would you like me to repeat the question

I Can’t Save Her: Part 12

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2307

Catch Up Here

Summary: You have been with the Avengers for three years and during that time you have developed a close friendship with Bucky. When you discover another woman in Bucky’s room you begin to question what your true feelings for him are.

Author’s Notes: If you only knew what I know.  I always love hearing from you guys. I hope you enjoy it! Tags are at the bottom – let me know if you would like to be tagged/untagged. x

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Originally posted by pinepizzalove

I woke up with ten minutes to spare before Laura and Clint expected us at dinner. I sighed sleepily and looked up at Bucky. He was muttering in his sleep and his face glistened with sweat. I paused before waking him. He was repeating his name and rank from the war over and over again intermittently adding some phrases in Russian. “Bucky,” I whispered softly as I raised up off of him. This didn’t wake him and he continued jerking his head back and forth. “Bucky,” I repeated, this time a little louder, as I placed my hand on his face. He woke suddenly with a cry.

“Y/N,” he sighed as his eyes adjusted to the dim light. His breathing began to slow and he closed his eyes for a moment, swallowing hard. “I’m… I’m sorry… You shouldn’t wake me like that… I don’t trust myself…” he trailed off.

“You’re fine,” I urged him quietly as I kissed his lips gently. “It was just a nightmare… just breathe.” I brushed his hair away from his face and kissed up and down his jaw. He closed his eyes with a sigh. “You’re here with me,” I whispered. He finally opened his eyes and they were suddenly full of lust and love.

“Doll, you better stop or we won’t make it to dinner on time, and Laura will have both of our heads,” he said with a smile.

“Not until I know you’re okay,” I protested with a gentle kiss to the tip of his nose.

“Okay? …Ha… Never – but it’s passed now,” he smiled and raised his lips to mine. “Now seriously Y/N – stop. A man only has so much self control,” he mumbled into my ear. I blushed and left the bed to change. I could feel his eyes on me as I shed my clothes and rummaged through my bags for my favorite sweater and jeans. I chanced a shy peek at him through my lashes and saw him staring after me lustfully – biting his lower lip as if it would keep his self control in check. He sighed and closed his eyes before flopping back onto the bed. “You kill me,” he groaned.

“Hmm?” I asked, feigning innocence. I pulled my sweater on and walked over to him –letting my arm brush against his leg as I bent over to whisper in his ear. “You better finish getting ready.” He grunted in assent and got off the bed without looking at me. He quickly grabbed his clothes and began to change. I couldn’t help but laugh at how flustered he was – first he tripped trying to pull on his jeans and then he dropped his shoe several times before sitting with a huff on the floor. He shot me a side-eye and grinned wickedly. I gulped – I could tell the game was on now and I would have to play really good defense to keep up with him.

We made our way carefully to the house – it had been sleeting outside and the deep snow had developed an icy crust. I breathed a sigh of relief as the front porch of Clint’s house was within my reach. Just as I was celebrating for not falling, a hard icy ball hit me in the back and I fell face forward into the snow. Bucky was roaring with laughter and sliding on the slick ice patches as he made his way to me. “I swear to god Barnes!” I yelled as he reached out a hand. I grabbed it and grinned. He immediately realized his mistake. “Stupid idea!” I shouted and pulled him down beside me.

“Oh come on Y/N! I’m hurt!” he whined as he laughed and rolled around in the snow.

“Walk it off, soldier!” I shouted through fits of laughter. He rolled on top of me and pinned me to the ground. “Buck it’s cold!” I whined. He laughed and kissed me softly.

“Barnes – I know you’re no scientist but do I really need to explain the way cold impacts performance?” Tony’s sarcastic tone floated through the air. Bucky snorted as he got up and pulled me up beside him.

“There you two are!” Clint shouted as we entered the dining room behind Tony.

“I had to explain to the kids that canoodling in the cold is not an efficient use of time,” Tony answered dramatically as he playfully rolled his eyes.

“Canoodling?” Steve asked confused.

“Don’t worry about it Steve. I’ll explain it to you one day once you’ve grown up,” Tony quipped. Everyone at the table laughed except for Bucky, who looked properly mortified. Steve still looked perplexed as he stared questionably between Bucky and I.

“I need a beer – Steve?” Bucky asked.

“Yeah – please,” Steve said with a laugh. “Canoodling…” he mumbled to himself as he shook his head.

“Y/N?” Bucky asked.

“How about a glass of wine?” I replied as I snatched the bottle out of Tony’s grasp. He scoffed as I stuck my tongue out at him and poured a sizeable amount into my empty glass.

“You’re in rare form tonight,” he said quietly to me.

“I’m just happy that we’re all together. It feels like it’s been forever since we’ve been able to do this,” I shrugged.

“Sure – that’s all it is,” he laughed to himself. “Regardless – it suits you,” he smiled as he gave me a wink.

“What were you mumbling about Stark?” Bucky asked as he sat down beside me with a beer in his hand.

“Oh I was just telling Y/N how lovely she looked tonight; don’t you agree Barnes?” he asked innocently. I tried to elbow him but he dodged and I almost fell out of my seat. Everyone was looking at Bucky now and I could feel my face growing redder by the second.

Bucky paused for a second and smiled at me with a shrug. “I think she always looks pretty lovely myself, but yes now that you point it out– there’s something about the ‘just fell in the snow look’ that makes it extra evident,” he chuckled to himself. My blush grew even deeper but attention was quickly taken off of Bucky and myself as the various types of food were passed around the table. “You do look beautiful,” Bucky whispered in my ear as he squeezed my thigh with his hand. “There’s something about this place – it suits you.” I smiled shyly at him and turned to grab the bowl of mashed potatoes from Tony.



“Y/N…Buck… You should probably stay at the house tonight with this weather,” Clint grimaced as he stuck his head out the door to monitor the weather. Bucky eyed the weather weighing his options and then looked at me and sighed shaking his head.

“If Y/N wasn’t so accident prone we could probably make it, but you’re right… it might be best to stay here tonight,” he grimaced.

“I’ll get you guys some blankets and pillows,” Clint called as he disappeared down the hallway. Within minutes both he and Laura came back with high stacks of heavy blankets and pillows. Bucky took them graciously and we bid all of our friends goodnight as they wearily made their way to their rooms.

I watched intrigued as Bucky spread out the multitudes of blankets and pillows onto the floor in front of the fire place. He turned to say something and caught me staring at him. “What?” he asked self-consciously with a small smile.

“Oh nothing – you just never fail to surprise me.” He laughed and offered his hand to me.

“Come here.” I took his hand and slid off the couch onto our makeshift bed. He laid me gently on the floor and tucked us both in before turning his attention back to me. He kissed my neck and traced the curves of my body with his hands –making me squirm.

“We shouldn’t… anyone could walk in,” I whispered in protest.

He smiled against my collarbone as he planted a soft kiss to it. “Doll, that’s half the fun.”



I woke to a commotion. “What’s going…” I replied hazily as I tried to open my eyes.

“Um oh god… hey uh… Buck,” Steve was trying to say casually.

“Now Steve – that is what canoodling looks like,” Tony said proudly as he slapped Steve on the back. As I regained consciousness I realized that a very naked Bucky was sleeping next to a very naked me.

“Oh my god!” I shouted as I covered my eyes. “EVERYONE OUT!” I demanded.

“I’m so sorry… I didn’t mean to…” Steve was stumbling both metaphorically and literally as he ran into every single piece of furniture in his proximity.

“What the hell is that racket,” Sam stumbled wearily into the room from the hallway. As he took in the scene his eyes became as big as saucers. “Holy mother of god! That’s something I never needed to witness!” he exclaimed as he shielded his eyes. I desperately looked over at Bucky who was still out cold.

“I will literally kill all three of you without a second thought if you do not leave NOW!” I said as calmly as I could while I grasped all the surrounding blankets around my body. All three men sheepishly made their way back into their rooms – Sam complaining, Tony poking fun, and Steve apologizing profusely. I quickly put on my clothes once the coast was clear and looked down at Bucky who was still half asleep. “Buck,” I whispered softly in his ear as I placed my hand on his back. He groaned softly before slowly opening his eyes.

“Good morning gorgeous,” he said sleepily as he reached up to touch my face. The act was so sweet that I forgot my anger towards him. I could hear Steve raise his voice from the hallway. Tony’s jokes must have finally stopped being funny. “Oh god,” Bucky muttered and closed his eyes with a grimace.

“You better put some clothes on before they come back. If Sam walks in again and sees your ass his eyes may actually burn out of his skull,” I laughed. With a groan Bucky grabbed his clothes and quickly got dressed. “Now that I have been properly mortified I am going to go make some coffee and take a walk outside.” I kissed Bucky softly and made my way to the kitchen.




As I walked through the living room with my cup of coffee I noticed that Steve and Bucky had their heads together whispering in the corner. I rolled my eyes – no doubt it was about this secret mission that Bucky would tell no one else about. I grabbed my coat, laced up my boots, and made my way outside. The world seemed so quiet. The ground and the sky blended together to form glorious shades of white and grey. I sighed happily to myself as I slowly made my way to the tree line. I missed the quiet – New York City was always so fast and so loud. I loved living with the team, but it was never the life I envisioned for myself. I always imagined something much more like this. The fact that Clint had been able to make this life for himself gave me hope that maybe someday I could have it too.

I was so lost in thought that it startled me when Bucky put his arms around me. “I think I owe Clint a new mug,” I muttered as I looked at the now broken one that lay on the ground.

“What were you thinking about so intently?” he muttered in my ear.

“This.”

“What about it?”

I shrugged. “Something about this weather… this place… it brings me comfort. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the city and all the restless people that live in it. I don’t mind it, but it doesn’t feel like a real home to me…”

“I like the quiet. It’s not something I’m accustomed to, but its something I enjoy,” Bucky added thoughtfully. “When Clint told me I could renovate the barn and make a loft I knew I had to because of how much this place meant to me but mainly because of how much it has meant to you,” he kissed the top of my head.

“Wait,” I turned around to look at him. “You mean you did it? For me?” I asked, dumbfounded.

“For us,” he responded with a sweet smile. “Not all of those missions were actually missions you know.  I just knew I wanted to do something special for you… I was determined to get it done before we came back… I mean Clint and Steve helped a lot. There’s no way I could have gotten it done in time without their help.”

“Why didn’t you just tell me that you did it?” I asked shyly.

“Well I thought maybe it was too much since things had been so rocky between us…. So I wanted to gauge your reaction.” He shrugged. “I just wanted you to have a place that you could come to whenever you wanted but still have family near. You speak so fondly of Laura, and the kids…. And Clint was more than happy to give me the space.”

I smiled shyly and turned away – fighting back the tears that threatened to trail down my face. No one had ever done something so kind for me. “Do you think it’s possible for people like us?” I asked softly as the sun peaked lazily between the clouds.

“What?” he whispered.

“To be happy for longer than a fleeting moment?” I tried so helplessly to not let the fear I was feeling seep into my words.

“I hope so.” I could hear the doubt in his voice. “Whatever you do – don’t let it go,” he whispered as he squeezed me tightly.


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You expect me to be broken, tattered, and bruise yet here I am moving on like you were no one. That’s what you were after some point. Just a blurred name and careless words. I didn’t mean them nor did you. I questioned it all and said nothing to you. I repeated old phrases and imagined fake worlds. I pretended to care. Now you expect me to be crushed, if only you had the slightest clue that if I was meant for you, I would’ve been perfect from the start.
—  Excerpt from a book I’ll never write
  • Griffin: It's by Yahoo Answers user Ra, who asks, "Would your parents explain sex if you put it in your Christmas wishlist?" There's additional details but I feel like we need to address the first question first.
  • *Griffin repeats the question*
  • Griffin: It feels like he's asking... His parents never explained sex. He's requesting, on his Christmas list, that they do so. That they do the birds and the bees talks.
  • Travis: See, this is another good reason not to have lists.
  • Griffin: 'Cause you can put some crazy, crazy stuff like that in it?
  • Travis: Yeah.
  • Griffin: I mean, that seems like a pretty important present if they...if they skipped out on that. I don't know about you guys - I received a series of lectures.
  • ...
  • Griffin: Let me bust out the additional details. "I'm 20 and still awful at it."
  • *Justin gasps*
  • Travis: Oh no!
  • Griffin: We just broke through the crust into the creepy, creepy mantle of this question.
  • Justin: Oh, wow, so, you are like, wanting sex TIPS. You wanna go to your mom and dad and say, 'Hey mom and dad, teach me how to Dougie'.
I wish we could stay like this forever,” he said quietly, tightening his hold on her body, pressing her ear closer to his chest. “We can’t,” she whispered, her voice muffled by his shirt. She forced herself to ignore how his heart beat faster, how his breath came quicker. How his eyebrows drew together in confusion. He didn’t like it when she got like this, when her thoughts overwhelmed her and her negativity got the better of her. She forced herself to ignore the need to scream at him for his ignorance, for his selfishness. “We can try,” he replied with a smile. It disappeared when he saw the look on her face.
“We can’t,” she repeated, twisting in his arms so he would loosen his grip, remove his arms from around her shoulders. “See,” she began, her heart sinking, “life doesn’t stop. Not for you. Not for me. Not for anyone.” She saw the question in his gaze, the way he searched her face for answers. “Life doesn’t stop, not in a happy moment when you would give your everything to make it last just a little while longer. And it doesn’t stop when someone is torn from your life, right out of your arms, and you do all you can to hold on, you will your life to stop for a day so you can put the pieces back together. But it won’t. It won’t stop. Not even for a second. It forces you to go on, to fight every day, even when you’re in pain.” He stared at her for a minute, the silence between them growing heavy. “But that’s what makes it beautiful, don’t you think?” She shook her head, her fingers knotting in her shirt. “But it does,” he continued, “if life would stop whenever we willed it to stop, do you think we would be able to pluck up the courage to go on? Do you think we could stand watching someone we love leave and just carry on if life didn’t force us to? Do you think we would get back up after falling down if life could be put on hold? I’m happy life doesn’t ever stop, not even for a second, because it forces me to be present at all times. What more could I ask for?
—  “Life doesn’t stop for anyone”
n.j.
Submission

I just found this blog and it is amazing. I’d like to share two of my stories.

Story 1: First off I am so glad it’s not just me that hates the being ignored thing. I was only about an hour into a long day and there had been some difficult customers already so I was not at my best. Then this couple comes through my till and I go through the questions; “Hi, how are you?” no response. “Would you like any bags today?” Still ignoring me, and each other. And then I ask about my stores card “Are you interested in [our card]?” Still nothing. So then it just slipped out, “Are you interested in ignoring me today?“  That gets the man’s attention and after his startled "What?” I repeat the card question. I was so worried he had heard me and was going to tell my supervisor but nope, I got lucky.

Story 2: One Christmas I had a lady come in and ask if we match prices, we do with some rules.  So I asked her to show me the price of the item at the other store. The flyer she pulled up was a percentage off, 30% or something. So I had to tell her that one of the things we don’t do is percentage off matching. She got all upset and demanded to talk to a supervisor. When my supervisor got there she told her the same thing. She tried to argue that she could take the listed price from the other store and do the math with her phone and do it that way. Why she didn’t go to that store to begin with then I don’t know because it is in the same mall my store is in. Anyway by now I have finished her order and as she is paying she demands to speak with a manager as if myself and the supervisor haven’t spent more than five minutes saying we can’t do it. So finally the manager shows up as she has been waiting at the end of my till barely out of the next customer’s way. Then she complains to the manager about not getting the deal and then he takes her to where returns are done and gives her the deal! So instead of following policy and backing us up he rewards her for being unpleasant.

Treat Me Like Glass

Genre: smut (im so nervous eviscerate me), lots of fluff….. and a bit of angst at the end

Excerpt: "When’s the last time you bottomed for someone?“ Dan questions. 

Nothing but blunt curiosity is shown in his line of inquiry, but it still catches Phil off guard. The metal spoon slips from his fingers, only to be caught just before disaster would have the chance to strike. His eyes focus in on the multi-colored loops bobbing around in the sea of milk in his bowl, poking at them with the curve of his spoon. They sink and resurface and repeat. 

Warnings: swearing, sex, and bottom!phil (lmao)

Words:  4026

@ lauren if you see this please skip over it.. i have sinned and you are my tiny innocent wife 

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Beat Around The Bush

Requested by anon

Summary: Cas wants to ask you out, so he enlists the help of Sam and Dean. Their help, however, only goes to confuse him further.
Words: 735
Cas x Reader
Warnings: none (fluff)

Your name: submit What is this?

“You want to what?” Dean asked, surprised, offering Castiel a seat at the table.

Cas sat down and folded his hands in his lap.

“I would like to enter into a relationship with Y/N.”

“So… you want to ask her out?” Sam questioned, bringing Dean a beer and sitting beside him.

“Yes.”

“Like… romantically?”

Cas squinted and gave the Winchesters his signature head tilt. “Yes,” he repeated.

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anonymous asked:

I orderd so much stuff from you and never actually got anything... i mean I gave up on the plushies weeks ago. I really dont wanna be rude I just wanted to ask when you are planning on shipping the coins and the other stuff?

This is going to be a long one.

Hey, I’m sorry for the frustration. And I’m sorry to repeat these “excuse” but I am a one person shipping center who has a full time job and a part time-job besides doing this. This is a passion project for me. I do not make huge profits; any profit I make goes to shipping/handling time and answering these questions. 

I also front the money to the manufacturers first. When you pay for an item, they go in a retainer account. This means I do not touch them until the job is done. If you would like to request a refund, it makes it easy for me to do so, because I have not touched the money at all. 

There are problems that have come my way this last year: death, sickness in the family, manufacturing delays and corrections, re-ordering shipping supplies/stock, me being sick and busy with work. I apologize for that. I have said that if you had ordered by a certain date and are still hanging on with me, I will reward that patience. 

I have also said and maintained that if you would like to cancel your order, no butthurt on my end. As long as the item(s) hasn’t shipped you can ask for a refund.

Now, regarding plushies, for the majority of the orders, we only captured your payment information. We have not actually charged your card (unless you specifically requested us to). To my recollection, only 2 people actually requested us to charge them ASAP. One person probably received a credit because due to a canceled order. I purposely did not charge your cards, because holding a LOT of money in my retainer account is crazy, especially when you still haven’t seen a prototype. Again, any work done on the plushies so far has been on my own dime - I’ve given a HUGE deposit with my own money to do this prototype work.

Believe me, I’m really frustrated that prototyping has taken this long. I was expecting this to be done December/January. But just like the hats, during the winter, these factories slow down/shut down for the holidays. Ask @immochiball how pissed I am about this delay. We are now looking at other companies since it’s really unprofessional for the current toy company we have to leave us hanging during the holidays. If we do leave the current company, I’ll be losing my deposit, but that’s ok. I’d rather now give them any more money. 

Now, I’m not mad you said this. I’m glad you brought it up. Communication is always the best thing and being transparent is good. I’d rather you tell me how you’re feeling and let me try to resolve your problem, than going out and making statements without giving me an avenue to work problems out. Thanks for reading. And again, you can email/message me. I may not respond immediately, but I will respond.

Away From Home pt.1

As promised, here is the rest of part 1 for the new series I’m working on. I mentioned this earlier, but this is my first piece and first time sharing my writing so any feedback would be appreciated. I hope you guys like it!


Summary: Where is home? What is home? Life was simple for you and your best friend until he shares some news that will forever change your lives.

Word Count: 1669               

Taehyung x Reader 

“Do you trust me?”

Your gaze was locked with the dark brown eyes of your best friend boring into yours. The wall was cold, your back pressed into it with your friend’s hands on both sides of your head, trapping you in place. You shifted nervously, as he licked his lips and repeated his question.

“I said,” his voice a little softer and slower, “Do you trust me?”

A shiver ran down your spine when he started to lean in, testing your patience while continuing to hold his gaze. You managed to give him a small nod as you closed your eyes, seeing his fading face closing the gap between you.

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Question for Spanish speakers!

Or anyone familiar with Mexican Spanish/culture.

Apparently ‘cabrón’ is not as harsh in Mexico as in other countries/cultures, especially when used with people you know? True? Not true?

Also, (not necessarily just in Mexico) is jeringonza really a thing? Like, if I’m remembering right, putting a p after the vowel and then repeating the vowel, so ‘taza’ would be ‘tapa-zapa.’ Is it something you’d legit hear out and about? I vaguely remember learning about it but someone I asked from Colombia said he’d never heard of it??

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Doctor Who Challenge

Day 38: Favorite Rory Moment

↳ Rory facing the Cybermen

“I have a message and a question. A message from the Doctor and a question from me. Where is my wife? Oh, don’t give me those blank looks. The Twelfth Cyber Legion monitors this entire quadrant. You hear everything. So you tell me what I need to know. You tell me now, and I’ll be on my way. Would you like me to repeat the question?”

anonymous asked:

Favorite color, favorite movie and why, and what's you're favorite conspiracy theory? (It is okay if you don't have one)

my favorite colour is blue

my favorite movie is The Goonies i really dont know why but when i was younger i would literally watch it on repeat for like 2 years my mum had to hide it from me

the moment i saw conspiracy theory i started dissociating lmao but its the theory that the royal family had princess diana murdered or any celebrity clone ones

For @holyhand-of-bitchslappery, who’s been having a bit of a rough time. I hope this cheers you up, sweetheart <3

“What are you doing here.”

It’s not a question. Stiles doesn’t have the energy to make it into a question. The effort would be wasted anyway.

Frowning, Derek hovers by Stiles’ bedroom door, holding up a bag. He looks almost shy about it, like what’s inside holds all his most embarrassing secrets. Stiles wishes he could enjoy it. Instead, he blows his nose for the thousandth time today. Stupid, stupid colds, ruining all his fun.  

“You asked for soup,” Derek grumbles, holding the bag up higher.  

“I asked Scott for soup.”

Derek’s frown deepens. “You definitely asked me for soup.”

“I asked Scott for soup,” Stiles repeats, reaching for his phone and – oh.

Sorry, dude. Seeing the new Batman movie with Kira and Liam. I’ll send Derek over.

Great. Just great. Not only is Stiles confined to his bed with some stupid, hideous bug that enjoys sucking the life out of him more than any Dementor, now his best friend is going to see Batman without him? Stiles introduced Scott to Batman!

“Are you – Stiles, are you crying?” Derek asks, sounding vaguely horrified.

Stiles wipes his eyes with his comforter and shakes his head. “No, it’s just – whatever this is.” He waves his arms around, taking in the several, discarded tissues littering his bed and floor. “It makes my eyes water.”

It’s a lie and they both know it, but Stiles appreciates Derek going along with the charade, nodding.

“Should I go, or are you actually going to eat this soup?” Derek asks. “I – erm – made it.”

You made soup?”

“Yes.”

“Like, with your hands?”

“No,” Derek blinks. “I glared the vegetables into the pot, obviously.”

“You can glare-”

“Stiles, shut up. It’s chicken and potato. My dad used to make it for us when we had a bad day, but if you don’t want it-”

“No,” Stiles shouts, wincing at the loudness of his own voice. “No, please – uh – stay. I’d…really like if you…yeah.”

Derek sighs, decidedly put upon, but moves into the room anyway, perching at the end of Stiles’ bed, managing to make the whole experience look like it’s physically hurting him.

Still, the way he holds the bag of soup to his chest is rather ador-

And woah there. Where was that thought about to go? Clearly this virus is worse than he realised.

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anonymous asked:

4, 17 & 21 :)

4. A film you could watch on repeat for the rest of your life?

I’m always gonna answer Lord of the Rings for this question.

17. Which cinematic universe would you like to live in?

To LIVE in? Oh god. I never know if these questions mean that I would live in the movie while the movie’s events are happening, because those events are almost always terrible. I wouldn’t want to live in the Star Wars universe while the Empire was in control of the galaxy. But to answer the question, I’ll say Lord of the Rings again after the war is over and I could be a hobbit.

21. A film with an amazing soundtrack?

If we’re talking score, then I’m gonna say American Beauty. I love the music in that film so much. Breakfast Club also has a great soundtrack.

I've actually been tagged for real what is this

Shoutout to @bitchcookies for the tag :0c


Rules: Answer the questions in a new post and tag blogs you would like to get to know better.

Nickname?

I usually go by Garnet (or Brielle on my more feminine days). My real name isn’t even close lol. Sometimes people shorten it to Gar. I also know one person who referred to me as Garry Oak. It was something haha

Star sign?

Sagittarius ♐️

Height?

About 5′4″ last I checked.

Time right now?

10:12 AM

Favorite music artist(s)?

Implying I don’t just listen to one song on repeat for days/weeks on end lmao. I’m pretty consistently a fan of Owl City, Paramore, and Mystery Skulls, but honestly my taste is all over. Except country I don’t really do country my mother blasts it when we get in the car and I lowkey want to die this is why I just take the bus

Song stuck in your head?

We Are The Hearts by EXGF. It’s really good I love it. Also currently highkey relatable with some of my Splatoon FCs I think I might use it in the webcomic I’m planning assuming the characters in question are still compatible with the plot once Splatoon 2 comes out :0c

Last movie watched?

Okay I’m gonna be honest I’ve watched Song of the Sea like twenty times since I first saw it last fall and I need to be stopped

Last TV show watched?

Not including anime? Probably the last round of SU leaks a few weeks ago lol. Including anime, Kobayashi-san Chi no Maid Dragon. It’s better than I expected from the previews :d

What are you wearing right now?

The jeans and noisywyvern’s legendary bird trio tee that I fell asleep in last night. 

When did you create your blog?

This one in particular? February 27, 2015. I’ve been around much, much longer tho. The first blog I remember was made in late December of 2013, but I know I had others. Please don’t go looking for them. They’re bad and the first one I remembered was run together with my ex.

What kind of stuff do you post?

Fucking garbage don’t follow me

Do you have any other blogs?

Too many. Most of which I haven’t touched in a long long time. Please yell at me to actually get my shit together.

Do you get asks regularly?

Occasionally, but usually not lol.

Why did you choose your URL?

Okay so originally I had the shittiest memeiest URL for this blog under the name of snoo-pingas-usual. It was bad. Anyway my ex’s sister started stalking me and it was creepy so I put up that fake deleted code for a month or two and during that time I switched over to sporj, which was a running joke of a typo between me and my ex. And then Pocket Mortys came out and I was like ‘oh shit I might be able to snag a canon url’ so I went through the list of Mortys I encountered and found which ones weren’t taken and thus I became spoonmorty.

Gender?

Demifemale.

Hogwarts house?

Puff as fuck

Pokemon team?

Okay honestly I play through these games too often and with too different rulesets to give a solid one but I will say that in the normal Sun run I last did I had Decidueye, Crabrawler, Midday Lycanroc, Mudsdale, Salazzle, and Lapras, with the event Snorlax on my team up until Poni. However my favorite teammate has to be my first random shiny, my Audino. Listen I will yell about him for days and how he saved me in a Nuzlocke.

Favourite colour?

Blue da ba dee da ba die

Average hours of sleep?

Shrugging noises

Lucky number?

Implying I get lucky lol. I guess maybe 3?

Favourite character?

Okay listen… It’s hard to choose cause like. I have so many faves. But look at Franziska. She could whip me into submission. I would let her kill me. She wouldn’t cause yknow. She’s the prosecutor and her father tried that and fucked up horribly but still. I would let her if she did.

How many blankets do you sleep with?

Varies. Recently I’ve been too lazy to put on another comforter so I’m just sleeping with a sheet lmao

Dream job?

Anything with game design, especially the art and writing aspects.

Following: Too fucking many. 913 after a cleanout the other day.

i don’t really have anyone to tag but if you want to go for it :0c

  • Psyche: [to the oracles of the Hades] I have a message and a question: a message from Hephaestus and a question from me.
  • Psyche: WHERE. IS. MY. HUSBAND? [The oracles do not respond] Oh, don't give me those blank looks. The underworld Legion monitors this entire planet. You hear everything. So you tell me what I need to know, you tell me now, and I'll be on my way.
  • Oracle: What is Hephaestus' message?
  • [The Plegethon river suddenly catches on fire]
  • Psyche: Would you like me to repeat the question?
8

Would you like to go out to dinner with me?

I’m being serious here, Oliver.

So am I.

I don’t want to read to much into this, but are you asking me out on a date… Like an actual date, like a date date.

Sure, I mean, the implication being with dinner that you…

Usually I’m the one talking in sentence fragments.

Would you like to go to dinner with me.

Yes.


365 Days of Olicity: Day 58

PSA

If you have a WCIF I am more then happy to answer it, but please do not send it through the instant messaging system. I know it is a handy feature, but please be mindful that others may benefit from the same question you are asking. It also saves me from repeating myself. I try to keep IMs as a substitute for fanmail where I can talk and help others and not for helping people find CC. So please, use the ask feature for WCIFs if you would like to know where something comes from. 

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Treat Me Like Glass

Genre: smut (im so nervous eviscerate me), lots of fluff….. and a bit of angst at the end

Excerpt: "When’s the last time you bottomed for someone?“ Dan questions. 

Nothing but blunt curiosity is shown in his line of inquiry, but it still catches Phil off guard. The metal spoon slips from his fingers, only to be caught just before disaster would have the chance to strike. His eyes focus in on the multi-colored loops bobbing around in the sea of milk in his bowl, poking at them with the curve of his spoon. They sink and resurface and repeat. 

Warnings: swearing, sex, and bottom!phil (lmao)

Words:  4026

Tags: bottom phil, reality,