Peanut butter, mango, and praline for the ice cream asks :)
favorite academic subject? It’s always been a toss-up between English and history, and I’ve always loved the overlap between the two. You can learn a lot about certain historical periods based on books written during or about those periods, and a lot of classic literature has strong ties to significant moments in history. And our history influences our society, which in turn influences our popular culture, and it’s all just so, so, so interesting to me!! I studied both pretty heavily in college, with a lot of focus on how history and literature shaped modern popular culture.
when and why did you start your blog?I started back in 2011/2012 because a friend had encouraged me to check it out. Once I got the hang of it I really enjoyed having a new outlet to share fanfics, and while I unfortunately don’t speak with that friend anymore, I’ve made a lot of really amazing friends through this blog, which is reason enough for me to stick around.
a popular book you haven’t read yet.I haven’t read any of the Raven Cycle, Six of Crows (what is it with YA & birds?), or the Foxhole Court books yet. I see them all over - Tumblr, the online book community, writing communities, EVERYWHERE. While I’d definitely like to check them out, I have trouble committing to series, & my to-be-read list is so long I’m not sure when (or if) I’ll get to them.
Brain baby: Demon!Cougar sent by bad men (or Jake's dad) to kill Jake and drag him to hell, but Cougar takes one look at him and knows he doesn't deserve it. So he kills the senders instead and steals Jake away for himself. Smut ensues. Thoughts?
I love it! I could see Jake being completely oblivious to the dire situation and thinking Cougar is actually delivering a strip-o-gram or something, because who else would wear a cowboy hat with that much swagger? Cougar would be so confused as to why Jake happily invites him in until Jake gets a little impatient about Cougar not taking his clothes off and smelling vaguely of sulfur, and demands to know why Cougar isn’t getting naked.
can I request something for your Good Boy series? Rickyl where Daryl is embarrassed about crying during sex but Daddy loves that he gets so affected?
Sorry this took so long! I hope its fine <3some sap because rickyl always needs more sap
They had ever only done it one time, and Rick thought that their first time was very good. Thinking about it brought a fond smile onto his face, lining his eyes with happy wrinkles that softened his far away gaze. It took a lot of time to get there, for Daryl to be comfortable enough to even lay with him, and to finally have him — If there was any way he could put into words how he felt, it would probably sound a whole lot like flying.
He watched Daryl as the other played with his daughter, the one man that he loved. He had no doubt in his heart that the sentiment was returned. He caught his eye and Daryl passed him one of those shy, hidden smiles before Judith was climbing back on top of him, all four years and 40 pounds of toddler toppling him over to the ground with giggles and screams. He watched Daryl be gentle with her, those calloused hands holding her like her bones were made of glass. She adored him like the ocean did the moon, and Daryl was sure to meet her half way every time.
Carl came crashing down the stairs, stomping on size 11 feet and inching above him. It was weird having to look up at him before he became a full grown man, but these were the cards he was dealt. The boy of 17 snagged Judith around her waist, carrying her in his arms to allow Daryl to get back on his feet, and with each sharing a nod goodbye, and Carl giving him an excited, wide grin, they separated ways.
“Hey,” Rick greeted as Daryl approached the porch and Daryl let his eyes drop in that shy way of his, before raising them again. “Ya haven’t said a word to me all week. Start t’think I did somethin’ wrong.”
“That’s a lie and ya know it,” Daryl smirked, but he understood what he meant. He stepped up in Rick’s space, close enough to almost feel him breathe, and sighed heavily. Rick couldn’t help carding a hand through his long hair, pushing it behind his ear in an attempt to soothe. “Sorry I’ve been distant.”
“Yeah… thought somethin’ was up,” Rick replied, but there was no accusation in his tone. Just patience. “We alright out here?”
“Mm.”
“Then talk to me, Daryl,” Rick urged and they might be out in the open, might have an audience who just can’t keep their nose out of their business, but that wasn’t their problem. Times had gone beyond that, beyond the judgmental stares, and this… this can only last as long as it’s going to last. Rick cradled Daryl’s face in both hands, hands lost in deep brown and thumbs sweeping over sun spotted cheeks. “Ain’t like you to hide from me. I hurt you?”
He watched the redneck carefully, the man shaking his head in a negative. Rick’s brow furrowed, head tilted when he’s trying to understand. He could be wrong and maybe Daryl was lying. “You cried.”
“Did not.” Daryl huffed and Rick’s short shake of his head made Daryl shrug and lean back. Hands left their post, and smoothed from his face to his shoulder, the other to his bicep. Kept him close. “Why are ya askin’ about that, Rick?”
“Because you are hidin’ from me. Last we shared a bed…” he shifted his stance, managing to catch Daryl’s evading eyes. “I love you. That won’t change. If it means we don’t ever do that again, then that’s fine-“
“No!” Daryl startled Rick, might of even startled himself. His tongue caught and his cheeks flushed pink. “‘m just tryin’ to get used to it. Ain’t never done it before and I just got overwhelmed. Shit, ain’t like its some big deal an’ — and I was bein’ a big baby about it-“
“Daryl.”
That man really knew how to work himself up. Rick briefly wondered if a lot of that hiding had to do with that night specifically, or these thoughts that Daryl had let brew in his head. Demons, as far as Rick was concerned, hanging over his shoulder. As often as possible Rick tried to shine some light over him and scare them away.
Daryl let him cut him off, his thin lips pressing shut until the pinks of them were nothing beyond a dark line. His chest rose and fell with each breath he dragged into his lungs. Fingers were curled at his sides, walls were up.
“I loved every moment of it.” Rick said and Daryl flinched like he was expecting something much worse. He could feel his own heart beat trying to pull itself right out of his own chest, trying to get closer. “Everything. Even the tears.”
Daryl grumbled, “Was just bein’ a big fuckin’ baby,” and let himself be dragged closer until their foreheads touched and Daryl could hesitantly bring his own hands to Rick’s elbows. “Who cries like that during sex?”
“Apparently this big baby,” Rick said and Daryl snorted, chewing at his dry lips in quiet embarrassment. “But that’s alright. It is. Our first time, Daryl, it meant a lot to me too.”
“Stop it.”
“No.” Rick held him tighter, laughing under his breath as Daryl squirmed and rolled his eyes, “Can’t run away from this ‘chick shit’ this time because you need to hear it. I love that having sex with me does that to you.” He let that roll around in Daryl’s head.
A quirk of his mouth, “Do you?” Rick tilted his head the other way, brows raised in that ‘guilty’ expression. Daryl snorted, “Won’t do it next time,” and gave him a real smile when Rick pressed his lips against his.
“But you’ll at least call me ‘daddy’ again, right?’
Daryl flushed and finally shoved him a way, hiding his red cheeks as he marched up the stairs. Well that wasn’t a ‘no’, and Rick laughed happily as he kept two steps behind.
Hello yes I wrote you a thing based on your prompt about Daryl or Rick arriving at Alexandria separately. I don't know if it's exactly what you're looking for, and it's kinda short (800 words) but it's here if you want it. I can post it on tumblr or AO3 or just send it to you idk whatever you want okay bye
I WOULD LOVE TO SEE IT. If you post it on AO3 just send me the link or tell me the title so I can find it.
OMG!!! BBY YOU SO FINE I CAN'T EVEN HANDLE IT!!! I KNOW WE ARE MEANT TO BE IF YOU JSUT GOT TO KNOW ME YOU'D SEE!!! I KNOW YOURE FAMOUS BUT BBY I AM THE ONE FOR YOU I LOVE YOU FOREVER YOU'RE MY FAVE
1: If you could have an artist cover any song, which band/singer and track would you choose - Fall Out Boy doing Skyfall
15: If you could go for ice cream with one artist who has passed away, who would it be and what flavour would you buy them - Uhm, probably Freddie Mercury. And strawberry.
22: A song that you like that no-one would expect you to - idk what people expect me to like but I'm gonna say basically everything by Lana Del Rey
If you don't mind me asking, what exactly does "raise Cain" mean and how is it used conversationally. (I've lived in ND all my life, so I'm very unfamiliar with most regionalisms from anywhere outside the midwest)
Colloquially, it’s basically the same as “raise hell.” It generally means to cause a lot of trouble for others. Sometimes it can refer to acts of violence, but usually it’s just used whenever the person is extremely angry at a situation and about to blow their lid.
Southerners use both “raise hell” and “raise Cain” although those who tend to use “raise Cain” tend to have more deeply religious ties. I don’t, but I grew up around so many people who do that it just stuck. Also I like the biblical reference (Cain became the first murderer in the bible when he killed his brother Abel).
"That lady done raised Cain when she found out her son got suspended""If my AC doesn’t get fixed soon I’m gonna raise Cain""He has the disposition that can raise Cain in an empty room"
