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Get to Know Me!

This is just a fun little thing I’ve been wanting to do since the dawn of time but could never find a post to reblog that satisfied what I wanted. So I made this, feel free to reblog and use it yourself!

❤️ how tall are you?

🧡 what is your sexuality?

💛 what is your favorite feature on yourself?

💚 where are you from?

🩵 do you have any pets?

💙 do you have any siblings?

💜 describe yourself in five words or less!

🩷 dream job?

🖤 favorite hobbies outside of your blog

🎂 when is your birthday?

🌙 your zodiac (Sun, Moon, Rising)

💉do you have tattoos and/or piercings

🚗 can you drive?

✈️ favorite place you’ve traveled

🎤 have you been to a concert

🎵 favorite artists

🎧 last song you listened too

📺 last show you watched

📝 last thing you wrote

🔐 something no one would guess about you

🧟‍♀️ scariest thing that’s happened to you

🔥 craziest thing that’s ever happened to you

🍓 favorite food

🍅 least favorite food

🍊 favorite season?

🍋 favorite genre to read / watch / write

🍐 if you could make one character real, who would it be

🫐 some place you’d love to visit

🍇 a word your friends would use to describe you

🍒 what is your earliest memory

🍌 what is one talent you wish you had

💌 why did you start this blog?

✏️ when did you start writing fanfic

🖇️ what are your favorite asks to answer

📚 how do you come up with the fics you write

📌 what is the fic you’re know for

🔍 what character do you enjoy writing for the most

🖊️ what character do you not enjoy writing for

💔 is there a fic you wish you didn’t write

❤️‍🔥 what character do you simp for most often

🧚‍♀️ favorite characters of all time

🪐 favorite shows / series of all time

🌝 a show you would recommend to anyone

🌚 a show you’d tell people to stay away from

🌹 favorite kinks to write for

🥀 kinks you would never write for

🌊 a kink you would like to write but you think you’d be judged

❄️ full fics, imagines or head canons

☂️ your favorite fanfic from another writer

A couple of in depth questions!

🍄 what is something that’s happened in your life that you wish you could go back and change?

⭐️ what is one of your biggest accomplishments? Why is it so important to you?

🪻what is the toughest thing you had to go through, but can say you’ve successfully overcome?

🌺 what is the best gift someone has ever given you and why is it so important

🍀 what is your comfort show/series and why is it your comfort show? How has it helped you?

I am a dreamer and I always will be. I've been told that dreaming won't get me anywhere but while my childhood ends, my dreams do not. Now that I'm graduating soon I can't help but dream of my ever so near future. I dream of getting into that college. Of graduating with flying colors and making it into med school. I dream of getting that big time job that so many dream of. I dream of the big time life and living comfortably. I dream of being the best. I dream of showing just how good I can be. I dream of showing them that yes that potential they saw is there and I have embraced it. in fact, I've overcome it and am more than they ever thought I'd be. I dream most of making my parents proud. I dream my hardest that I do enough. To prove to them that their baby girl can do it. That I can manage in this crazy world and can strive above the normal. That I can make my dreams and their dreams come true. And yet despite this, I dream like the little girl I am. Truly I dream not of the high life, not of becoming the doctor I always said I would be, but of becoming a mother. I dream of becoming a wife. I dream about coming home to a loving husband, a loving pair of arms to curl into when the world knocks me down again and again. I do not dream of a big house with a big pool and piles of money, but instead a love that I can not measure. Though I will admit a nice house and land would bring me some sense of happiness, I would simply be better off with a man to call home instead. A strong pair of arms to fall into and a smile to match the warmth I would feel when I am near him. I dream of the ups and downs because I know it will happen and I do not fear because I know it would be meant to be. I would know we would fight for each other and be there no matter what. And more than ever I dream to be a mother. I dream of coming home to small voices and even smaller footsteps. I dream of the moment I find out and the fear and excitement that will race through me. I dream of every moment, no matter how big, small, exciting, or scary because it will only happen once. I do not fear birth because what truly is more beautiful than bringing a life into this world? I do not fear it because if I have truly found my husband he would be there. He would help me through the pains and struggles and oh how I would love him. I may not know it all but I know how just enough to make me waiver in fear. I know it would be hard and I know I may not feel like I could do it but oh how it would be worth it. To have my own child to love and care for. Oh how I would give my world for my baby. I want nothing more to be a mother. To give the love that I have always gotten from my mother. I dream of the moment when I would take my sweet little bundle home and I would cry. I dream of the many milestones and more. I dream of the temper tantrums and the long nights. I dream of the little giggles and the loud cries. I dream of being woken up at night by my child like I had done to my own mother. I dream of a love so large it's almost overwhelming. And I know life wouldn't be perfect. I know I will struggle and I know I may fail. Yet if I had just a glimpse of this life I would be okay. And I fear of speaking this dream aloud because in this world I'm supposed to want to strive above and beyond. I'm supposed to be strong and independent. Yet these are the dreams I dream of as I near my last few months of my childhood. I will strive for one path yet yearn for another. I will strive to be the best and strive to prove myself and make them proud. I will do this because I know a dream is a dream. I know I may not get what I want so I will go on. For what truly is the dreams of a seventeen year old girl than just that. A dream.

thought I'd share this. Thank you Captain!

as promised, here's another depressing crosshair edit <3

i would also like to apologise for this one...

also thank u for all the support on my other crosshair edit, it's nice to be able to share my edits with people who i know will enjoy them! :)

screaming, crying, giggling like a fool, kicking my feet in the air when someone interacts with me on this app

note: something i had wrote for the fall list that i never ended up posting cause i forgot hahaha whoops :)

13) Black Cat- Darry Curtis x reader

The house was silent with the exceptions of soft snores coming from the couch and bedrooms. I look down to the small bundle in my arms and smile. There’s no way I’m getting away with this. I move to the kitchen and open the fridge for some milk. I set the small bundle onto the countertop and I start to pour some milk into a small saucer. A light flickers on and I jump. “What are you doing?”

I turn to see my boyfriend standing in the hallway with his arms crossed. “Nothing! Just… getting some milk? What’re you doing Dare?” I smile innocently and try to advert the attention from the small, now moving, bundle on the counter by walking up to him and dramatically falling into his arms. Lets see how far this goes.

“Apparently watching you pour milk into a saucer that you were going to drink out of. What are you actually doing?” Darry looks down at me and raises a brow, suspicious.

“Yeah about that… I-” I’m cut off by high pitched meows coming from behind me. I nervously smile. “Yeah so I guess the cats out of the bag…” I laugh. “Quite literally…” I turn and grab the small black kitten out of the blankets and smile.  “So you know how you said the only time we’d ever get a pet is if we found it on the side of the road? You’ll never believe were I found this little munchkin!” I watch as he blinks in surprise and frowns.

“C’mon Darry don’t give me that look! He’s just a baby! How could I leave him there?” I smile pleadingly at him and walk closer. “Here, hold him. He doesn’t bite or scratch.” I hand him the kitten and hold my breath. Surely he wouldn’t make me put him back… right?

I smile as he slowly looks up. “So we can keep him?”

forget armorer's forge, that's the trauma flashback room

hey jess! i hope you’re having a good day/night :). i hope you don’t mind but i’d like to make a request. could you do Kento x reader where they’ve been working really hard on something coming up and when they get the chance to do it everything just goes down the drain? like they’re trying sooo sooo hard to do it right but nothings working so they come home terribly upset and feel like they can’t do it right but they’ve been working so hard

i’m having a rough night and i need some comfort from my beloved kento 🥲

hi friend ! sorry for taking so long , i hope you’re feeling better <33

“my love don’t you think you can relax for a bit, I’m sure everything will go well” kento calls from under the covers, watching as you went over your work for the fifth time just in the last hour.

“after this one thing i swear” you mumble, eyes not tearing from the project in front of you. you can remember the last time you managed to get into bed the same time as nanami, sometime before you started working on your project.

you’ve been working at it tirelessly, even opting out of cuddle sessions and movie marathons to perfect everything by the deadline came.

“you said that thirty minutes ago” he sighs, kicking the blanket off and walking over to you, his chin resting on your shoulder, humming at your work before pressing a kiss to your cheek. “you’re gonna do amazing, i know it.”

and you wanted to believe him, and for a second when you drifted to sleep, you really did.

kento is shocked when he hears the door open harshly, slamming shut before watching you breeze past him and into the bedroom.

nanami takes a second to debate on wether he should try and talk to you or give you space, but he’s setting his book down and knocking on the bedroom door before he knows it.

“my love?” his voice is gentle, you’re sitting at the foot of the bed, your head in your hands, quiet sobs leaving your body.

“fuck off ken” you grumble, wiping your tears and sniffling a bit, “i don’t need a damn lecture right now.” maybe you were too harsh, and maybe you were just taking your frustrations out on him because he was the only one near you.

“do you want me to give you space?” his voice was still calm and gentle, no sign of anger or upset from your lashing out. his kindness only works to make your eyes burn even more, the lump in your throat growing harder to swallow.

“everything went wrong” and for the first time since you got home, you look at your lover, “i tried to fix it and adapt and-” you can’t even finish your sentence, a hiccup leaving your lips as you bury your face in your hands again.

kento is quickly at your side, taking you into his arms and cradling you, your head in his chest as he rubs your back.

“I’m so sorry baby” he whispers, trying his best to calm your sobs down. his chest tightens when you grip his shirt a bit harder, as if you’re scared he’d leave you. “I’m right here don’t worry” he mumbles, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, shushing you softly as your sniffles die down.

you stay there for a while, muffled hiccups against his chest as you try to compose yourself, only sitting up when you’re finally sure you’re done crying. your eyes are bloodshot and you’re sure you look terrible, but even as you look at your lover utterly broken, he’s staring back at you as if you’re the most precious thing in the world to him.

he’s giving you napkins and water, offering to run you a bath and make you some tea, all with the softest smile on his face.

and when you’re finally in bed, tangled in his arms he’s still staring at you like you hung up the moon.

“I’m sorry” you whisper, face flushed as you hear him ‘tsk’ as you.

“i don’t want your apologies, there’s nothing to apologize for” his voice is a bit firmer than before. “I’m always gonna be here for you” he assures, giving you a small smile.

“i just can’t believe everything went so wrong” you sigh, biting your bottom lip, “i triple checked everything, i stayed up so late i worked so hard” you huff, the tears stinging your eyes.

“hey, hey, look at me” his voice still firm when your eyes meet his honey ones, “everything is gonna work itself out okay? everything always happens for a reason.”

“but what if it doesn’t?” you whisper, the pit in your stomach growing, but kento is there to snuff it out before it can consume you.

“I’ll be here” he smiles, “I’ll be for you for everything, you know you can always lean on me” there’s comfort laced in his every word.

you don’t say anything, opting instead for burying your face deeper into the crook of his neck, letting the smell of his cologne and body wash fill your nose.

sure things may have fallen apart, but you’re glad you have kento to help you pick up the pieces and make something even better than before.