Got tagged by the amazing @salteverywhere, because he knows I love talking about myself.
Rules: Answer 20 questions and tag a bunch of followers you would like to get to know better.
Name: ingrid
Nickname: dee
Zodiac sign: leo
Height: 1.67m
Ethnicity: white brazilian
Orientation: asexual
Favorite fruit(s): pineapple, mango and banana
Favorite season: there are no such things as seasons in northeastern brazil
Favorite book(s): the percy jackson and raven cycle series
Favorite flower(s): amaryllis
Favorite animal(s): cats and whales
Favorite beverage: juice (especially passion fruit, pineapple, mango and lemonade) and soft drinks
Average hours of sleep: now that i'm unemployed, 8-10 hours
Favorite fictional characters: i would die for bucky barnes and kevin day
Number of blankets you sleep with: one. one is enough. you animals
Dream trip: two weeks in hong kong would be fantastic
Blog created: somewhere between the releases of the first and second captain america films
Number of followers: 828
i tag @parkaklimer, @paassionpit, @lostmybread, @yodalicious, @dustdevil and @flamingcrap
Gradence, regency AU? (If you're still taking prompts)
2. Regency AU
The whispers about Mister Newton Scamander, Esquire preceded the man himself by several weeks. He’d sent word and servants ahead of him to open his winter estate, and Credence heard nothing from his mother but how much money the man was reported to be worth, how he was quite unmarried, and how he reportedly fancied himself a writer.
He heard a great deal more before he finally laid eyes on Mr. Scamander himself near the beginning of the Season, and he felt confident that, should the need to make conversation arise, he would be quite capable of lasting a full five minutes before finding the opportunity to introduce his eldest sister. He didn’t imagine that his sister actually had much chance of success with Scamander, but it was what his mother had tasked him to do. He had to make at least a token effort.
Scamander was, in turn, doing his level best to introduce his friend to the all the party members. Credence could feel the wave of whispers slowly cresting outwards as each cluster of people was greeted by this unexpected guest. Credence couldn’t place the face, but it was obvious from his dress that he was at least Scamander’s rank or higher. A gentleman then – and a rich one, judging by the volume of the whispers and the way his mother violently began jerking at Credence’s cuff.
“Go, go,” she hissed at him. “Find out everything you can!”
Credence sighed and weaved his way closer, picking up snatches of conversation as he went.
“Estate in New York–”
“–three sisters, all married well apparently–”
“–forty-years and never wed himself, what a shame–”
“Very rich, however. That’s enough to let any wife overlook certain proclivities.”
Credence lifted his chin when he saw a gloved hand waving at him through the crowd. It was Tina Goldstein, and he was quite happy to see that she already had Scamander’s gaze quite besotted with her. If anyone deserved to marry rich, it was her. She was very kind and very bold – well suited to Scamander’s highly traveled ways.
“Credence!” she called, making a few ladies around her hide their grimaces behind drinks. “Oh, Credence, do come here!”
“Miss Goldstein,” he greeted. “You look well this evening.”
“Never mind that,” she said, brushing off his politeness. “You must meet Mr. Scamander.” She turned to Scamander. “Credence Barebone works at a printing press in the city. If anyone can get your book on paper, it’s him.”
“Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Barebone,” Scamander said, inclining his head before gesturing his friend forward. “This is Percival Graves. He’s one of the sponsors for my book. You’ll find him very interested in all the gritty details of how we might get this done. Costs and whatnot.”
“I’d be happy to answer any questions,” Credence agreed. “It’s a pleasure meeting you as well, sir.”
They bowed to one another. Mr. Graves had a very striking face compared to the softer features of his companion. Darker, where Scamander was light. Stern, where Scamander seemed shy. It was no wonder he was drawing such attention. Even without the money to his name, Credence doubted very much that Graves went long in a Season without someone indicating her interest in marriage.
Graves’ lips pressed together briefly, seeming to hide a smile. “The pleasure is mine, surely,” he said in a low voice before extending his hand toward the edges of the room. “Perhaps a drink? We can discuss the details outside, where it’s quieter.”
“I wouldn’t dare deprive you of enjoying the festivities,” Credence said, feeling his heart hammering at the inside of his breast as Mr. Graves’ dark eyes continued to focus on him. “Perhaps later, after you’ve had your fill of music and dance?”
Scamander laughed softly, hiding his smile behind a fist. “Forgive me. I’m afraid that Graves isn’t much interested in such things. He truly only accompanied me out of duty to our friendship. I will not tie him to my side, so long as Mr. Barebone isn’t just protesting for the sake of politeness?”
Credence shook his head. “Of course not. I’d be happy for the excuse to get away.”
Scamander inclined his head toward a private alcove on the edge of the party. “Go on, then. I can certainly weather a few hours without a shield.”
“If you’re sure,” Graves said, to which Scamander nodded.
They made their farewells, and the crowd parted before Graves as he led them to the aforementioned alcove. They spoke very briefly about printing presses and costs, drinking together as they stood side by side. At one point, Credence saw his mother and sister approaching, and without saying a word, Graves turned his back on them, denying any introduction Credence might have otherwise been obligated to make. Credence breathed a subtle sigh of relief, and Graves again pursed his lips to hide his smile.
“Let us refresh our drinks,” Graves said.
He took Credence’s glass from him, fingertips slipping briefly between Credence’s own. Credence froze while their empty glasses were exchanged for new ones, and he drank half of his second glass before he could dare to speak again.
“Nervous?” Graves asked.
“Very much,” Credence confessed in a whisper. “My mother…”
“Then I will make this easy on you,” Graves interrupted. “I will arrange an appointment at your office in New York in the coming week. I’ll bring with me the manuscript of the book we wish to have published. How long will that take?”
“A few hours,” Credence answered. “Perhaps more.”
“Do you need to be present for the entire process?”
Credence swallowed thickly. “No.”
Graves nodded and sipped at his drink. “Lovely,” he said, then took a step back to bow. Credence copied him automatically. “Until then, Mr Barebone.”
i know donnaharvey is this Big Thing and supposed...
Donna and Harvey never made any sense to me. I didnt love Rachel Mike only because he was such a mess and didn’t deserve her. I was about HarveyMike back in the day for D/s reasons
oohhh yeah mike does not deserve rachel lmao. at the begining it was a mess, but i like where things ended up? and... i buy her liking him. like, i’m thinking, “oh rachel baby it would be so much better for you to not be in love with this man.... but ok i guess u can make your own choices.” hahahah
i looove all the harvey/mike d/s fic on ao3 hahaha. it’s a good trope, esp for them!! tbh the more i think about it the more i’m like “i would canonically buy harvey being in sad unrequited love with mike” (one could write a fic where mike fucked harvey back when he first started working for him bc it was ~~no big deal~~ and whatever man sex is fun......... and then he eventually falls in love with rachel like in canon..... meanwhile harvey watches like, “it’s fine it’s Totally Fine. i’ve never once had a feeling.” it would be very very sad and great)
Friday was easily the best day I’ve had all summer, and a high contender for one of the better days of my life.
I had tickets to see Thursday play a show in Asbury Park, a block away from the beach in New Jersey, so I decided to take off work and spend the day on the beach. Beforehand I reached out to my friend Jess (a highest-level Saves the Day fan, foodie, and a living embodiment of New Jersey) for some Asbury food recommendations. She came through like crazy, guys.
I started out the day with one of her recommendations, a made-from-scratch brunch joint called Cardinal. I had a Xuxio, a cinnamon pastry filled with lemon cream, and for my main course, chicken and waffles with a friend egg on top. I don’t even know how to describe how good they were. There was hot sauce on the chicken which I HATE, and somehow I loved it here?!?! And it even looked like something made in another, better world. I followed it up with a stop at the custom donut shop, Purple Glaze, for a French Toast donut. Cream Cheese icing was to die for.
Afterwards I spent a couple hours on the beach, reading, swimming, drinking hard cider out of a canteen, and enjoying the sun (without getting sunburnt!). It was heaven. And then, even better, I met up with my long-time friend and incredibly special person Michelle ( @yodalicious) for the very first time in person! We had so much fun just chatting on the beach – it was like we’d been hanging out for years – and eventually we went to grab dinner at another recommendation, Porta. Some of the best pizza I’ve ever had in my life, we both absolutely loved it. Delicious smoky crust, flavorful sauce, perfectly melted cheese, just to die for. I’ve gotta go back sometime.
After a bittersweet goodbye with Michelle, it was time for the Thursday show. They were playing their best album (and one of my all-time favorites), War All The Time, from front to back, and it took their already stellar live shows to the next level. Finally seeing songs I’ve been waiting fifteen years to see live, like Asleep In A Chapel, Steps Ascending, and Tomorrow I’ll Be You, was beyond words, and Geoff’s incredibly sincere dedication of “M. Shepherd” to the LGBT fans in the audience warmed my heart. A legendary show.
After the show I met up with Jess and a crew of friends, some I’ve known for years, some I just met that night, more than a few a little drunk, and everybody was just in the best mood. After some only-slightly-ironic singing and dancing to the Limp Bizkit and RHCP on the house music Jess had the best idea, and next thing I knew, eight of us had stripped down to our underwear and jumped into the Atlantic Ocean at 12:30AM, and we swam for close to an hour. It was quite possibly the closest I’ve ever gotten to one of those magical coming-of-age-movie moments in my life, and I wouldn’t change it for the world.
God, it’s days like these that make life worth living.
