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wanderingmemory replied to your post:I’m on Wordpress! Find me on...
Awesome! It’s always exciting when a blogger joins/returns to our community :D :D
Yeah, I'm pretty pumped too! :D Especially since I was so bummed about abandoning Infrared Pedestrian. I'm hoping to blog with more pictures that I've taken myself this year, but I think the biggest hurdle will be to force myself to write. :/
Once you get this, you have to say five things you like about yourself publicly. Then send this to your ten favorite followers.
Thanks for asking! 1. I like that I draw. But my older, more disproportionate drawings haunt me to this day. 2. I like my hair after it’s been shampooed and combed. It’s really soft and shiny. 3. I like that I’m logical. 4. I like that the music I listen to can get me pumped up or calm me down. 5. I like that I can learn things that I’m interested in very quickly.
Admit stuff: 22, 81, 84?
22. Would you ever want to swim with sharks?
…Not really?
81. Tea or coffee?
I’m not overly fond of either, but coffee definitely.
84. Can you hold your breath without holding your nose?
Yup
Thanks for asking, wanderingmemory!
I'd place you in Ravenclaw, I think, but I can't figure out for the life of me why.
It's funny, because for the longest time I considered myself a Ravenclaw. And I think, a lot of the time, I act like a Ravenclaw as well, pulling out hard facts and statistics and evidence to prove my point. That's probably why you would place me as one. :) But because Houses are decided but what you value the most, not necessarily how you act, I now consider myself a Slytherin, because I value cunning and ambition and shrewdness and willing to do what needs to be done more so that hard facts and knowledge.
You're so aesthetically aware! Sorry, that sounds weird, but seriously EVERYTHING you post is just gorgeous. Merry Christmas!
Thank you so much! Merry Christmas to you also! :)
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I really, really, really like gulab jamun. It’s an unhealthy obsession. Thanks for asking!
Purple! :D
Thank you, you're adorable! :)
Choose your ship, 14, and I can't wait to read it :)
Here is your very lame, very short, fairly gay fic, wanderingmemory. Here’s to hoping you enjoy it, despite the ship being one you’ve never read about. :)
Lab Partners AU
Ship: Puck/Ash (Iron Fey Series)
Length: Short
Quality: Semi-decent reality TV
The teacher clapped her hands together and the class of high school students fell silent. “So I don’t ruin the rest of your year, let me tell you now that where you’re currently sitting will be your lab table during your time in this class, and the person sitting beside you will be your lab partner. If anyone wants to change, do it now. You have one minute.”
She turned her back and immediately there was a shuffling of chairs. Towards the back of the room, a boy with black hair and gray eyes looked to his left. “I’m going to regret working with you, aren’t I?” he said to the lanky redhead beside him.
"Oh, Ashypoo, your never-ending devotion warms my heart."
"Shut it, Goodfell," Ash muttered, his face moving in such a way that Rob wanted nothing more than to swoop down and kiss his pouting lips. He knew he couldn’t, of course. His - boyfriend? friend with benefits? lover? They’d been together for years, yet had never defined their relationship - had a strict no-PDA rule. And while Rob had broken it in the past, it made the other boy uncomfortable and occasionally upset or angry, and Rob didn’t like to see Ash anything under "content" on the happiness scale, so he wasn’t going to chance it.
Though the other boy hated it, the rule made sense, considering their relationship wasn’t exactly approved of by Ash’s rich and powerful single mother, who thought her son deserved better than a poor, grubby foster kid. Not that Rob was poor or grubby in actuality - his foster father was rich and powerful in his own right, the head of the company that was Ash’s mother’s biggest competitor. That little fact hadn’t exactly helped…
"Rob?"
The redhead jolted from his thoughts to meet Ash’s eyes. “Yeah?”
"You were staring at my mouth," he said with a somewhat exasperated smile, and Rob knew Ash knew exactly what sort of things he had been thinking about.
"It must be because it’s so exquisite. How could I not?"
Ash quirked a corner of his exquisite lips. “Later.”
Later. Rob felt excitement course through him. Later was even better than now. Later, in the privacy of Ash’s bedroom, in his own wing of his family’s mansion, where no one could see or hear them…
"Later, Ashypoo?" he said with a grin "But we have chemistry now."
