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I Can’t Save Her: Part 12

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2307

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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

Originally posted by veronikaphoenix

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.


“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'.

anonymous asked:

How does your script work? I see they are gliphs, but how did you evolved them and how would you used them?

Hello and pardon me because this is a very, very late answer. This is a very broad question which I think I didn’t know how to answer right away, so I didn’t, and it got buried under other stuff.

Shortest answer: They work a lot like Chinese characters.

Longer: If you look at closely at many glyphs, you will notice parts that repeat over and over. They are usually written with one stroke. One long, winding stroke, but still only one stroke.

They can’t be broken down any more. If you make a list of them (like I do), there are about 200 little pieces like that.

Most of these pieces have meanings of their own, and can be found alone. These are are often words referring to very concrete things. They originally evolved from painted pictures. Over the centuries, these pictures became simpler and more stylized. Nowadays they may not look like a picture of anything, but they did start as pictures.

But the vast majority of characters you see are made by combining two of these basic glyphs into one complex glyph. Both of the component glyphs are fitted together to fit in an imaginary ‘box,’ so together they occupy the same space that any other glyph does.

When you see two of those simpler pieces in a glyph, they usually have different functions. One piece suggests the meaning of the glyph, and one suggests the sound.

The meaning-part is usually on the top or left side. It puts the meaning of the glyph in some kind of category: people, animals, plants, buildings, water, actions you do with your hand, etc.

The sound-part is usually on the bottom or right side. The pronunciation of this part almost always rhymes with the pronunciation of the larger glyph.

There are exceptions to each of the explanations above.

If you want more detail about how glyphs evolved and are used, a while ago I made a series of posts about the history of Tepatic glyphs which you can look through. These might be relevant:








In fact, for the benefit of everybody, perhaps it might be a good idea to start a master post about everything related to Yuktepat and its writing system?

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”

I had a dream the other night that I was dating a computer named karen but I could only communicate with her through a wireless headset. so I would walk around with this headset on all the time and she would ask me these weird questions like “is it true that humans hold a spoon of sugar over a baby’s head and laugh, but then in nine years when the child is larger you do not know what to do?” and I’d cheerfully go “I don’t know, karen, I’ll go check with someone else!” then I’d repeat the question to another person and they’d be like “garrett what the fuck that question makes no sense” and I’d be like “hey, my girlfriend asked!! don’t be rude to karen!!”

then sometimes she would say things like “humans are so cute and small. so interesting. so fragile.” and I’d be like “awwww, karen, that’s sweet!” but my friends were all “karen says some creepy things about humans. are you sure she’s not planning on planning a hostile takeover of the human race?” and I’d be like “guys, karen is my girlfriend! she’s not gonna take over the world!”

like why couldn’t they just be cool about it yknow? why couldn’t they just be happy for me and karen?

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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iron-clad-moon  asked:

I have a question about how not being attracted to penis can make you transphobic. I myself identify as trans feminine amab but i would understand why somebody who is attracted to girls would not want to date me because of my genitals because sadly a big part of any relationship is sex (except for aro people) and it can be a huge turn off for someone to see a penis and vagina. As long as they are not pricks about it, i dont see why they are being transphobic

wait, there wasn’t a question here lol

but for real i feel like i’m repeating myself a lot so please go read through all the other posts i’ve answered and reblogged recently, maybe check out my video on the topic and my follow up that i link to in the pinned comment there.

the only thing i feel like i can add is this: i understand why you think that. i think maybe the thing that’s missing is the question of intent vs impact as well as the existence of implicit bias.

by intent vs impact, i mean that your belief that it’s fine “as long as they’re not pricks about it” makes sense, because you just want people to have a good intent. that makes sense. knowing someone has a good intent is reassuring. however, it’s important to acknowledge that even someone with good intentions can cause harm. they can have positive intent and have a negative impact. i would argue that’s what’s happening in this case. like, even if you’re not trying to hurt someone, if they still feel hurt, then it doesn’t really matter what you tried to do because at the end of the day they’re still hurt. so even if someone isn’t intentionally being transphobic, they are still capable of propping up transphobic structures and possibly causing harm to trans people.

the second part of this is implicit bias. some people will just flat out say they hate trans people. that’s very clear obvious prejudice. however, all of us have some forms of implicit bias that affect the way we think about or talk about trans people. these biases aren’t glaringly obvious like saying “i hate trans people,” but they can manifest in subtler ways. for instance, let’s say a child grows up in a society where trans people are idolized, maybe even fetished, and the media props them up as highly desirable. there’s a good chance that child grows up to find trans people attractive. now, let’s say that exact same child is raised in a society where the only time they ever see or hear of trans people is when people talk about deviants, perverts, “gross old men wearing dresses”, that sort of awful thing. there’s a good chance that exact same child will now grow up and find trans people absolutely repulsive.

we rarely want to believe that we are influenced by external forces. we often see ourselves us unchangeable static people who navigate the world around us without ever being affected by it. it’s scary to think that the media you consume as a child could affect your desires as an adult. but there’s been a lot of research into implicit bias for a variety of different topics (no, i’m not linking anything, i’m already spending too much time to reply to this ask and i ain’t getting paid to spend my time hunting down studies lol, but google is your friend). it’s impossible to determine exactly how much of who we are is determined by our surroundings and how much is innate, because you can’t exactly clone a person and have them raised in two staunchly different environments, and you certainly can’t do that at a societal level. because even in the trans-loving society, there would be people who didn’t find trans people attractive, and vice-versa for the trans-hating society. on a large scale level, it’s not about how the culture affects every single individual but the society at large. so if the trans-loving society has 80% people who find trans folks attractive and 20% people who don’t, and the trans-hating society has the inverse, that’s a lot of people who were influenced by the society to change their desires, though obviously some people in both worlds may be the same. so that’s basically a thought experiment it’s not something we could test, but there is a lot of research on implicit bias as a concept that i’d implore you to look into.

all that being said, i think it’s impossible to say that the people who say “i could never date/have sex with a trans person” are completely unaffected by implicit bias at all. i’m not saying they’ve all been brainwashed into believing that, of course not, but certainly a lot of us, all of us, trans people and cis people alike, have been conditioning growing up with some degree of implicit biases towards trans people. and so even though this feeling may feel innate, might feel unchangeable, we have to ask ourselves why we believe it and we have to try to unlearn some of those biases. maybe it will never change anything and some people will never find a trans person they’re attracted to – but we’ll never know if folks just keep plugging their ears and chanting “nope i hate penises always and forever nothing could ever change that it’s innate”.

there’s a lot of other stuff that’s gone into this conversation over tumblr so i do implore you to scroll through the posts from earlier today and read through them too. i hope that all makes sense. <3

anonymous asked:

Uh, I know this is a weird question, do you know what happened to Atan? I tried to get in contact with her, I know she is busy, but it's really starting to make me worried.

I have answered this a few times before, so it’s not as weird of a question as you think haha. Its not really something I like having to repeat myself on for the same reason I know I get asked about it, we didn’t hide being friends. We all miss seeing her around, for sure. But anyways, it’s not my place to speak for her. If she wanted to explain, she would do it herself. Sometimes real life just happens.

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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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.


“Like… romantically?”

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

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Tagged by @antivansdoitbetter Thank you!!

Rules: tag 10 people you would like to know better

@the-wolf-and-the-hawk @iseektheholygrail @robotslenderman @uriellactaea @lettaliart @tinyfoxparade

Birthday: September 14

Gender: female

Relationship status: I’m aro, so

Zodiac sign: virgo

Siblings: an older bro

Wake up time: after 9 on the weekend. Unfortunately 6 or 7 during the week :(

Lemonade or sweet tea: lemonade? I don’t really like either

Day or night: night

Coke or pepsi: neither, I don’t really drink soda

Calls or texts: text, I don’t like phone calls

Met a celebrity: nope, although I almost ran right into Richard Speight Jr at comicon once

Smile or eyes: eyes

Country or city: either

Last song I listened to: Fine Again by Seether

Nickname: Cal

Star sign: wait, is star sign the same as zodiac? 

Height: 5′10

Time right now:  8pm

Favourite music artist(s): I dunno, I’m always bad at this. My favorites are always changing. I guess Keaton Henson right now?

Song stuck in your head: I don’t really get songs stuck in my head

Last movie watched: Rogue One!

Last tv show watched: Ghost Whisperer 

What are you wearing right: Jeans and a sweater, nothing fancy

When did you create your blog: Over two years now! 

What kind of stuff do you post: This is my dragon age blog, so mostly just that as well as da ocs and fics

Do you have any other blogs moved to / saved URL: erlkonigstochter is my main blog (it’s a mess) and I have a few others but I’m not really active on any of them.

Do you get asks regularly: nope

Why did you chose your URL: because I’m in dragon age inquisition hell. 

Hogwarts house: ravenclaw I think? 

Pokemon team: I only just got my first pokemon game, so I’ll have to let you know!

Favorite color: blue I guess? Or just dark colors in general

Average hours of sleep: 9 

Favourite characters: I’m just gonna stick with DA characters because of reasons. Dorian, Vivienne, Josephine, Varric, Sera, ALAIN

How many blankets do you sleep with: Mostly just a sheet, but sometimes I’ll break out a blanket in the winter. 

Dream job: I’m not really sure. It’d be nice to do something with writing, particularly for video games, but I am enjoying being in IT

Following: 274. I’ve been on tumblr for over five years though so I should probably go through an weed out the inactive ones

@annyeongchingus​ tagged me in this, SO IMMA DO IT.

rules : answer the questions in a new post and tag 10-15 blogs you would like to get to know better.

nicknames?: Tae, Tay (honestly spell it and repeat it however u want, idc)

starsign: AQUARIUS

height: 164 cm

time right now: 1:07 am

last thing googled: Taekwoon

favorite music artists:  I’ll give my top 5:

Ice Nine Kills, The Amity Affliction, Get Scared, BTS, Monsta X

song stuck in your head : 피 땀 눈물 (because Alli was talkin about it)

last movie watched: The Iron Giant

last TV show watched: A Series of Unfortunate Events

what are you wearing right now: The Flash shirt and Ravenclaw sweats with Spider-Man socks

when did you create your blog: when tumblr was a wee lad on the internet

what kind of stuff do you post: kpop and shitposts and whatever i like

do you have any other blogs: I used to have a Wolverine ask blog

do you get asks regularly: nah

why did you choose your URL: Because I used to be in love with Zacky Vengeance from Avenged Sevenfold, and honestly I still am

gender: Female


pokemon team: Mystic

favourite colour(s): Pastels, black

average hours of sleep: 4?

lucky number: 42

favorite fictional character(s):  frick, uh, there are too many. Kylo Ren. wait, i just branded myself, shit. oh well. the deed has been done.

how many blankets do you sleep with: 2; my duvet and my How To Train Your Dragon throw

dream job: Nintendo PR

following: 1165

followers: 1078

I’m gonna tag @mrphaniplier, @mutant-fucker, @scottydoggg, @melthehoneybee, @ceruleansage, @zip-a-dee-lady, @tristanlycanth @tiger–beet and my lovely mutuals @lolibunbuns, @69beans69, @hauntreds, @afternoobs

turn it up, turn it up, turn it up bah bah turn~

Using only song names from 1 artist/band, cleverly answer these questions. Try not to repeat a song title, it’s a lot harder than you think!  

This was fun (and hard!), thank you for tagging me @harrumphandhuzzah! <3

Band/Artist:  Miranda Lambert

What is your gender? Girls

Describe yourself: Girl like me

How do you feel? Bathroom sink

If you could go anywhere, where would it be? Somewhere trouble don’t go

Mode of transportation: Greyhound bound for nowhere

Your best friend: Virginia Blubell

Favorite time of day: Dear old sun

If your life were a tv show, what would it be called? White Liar

What is life to you? That’s the way the world goes ‘round

Relationship status: Two rings shy

Your fear: Dead Flowers

In turn, I’m tagging: @pansysunicorn, @iaintnodamselindistress, @borninthefall, @cassanabaratheon and @amaltheaisalseep.

Rules: answer the questions in a new post and tag people you would like to get to know better
tagged by: @painpackerrisingsun

1. Nickname: does hprox count as a nickname? People I know call me that, but it’s not my real name (same with xorph). Lots of variations of thereof (prox, hox, etc) but I refuse to answer to any shortenings of my RL first name. 
2. Star Sign:
3. Height:
 5′6.5″ (basically the same height as Kenma woo~)
4. Time rn: 15:07
5. Favourite Music Artist: Red Hot Chili Peppers maybe? I don’t know, I’m not good at choosing favourites for most stuff…
6. Song stuck in your head:
7. Last Movie Watched: hmm, I think we watched Tangled last? 
8. Last TV Show you watched:
9. what are you wearing rn: lmao my comfortable home clothes: my university hoodie and leggings 
10. when did you create your blog:
 uh i think September 2014. Not sure, I didn’t post things for a while, I just lurked. Korra was airing, which is why I started becoming active. 
11. what kind of stuff do you post:
 Oh God, my blog is a mess. Mostly fandom stuff (hq, yoi, hxh, mb100, bnha, opm, middle earth, i think are most popular), animals, social justice type stuff, memes. 
12. do you have any other blogs:
 yeah, i run a bunch of ao3 feed blogs, an ask blog, and my art blog 
13. Do you get asks regularly:
14. why did you choose your username:
my usual handles were taken when i created this blog and this UN is my backup 
15. Gender:
i am iron man 
16. Hogwarts House:
17. Pokemon Team: I don’t play Pokemon, but I like the fandom characterization of that Instinct guy
18. Favourite colour:
 Green, particularly forest green but all greens are good greens
19. Average hours of sleep:
varies quite a lot, but i think the mode is six
20. lucky number:
21. Favourite character:
 JUST ONE??? ahhhhh just going to choose Kageyama Tobio…..but I cannot believe you would try to make me choose one from all my fandoms….
22. how many blankets do you sleep with:
 one, but there’s a blanket for my dog on my bed too i guess? 
23. dream job: someone pays me money to continue existing. 
24. Following:
lmao omg 1,266…….i have a problem…..(at least not all of them are active) 

no tags from me, sorry!! ^^;

anonymous asked:

*anon asks person question about wife, something you have stated not to do multiple times for obvious reasons* You: Please do not ask questions about my wife, thank you. Take care. People: Omg you were so rude. All they'd do was answer a question, you didn't have to backlash like that! Why did you go kill her cat, steal her first born, and take over the world?

I honestly wasn’t intending to be rude, only firm, and I likely would have simply ignored it, as I typically do, or would have only asked them not to ask such questions if I thought they didn’t know. As I gain new followers each day, I know many people aren’t necessarily aware of things I’ve asked people not to do in the past, which is why I repeat myself quite often, but it made me uncomfortable and I found it rude that someone who did know sent me a message to say, basically, ‘I know you don’t answer questions about your wife, but here’s a question about your wife’. I interpreted it as deliberate prying despite knowledge of my preferences to the contrary, and I thought that was rude. I was only trying to express as much and ask that they not do it again. I even said I should not have assumed anyone would consider it a standing rule and should have just reiterated. I find if I’m not firm, people tend to walk over me. It has happened quite a lot in my life. But then when I try to be, even while trying to be polite about it, I still get smacked down for it. So, I don’t know what else I can do but just try to be open and honest about how I’m interpreting things (which won’t always match the intention behind whatever I am interpreting, naturally) and how I feel about them, good or bad, and ask people for respect and/or understanding and/or explanation. Or I suppose I can just delete and ignore, rather than try to inform or request. There’s no winning way, I suppose.

🤘🏾🌺 Get to Know me Tag🤘🏾🌺

💕 Big thanks to @hallyuchild for tagging me 💕 

rules : answer the questions in a new post and tag 10-15 blogs you would like to get to know better.

Nicknames: Lexi, Princess, sometimes just “P”

Star sign: Cancer sun, Cap moon, Taurus ascendent

Height: 5 ft. 4″

Time right now: Almost 7pm

Last thing googled: Zulu women’s clothing (reference for a project)

Favorite music artists: Currently I’m listening to a lot of SZA, Solange, Kadhja Bonet, Day6, Bangtan, Kisum, & Heize’s music.

Song stuck in my head: I’ve been listening to All I wanna do by Jay Park on repeat since yesterday;;;

Last movie watched: A Netflix documentary about Hayao Miyazaki

last tv show watched : Just yesterday I started watching an anime called Your Lie in April, the animation is g o r g e o u s.

What am I wearing: A blue sweater with ripped jeans and black docs,

When did I create my blog: Maybe 2 years ago?

What do I post: Lots of K-pop these days, fashion photography, food, makeup, cute animals, etc, occasionally my own drawings

Do I have any other blogs: I keep an art inspiration blog called @ahtattack

do I get asks regularly: Once in a while, but I’d love to get more. I love talking about myself and tagging people~

why did I choose my url: tbh I just thought it sounded pretty~

Gender: ♀

Hogwarts house: Hufflepuff

Pokemon team: I don’t play Pokemon, but the ice bird is pretty so…?

Favorite colors: Mostly pink and other sunrise/set colors.

Average hours of sleep: 4-6ish? I usually wake up pretty early. 

Lucky number: 95 (obviously)

Favorite fictional characters: Sophie Hatter, Hermione Granger, & Meg Murray

How many blankets do I sleep with: Just 1, but its a big cushy duvet that could easily compensate for like, 2.

Dream job: I’d love to work as an illustrator at a publishing company, or go into Visual Development! 

Followers: A little over 100

Following: I think last time I checked it was w a y too many.

I’ll tag💌  @coxsamillion, @johnnyseogf, @mlkygguk, @ontann, @sweaterweathering, @jeffrey-oppa, @pvnkyoongi, @blushyoongi, @bubblebbar, & @jeondarling to play too if they want 💌


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?”