Tagged by: @captainintheshade Name: Christian/Kristian Nicknames: Chip, that faggot over there Zodiac Sign: Aquarius Height: 5 ft. 11 in. Orientation: Straight Ethnicity: White Favorite fruit: Peaches Favorite season: Autumn Favorite flower: Rose Favorite scent: Old, musty books. Favorite color: Orange Favorite animal: North American River and Sea Otters. Favorite drink: Busch Bavarian Beer Average sleep hours: I am a college student, therefore this number varies too much to say. Dog or cat person: I love both. Favorite fictional character: Ricky in the first couple seasons of Trailer Park Boys. Number of blankets: I have been sleeping in a sleeping bag every night since I was a child. Blog created: 12 days ago.
Again, I always feel like I’m bothering people when I want to message them or tag them in these things. Feel 100% free to do this and tag me in it though!
Look what fabulousness my favourite tall girl in the world @charliebowater got me – now my home can smell like the Buzzard Prince Consort of Terrasen and the Illyrian Baby High Lord of the Night Court! She is the best <3
of me-Let… go… of… me… please…” his mate’s voice breaks into a violent sob and the
crushing humiliation Kylo smells off him, distresses all his alpha senses (they scream: mate is crying, mine, protect
mate, mine, hold mate, mate-mate-mate).
answers sincerely, tightening his hold, tears increasing all over his face “I
am never letting go of you.”
on his arms, the force of his sobbing almost shattering him to the ground, but finally… finally stops fighting. He did
this and hurting his mate like this, Kylo must fix it: so he breathes in the soft comforting scent of sunflowers
and old books and confesses: ”I am
His voice breaks behind a muffled sob and Hux, his beautiful and tender mate, just whimpers into his shoulder like his whole life has come back to him in on punch out word.
alphabetically orders all of their favorite books and neatly aligns them. Has read them all
Places books randomly in the shelves, absolutely no order, read each and every one maybe once or twice, knows each one by heart
bookshelf contains at least every book that has ever caught their eye EveR, has only read each one about 50 times, categorizes them, knows their scent, has two columns of books that haven't been read, stares at them longingly, reads a different book everyday and cries
Vanilla is one of the world’s most popular flavours, being found in ice creams to creme brulees. But what gives vanilla pods their characteristic creamy, sweet scent? That would be vanillin (C8H8O3), a white solid that is slightly soluble in water.
Raw vanilla pods do not have any vanillin in them; it is instead stored as a scentless glycoside (see below). However, after the pods are cured and treated, the glycoside breaks down to release the free vanillin, producing the wonderful scent that we all know and love. Vanillin is also one of the contributors to the scent of old books; over time, the lignin that comprises the fibres in the pages break down, releasing aroma chemicals such as vanillin.
The biosynthetic pathway for vanillin is unknown. It is produced synthetically on an industrial scale from guaiacol and glyoxylic acid instead, as the demand for vanillin vastly outweighs the natural supply.
Vanillin is widely used as a flavouring in a wide range of foods, usually as artificial vanilla essence, as well as a perfume additive. It is also used as a chemical intermediate in organic syntheses.
Character: Philip X Shy!Reader
Prompt: A shy reader meets a special guy who just so happens to share some traits with them.
Word Count: 1,110
A/N: This was requested by the lovely @fangirlwithasweettooth and so here it is! ALSO sorry if you wanted HamilTime, I just naturally write in Modern AU style…Hope y’all enjoy!
The scent of fresh book pages and strong coffee beans drifts past your nose as you drag your eyes away from your notebook, taking in your surroundings. The people sitting at the tables from before have up and left, and have been replaced by new faces, their plastic cups steaming with new drinks. You check your F/C watch, the silver hands indicating that a full hour has passed since you last looked up. You smiling awkwardly to yourself, somewhat embarrassed by how lost you had become in your drawings.
Reaching your hand over to your own mug, you wrap your cold fingers around it and lift it to your lips, only to be reminded that you hadn’t gone up to refill it earlier. Frowning, you sheepishly set the empty cup back on the smooth wood table, hoping that nobody had seen that little slip up. You would personally love to have another piping hot cup of hot chocolate or coffee, but you were not about to approach the register again. The first time was hard enough as is, having to repeat yourself three times before the barista finally got all of your order, you were not about to deal with your crippling shyness again.
Huffing out a sigh of defeat, you sink back into your chair, glaring down at your laptop screen, its sleep mode kicking into action. You feel so conflicted. You want more to drink, but you can’t bring yourself to be embarrassed again. You feel your cheeks heat up just thinking about it, making you uncomfortable at the very thought. You hurriedly glide your finger across the trackpad of your laptop, the screen instantly coming back to life. Reshuffling the music on your computer, your earbuds come alive with Brendon Urie’s voice as you begin to start back up on your Biology paper, swearing that Charles Darwin will be the death of you.
But your doodles keep distracting you. The untamed hair of your characters, their crooked smiles and blank expressions practically begging you to fix them. You try to push the spiral notebook away from you, but it’s as if the people on the page were yelling at you, screaming to get your attention. Sighing, you pick up your pencil and start to fix their shapes, making sure not to cross over your notes that you have on the page as well.
If you love me let me gooooooooooooo
You mouth along silently with the song, some chords quietly escaping you as you do so. No, you need to do your paper, Y/N, stop drawing. It can wait. You quickly shut the notebook and slide it into your backpack, making sure you can’t see it. Turning your attention back to the document before you, you hastily start typing, unsure of how the sentences flow together as you continue to write.
Because these words are knives that often leave scars
You slowly take a glance around the shop again, taking in your surroundings. More people mill around, their voices faded like the overhead music. The front of the store had a small line crowded around the counter, waiting for their own drinks. The-
Sitting directly in front of you, roughly five tables away, was a guy. A cute one, at that.
And he was staring at you.
The fear the fear of falling apart
Panicked, you avert your eyes back to your laptop screen, knowing full well your cheeks were burning a deep red. God, he is cute. His curly hair and freckled face were enough to send you into a fit within that short few seconds of seeing him. You want to talk to him, beckon him over do you can get to know him, but you wouldn’t dare to do so much as wave to him. He probably already has a girlfriend with those gorgeous eyes of his, and those perfectly soft looking lips.
Curiosity gets the better of you, and you sneak a peek back over the top of your laptop, wondering if he was still looking.
And he was walking right towards you.
Oh, this is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart
“May I sit?” He asks gently, his smile showing of his brilliantly white teeth. Unable to so much as speak, you nod, quickly pulling your headphones out of your ears and praying that you won’t make a fool of yourself. He chuckles and seats himself across from you, his grey t-shirt hugging his arms as he adjusts himself. “Sorry for staring, I was just wondering how such a beautiful person could be here on their own.” He apologizes, flashing his smile at you once more. Yeah, I could say the same thing about you, you tell yourself, not willing to say that to him. Instead, you manage to smile sheepishly at him, your cheeks burning once more. A single best of silence passes, the awkwardness you just created by not responding looming in the air.
“Uh, I’m Philip.”
“Y-Y/N.” You manage to squeak. Philip quickly notices how uncomfortable you seemed, and shifted in his seat. “I can, uh, leave if yo-” “No! No it’s fine I’m just…” You stammer, not wanting him to go, but struggling to bring yourself out of your comfort zone. “Shy?” He finishes, a soft smile on his lips. You nod back, somewhat surprised how well he knew what you were going to say. “Don’t worry about it, I’m kinda the same way.” He reassures, gently closing the lip of your laptop. You blink slowly, unsure of how to take in the whole situation. “You? Shy? You’re the one that came over here…” You trail, raising an eyebrow at him. He chuckles at that, the warmth of his voice filling your chest, making it tighten.
“To be honest, it took almost everything I had in me to force myself over here.” He admits, rubbing the back of his neck. “You’re kidding.” It escapes your lips before you even have a chance to think about it. Philip, this guy sitting in front of you, leading the conversation, is shy? “My friends make fun of me for it all the time.” “Me too! They’re relentless about it, too.” You agree excitedly, a growing energy growing between the two of you. “
“Do they constantly trying to put you in situations that you get nervous about?”
“Feel like you rather die than do public speaking?”
“Yes!” You and Philip simultaneously laugh, smiling brightly at the fact of how well you knew each other.
You curled up on the couch with a steaming cup of apple cider, a good book, and a warm blanket. You took a sip of the cinnamon spiced delight and opened up your book to the front page.
The book had the wonderful scent of new books and John Watson and you felt like hugging it. John bought it for your Birthday and you could tell from the look on his face that he really loved it.
You dove into the book and began reading.
John and Sherlock walked up the stairs and into the flat. Sherlock looked at you as you watched John and a huge smirk spread across his face. He walked over and leaned down to your ear, “You’ll have to be more direct with him, (y/n). He can’t deduce your love like I can.”
You reddened and punched his shoulder. “Go away.”
John looked at you and grinned. “You’re reading it.”
“Yeah. I thought I should start it right away.”
He walkes over and you sat up so that he could sit down. He reached for the book, “May I?”
You nodded and handed him the book, trying to reply, but your breath got caught in your throat and you suddenly realized how nervous he made you.
He took the book and flipped through the pages, looking at your spot in the book, “I think you’ll love it.” He grinned and handed the book back.
You took the book and flipped to your spot and picked up a little piece of paper. You went to offer it back to him but he was already upstairs. You unfolded it and read a date, time, and location, with a little note under it.
I’ll pick you up at 6:00.
You blushed and grinned, sliding the paper back into your book and running down to your flat.
name: Kahlia nickname: don’t have one but I knew this girl that called me ‘C’ which makes literally no sense zodiac sign: piscies height: like 5'7 or something idk orientation: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ nationality: australian/ nz favourite fruit: I’m thinking pineapple favourite season: autumn or spring favourite book: that’s too much pressure man favourite flower: umm favourite scent: books or coffee or rain favourite colour: blue coffee, tea or hot cocoa: coffee or cocoa, depends on my mood average sleep hours: I get like 7/8 hours but will still cry about it cat or dogs: BOTH favourite fictional character: Rhys or Warner or ???? idk I have too many number of blankets you sleep with: 1 dream trip: everywhere pls blog created: april 2016 number of followers (you don’t have to put this if you don’t want to): 1,026 ❤❤❤ (I still need to find a way to say tyyy?!!?)