it with the man before you. “I like that.” You say, letting out a small laugh as you watch TJ visibly relax.

“Good, do you wanna finish off getting coffee, or do you have something else in mind?” He asks, cocking an eyebrow as he lets out a soft chuckle.

“Coffee’s great.” You say, rising from the bench and heading back inside the coffee shop, your hands still entwined.

@vivabucky @whotheeffisbucky @kylorens-lightside @niallsberrie @awwtommo @castellagreen @sammyissassy @justareader @spacecase42 @annadier @rockintensse @heismyhunter @j-jewel-l @crownie-sr


@dalliscar and @fastrthanlite tagged me to post 6 albums I’ve been listening to recently. Fastrthanlite actually tagged me a while back but I kept getting distracted because I have the attention span of a flea so I’m really sorry! Anyways, lets get down to it y’all.

1. Joanne - Lady Gaga (Genuinely the album of the decade)
2. Spirit - Depeche Mode
3. Humanz - Gorillaz (I don’t know if this counts because there’s only 4 tracks of it out right now, but fuck it I’m gonna promo this as much as I can)
4. Tango in The Night - Fleetwood Mac
5. Hours - David Bowie
6. Measure For Measure - Icehouse

Not sure who to tag for this, but here ya go! Thanks very much for tagging me!

tag game thing

I was tagged by @twentyonequasars. Love you! <3

Name: Kristen

Nicknames: none, really (unless you count my big sis calling me cutie pie?)

Zodiac: Aquarius

Height: 5’

Orientation:  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  I think I’ve decided I’m either lesbian or ace??? but who tf knows

Nationality: american

Fave Fruit: strawberries, mango

Favorite season: spring (but my seasons are weak)

Favorite Book: Harry Potter series!!!!

Favorite Flower: calla lilies

Favorite scent: fresh rain

Favorite color: light blue and purple

Favorite Animal: cats, dolphins

Coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: hot chocolate. I’ve finally weened myself off coffee, and I mostly only drink tea when I’m sick

Average hours of sleep: ahaahaha. during school my range is 5-7 (usually like 6). on weekends and breaks probably 8.

Cat or dog: cats

Favorite fictional character: hmmm right now I lowkey wanna say Sara Lance

#of blankets u sleep with: 2

Dream Trip: London

Blog Created: I think like 3 years ago? idk man

Followers: 328

I tag: @stillstreetjoshua, @weirdlittlenerd, @eightworldsaway, @graycejones, @blak-label-society, @narwhalertheimpaler, @ash-mynameiguess, @medicwithabrick, @thisloveisaweed, @pinkskiesandlovelytimes, and anyone else who wants to!! just tag me please <3

Rules | Answer the 20 questions and tag 20 amazing followers you’d like to get to know better!

Tagged by: @moonwalkingcrab Thank you!!!! (◍•ᴗ•◍)♡ ✧*。

Name: Christoph

Nicknames: Does just Chris count? :D

Zodiac sign: Cancer

Height: 5′4″

Orientation: pan

Nationality: german

Favourite fruit: RASPBERRIES !!! ❤️

Favourite season: spring

Favourite book: Das Parfüm by Patrick Süskind

Favourite flower:  pinks

Favourite scent: orange

Favourite colour: red

Favourite animal: COWS ❤️

Coffee, tea, or hot cocoa: tea

Average sleep hours: 4-6, but on some Sundays, I sleep till noon

Cat or dog person: BOTH

Favourite fictional character: I don’t really have only one, I have many! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Number of blankets you sleep with: usually, one, when it’s really really cold, two

Dream trip: a world trip, I want to see everything!

Blog created: 2012

Number of followers: 282 (should be without porn blogs, I block them)

I’d like to tag: @erlkonigstochter @mosscoveredsloth @marlonbookcase @milarca @nspamc @artemisclydefrogge @kleinergummiflummi @laewyn @kyluxtrashcompactor @ottenebrare @littleststarfighter @starkickback @darthky @sixofwinter @our-dark-lord-millicent @eglantineprice @katherine1753 @ivnwrites @galaxyboi @rosierivendell @pidgy-draws Only if you want to, of course!!!!!!!!!!!!

okay hello i was tagged by @flwoerway​ to do this, thank you!

instructions: answer the 20 questions and tag 20 amazing followers you would like to get to know better.

name: shantel (it’s pronounce shan as in shannon)
nickname: shay
zodiac sign: leo
height: 5′2″ or 160 cm
orientation: i don’t label my sexuality. i like whoever i happen to like.
ethnicity: african american
favorite fruit: kiwi or strawberries
favorite season: autumn
favorite book series: i don’t read series, i only read like stand alone books bc series have too much
favorite flower: roses
favorite scent: the smell right after it rains
favorite color: pink
favorite animal: do pugs count? if not, giraffes.
coffee, tea or hot cocoa: tea
average sleep hours: 5
cat or dog person: both
favorite fictional characters: killua zoldyck, rin okumura, ryunosuke akutagawa
number of blankets you sleep with: 1
dream trip: japan or thailand
blog created: a little over a can trust my archive bc i deleted a lot of stuff from my blog with i changed it from fandom to my personal.
number of followers: a little over 100

i tag: @ilovsvt / @moonguks / @cozychim / @clannads / @nu4bo / @forjisoo / @2rap / @goddessofbaekhyun / @mewlly / @jaehlyn

i broke the rules and only tagged ten people sorry

Study Partner: Part 5

Pairing: Reader x Bucky
Word Count: 965
Warnings: None?

A/N: A short chapter, I know.

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Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

After a few days in the infirmary, a thorough check from Dr. Helen Cho, and daily visits from your new friends, you were finally allowed to resume your regular life.

The only problem was that you didn’t feel safe at your old apartment, or even at the thought of living alone. Which meant that you had been loitering around the Stark tower, crashing on the lounge room couch. You were watching a movie, by yourself, on your make-shift bed. The only light was coming from the tv and you were shovelling popcorn into your mouth.

“What are you still doing here?” Tony’s voice made you jump.

“Jesus H Christ, Tony. You scared the shit out of me!” you clutch at your chest, “And, um. I promise to get a new place tomorrow,” you stammer.

“I meant, because it’s a Friday night. But no,”

“No what?” you asked him with a cocked eyebrow,

“You’re not going to find a new place,” you continued to give him a puzzled look, making him roll his eyes, “I’ve set up a suite for you,”

“You did?” he nodded, “Oh my god, thank you so much,” you get up from the couch and pull him into a tight hug,

“No problem, kid,” he laughs, “You practical live here as it is, may as well make it official,”

You smiled at him as you slumped back onto the couch, “Want to join me? I’m watching The Conjuring 2, it’s supposed to be scary,”

“Nah, I’m going over to Pepper’s,”

“Okay, have fun,” you turned your attention back to the movie as he waved goodbye.

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