#plink42

[iantcjcnes]

List 10 things that make you happy, then put this in the ask box of the last 10 people who rebolgged something from you. Spread the positivity! Thank you for being awesome and have a wonderful day 💚💕

My ten top things are: hot chocolate, video games, my family, watching the stars on a clear night, reading, dancing badly to music, laying in the sunshine on a warm day, chocolate, sending awful memes to my friends.

Thank you for this!!

[deathbecomesnerds]

Pass the happy! 💛 When you get this, reply with 5 things that make you happy and send this to the last 10 people in your notifications 😘

1. Writing

2. Foil, Arms, and Hog videos

3. Going to the Movies

4. Dinner with my friends

5. Parker Kitteh

[thatwritererinoriordan]

Music Tag Thing

Tagged by @plink42. List songs that begin with each letter of your URL.

T   “The Big Big Beat,” Azalea Banks

H   “He Wasn’t Man Enough,” Toni Braxton

A   “Alec Eiffel,” The Pixies

T   “Trigger Hippie,” Morcheeba

W   “Work,” Rihanna featuring Drake

R   “Runaway Crush,” Stella Soleil

I   “I’m Not Okay (I Promise),” My Chemical Romance

T   “This Love,” Maroon 5

E   “Emperor’s New Clothes,” Panic! at the Disco

R   “Rocket,” Smashing Pumpkins

I   “In The Night,” The Weeknd

N   “NO,” Meghan Trainor

O   “Out of the Woods,” Taylor Swift

R   “Rehab,” Amy Winehouse

I   “Irresistible,” Fall Out Boy feat. Demi Lovato

O   “One Million Bullets,” Sia

R   “Rebel Rebel,” David Bowie

D   “Dangerous Woman,” Ariana Grande

A   “Americano,” Lady Gaga

N   “No Ordinary Love,” Sade

I tag: @lady-noremon @suckrfish @eruditemonk @shootmyheartout @lookturtles @heyjules64 @mtman1 @jbfmom and whoever else wants to!

[sinisdreams]

I was tagged by @plink42 quite a while ago, so here we finally go!  

If I were a month, I’d be October. If I were a day of the week, I’d be Saturday. If I were a god or goddess, I’d be Athena or Ilmatar. My knowledge of god(desses) is awful. If I were a verb, I’d be liekehtiä (to flame, to blaze). It’s one of the many Finnish words I just really like the sound of. If I were a sea animal, I’d be an octopus. If I were an object in a living room, I’d be a rocking chair. If I were a gemstone, I’d be a peridot. If I were a flower, I’d be a simple one-stranded orchid. If I were a kind of weather, I’d be a cold winter’s day. If I were a color, I’d be green. If I were an adjective, I’d be luminous. It sounds pretty and as an added bonus contains the Finnish word for snow (lumi) which I think is one of the most beautiful words. If I were a fruit, I’d be a nectarine. If I were a sound, I’d be-- *hears “Many Rivers to Cross” on the radio right at this moment* --Jimmy Cliff singing that. Yes, please. I’ll take it. If I were a Hogwarts house, I’d be Ravenclaw. If I were an element, I’d be earth. If I were a word, I’d see two possible answers above already. :P If I were a taste, I’d be gingerbread cookies. If I were a scent, I’d be earl grey. If I were an object, I’d be a painting on a wall, listening in on the world around me. If I were a body part, I’d be the eyes. Very tempted to say the ears. If I were a song, I’d be “Don’t Look Back in Anger”. I have about 1000 answers to this.

Relationship status: single Favorite color: green Pets: none Wake up time: six-ish Day or night: day Cats or dogs: both Coke or Pepsi: neither Text or call: call Chapstick or lipstick: neither Last song I listened to: “Love is Lost (Hello Steve Reich Remix)” by David Bowie. What a tune.

Phew, there. Not tagging anyone, but if anyone wants to do this, I’d love to read yours.

[teentitantruefriend]

The idea is to answer the questions with words beginning with the first letter of your name. It’s harder than it looks! What’s your name: Jackie A four letter word: junk A boy’s name: John An...

Thank-you for tagging me, @plink42! I’ll be posting mine soon.

[agentmapal-blog]

Rinch/nosmut/They bake together

Taking Submissions - A Drabble A Day

If there was one thing Harold had never expected from John, it was that he could bake. It wasn’t even like he was an amateur baker, sticking a premade sponge mix into the oven, no, he really could bake. As they sat at the counter in John’s kitchen, ingredients for possibly the most grotesque chocolate fudge cake ever scattered around them, Harold was quietly glad that they had found another hobby to share.

   He was also thanking any higher being for John’s arms in that soft, grey t-shirt as he whisked eggs with ease. They were essentially still in their pyjamas, enjoying a late Sunday morning with no interruption from the machine. Things were quiet, the world outside blanketed in snow, and they could revel in the warmth and peace of John’s apartment just for a while.

   “I’m not sure this cake should be legal,” Harold muttered as he read the recipe again. He had the dry ingredients measured and ready for the wet ingredients, his part finished for now. John looked up from the eggs and shrugged nonchalantly.

   “Since when did we worry about legal?” John said simply. He had a point, of course, but the title of the recipe had triple chocolate in it and the picture looked like it was oozing sugar and stickiness. Not that he was particularly complaining.

   He watched and John mixed together the ingredients, stirring them all in a large bowl with swift but gentle motions. Soon the mixture was smooth, dark, and extremely chocolatey and Harold slid over the trays he had prepared. It took John just a few minutes to pour the mixture, tap it level, and slide the trays into the oven, the sweet smell of baking soon filling the apartment.

   “I didn’t think you’d enjoy baking,” John said as he brushed some flour and cocoa off his hands and onto his sweats. Harold let out a small, exasperated sigh and reached out to try to rub the powder from John’s pants.

   “The same could be said for you,” he answered, frowning as John stopped his fussing with a gentle hand around his wrist. John stepped closer, sliding in front of Harold and leaning forwards to rest his hands on either side against the counter.

   Harold span on the stool to face him, hands instinctively finding their way to John’s hips. It had been three months since they had grown closer after something that could have only been called a date to the theatre and a small, hole-in-the-wall restaurant in Manhattan. The transition had been easy, like it was meant to be all along, but that didn’t mean Harold appreciated John leaning in to kiss him while he had generous smudges of flour on his face.

   “Ah,” Harold said lightly, a hand lifting to press on John’s chest and stop him before moving to rub the flour from his cheek. “I’m not even sure how you managed that.” John shrugged once again, a smirk tugging at his lips as he started to lean in again despite Harold’s protests. “No,” he said, leaning back against the counter as far as he could, “no, wait, wait wait wa-”

   His complaints were interrupted by a laugh as John buried his face against his neck and rubbed the flour of there, light stubble brushing against his skin. “You’re an animal,” Harold breathed when he could speak again.

   “But you love me,” John said easily as he lifted his head again, clear blue eyes soft and gentle. It was the first time those words had been uttered between them, the notion unspoken but understood. He said it with such surety that it made Harold’s heart skip a beat.

   “I do,” he confirmed quietly, “more so when you’re not covered in baking goods.” John’s smirk broadened into a grin and he leaned in again for a kiss, Harold meeting him halfway this time. The kiss was almost as sweet as the cake that was filling the apartment with a wonderful scent and Harold let out a long breath as he let himself melt into it.

[dreamingofmidnight]

The Reese/Finch ship is called Rinch and I ship them massively hard too. Welcome to the feels. 😸

Thank you, for both the answer and the welcome.

Also, for the cat :D

[agentmapal-blog]

Have you ever visited another country?

yes