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Tangerine, she/they alien invasion !!

[tangerineflavouredfentanyl]

intro post !!

hi :)

she/they || minor || INTJ || leftist

I mainly go by tangerine on here, but any variation of my username is fine too. tags: #tangerine rants = original post #tangerine answers = answering asks #tangerine reblogs = reblogs w/o comment #tangerine responds = reblogs w/ comment

I speak english and dutch !!

current main interests: graphic design, music, seals, drawing, nijntje/miffy, illit

linktree :D

DNI: bigots, zionists, right-wingers, overly religious blogs, pro-shippers, etc.

more info below the cut ⬇️

FANDOMS

Movies:

dead poets society, the menu, american psycho, spiderverse movies, mean girls, home alone, mr and mrs aslan, project hail mary, the godfather movies, the knives out movies, fight club, the truman show, the holdovers, ice age!

Shows/Series:

smiling friends, south park, 2 broke girls, breaking bad, disenchantment, umbrella academy, the good place, the hollow, voetbal ouders, the disasterous life of saiki.k, inside job, icarly, avatar: the last airbender, the white lotus, don't hug me i'm scared, total drama (seasons 1 - 3), squid game, lab rats, the cunk franchise, sam & cat!

Games:

that's not my neigbour, keyframes, regretevator, doki doki literature club, friday night funkin!

MUSIC

Artists:

illit, glass animals, the neighbourhood, yot club, ayesha erotica, cortis, hozier, megan thee stallion, stray kids!

Songs:

japan - yot club, face it - tenci, golden brown - the stranglers, youth - glass animals, void - the neighbourhood, space ghost coast to coast - glass animals, baby said - måneskin, mamacita - black eyed peas, merry christmas please don't call - bleachers, topping - illit, cherish my love - illit, overdose - natori!

Albums/EPs:

how to be a human being - glass animals, dreamland - glass animals, mahmilapinatapai - illit!

OTHER STUFF

my favourite colours are red, green, and orange

My birthday is march 7th

i live in the netherlands, but im ethnically egyptian

i have preferred cold, dark, and cloudy weather over sunny and warm weather my entire life

my favourite animal is a seal

i enjoy baking, graphic design and drawing

my favourite movie genre is satire

last updated: 30/06/2026

[captain-price-returns]

A FIFA referee has spent more time in federal custody for being Somali than anybody on Epstein’s list for raping kids. A 5 year old has spent more time in federal custody for being the son of an immigrant than anybody on Epstein’s list for raping kids.

[blank-house]

Foreshadowing (noun) is a literary device in which warnings about events to come are dropped or hinted in the narrative.

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Play our demo and wishlist/bookmark us on Itch and Steam!

[tangerineflavouredfentanyl]

kicking, screaming, crying tears of joy at another KF summer teaser

[orchidsgrowfromthesoul]

when the fic has 10k+ words, fluff, angst, smut right at the end, friends to lovers, character who’s down bad for reader, AND Y/N DOESNT ACT LIKE A CHILD

[jjcinnajj]

can't sleep i'm thinking about my mixtape

[jjcinnajj]

1 month ♡

[sacred-portal]

[adrienbrodyswife]

when the new school semester starts and suddenly you have no time for character x reader fics anymore

[tangerineflavouredfentanyl]

it's so embarrasing adding tags to a post. no please don't look over there please think i'm nonchalant and don't care about whether people find my posts or not me please spare me

[sacred-portal]

[tangledbeast]

If it makes you feel any better, he hated it too.

[gayserblast]

This is the funniest and saddest sentence I've read all week

[tangerineflavouredfentanyl]

when the fics are so good you start getting into fandoms you've never heard of before just because the author wrote for them and you want to read more of their work

[algae-illustrations]

Grace, you can't say that!

[yourfavpunchesnazis]

you punch nazis!

(requested by anonymous)

[yourfavpunchesnazis]

[tnystrk-exe]

[entropychronicles]

[depsidase]

[maple-salad]

op says we can repost

[innerchildabortionclinic]

also I don't think parents "these days" are uniquely terrible, I just think neglect is showing up in new ways as technology progresses. today's ipad kid would've been wandering around in a ditch alone all day and night before. parents not wanting to have to deal with children is not a new phenomenon.

[tangerineflavouredfentanyl]

me spending hours editing my linktree knowing nobody gaf and it has one visitor per month (it's me)

[agaypanic]

ok ok imagine this. the reader and oliver wood (yes this is a request for the best gryffindor out there (fight me)) are proper quidditch rivals but are on the same team. it’s proper ‘my strategies are better than yours’ type thing and everyone on the team is like ‘oh my god this is the worst’ but behind closed doors they’re like the sweetest couple ever. you’d not even think that on the pitch they’re mortal enemies against themselves if you know what I mean!????

Off the Pitch (Oliver Wood X Gryffindor!Reader)

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Summary: If someone were to ask anyone of the Gryffindor quidditch team about you and Oliver Wood, they’d all say roughly the same thing. That when you were anywhere near each other, you’d immediately become insufferable. But they soon learn that your behavior off the pitch is entirely different.

A/N: oliver and reader are 7th years so POA. Warning for drinking/getting drunk ig. Kinda hints at nsfw towards the end

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Harry could hear you and Oliver long before he could see you. Your arguing seemed to be amplified by the giant Quidditch pitch surrounding you.

“You’re ridiculous, Wood, really!” You barked, slamming the brush of your broom on the ground like you were stomping your foot. “A practice session this early is absurd.”

“May I remind you, I’m your captain, L/n?” Oliver said with a volume similar to yours, but he tried to have a more composed demeanor. “Don’t tell me how to do my job.”

You let out a laugh that completely lacked amusement. “Oh, I will. Because, may I remind you, I’m Head Girl? It would be a shame if Hooch and McGonagall knew how many practices you really schedule. That must be a type of violation, cutting into students’ study time and such.”

“That’s ridiculous!” Oliver stepped closer to you, giving an incredulous look. “I swear, ever since I rejected your play strategies last week, you’ve been giving me trouble.”

“Well, it’s certainly frustrating when your captain’s a stubborn man with blockheaded ideas on what to do with his chasers.”

That triggered a louder argument between you and Oliver, and all Harry could do was watch. This was far from his first time witnessing one of your spats with the Gryffindor Quidditch captain, and he doubted it would be the last. Part of Harry wondered how you could function as team members with the constant bickering, especially over how Oliver should run his team. But in the end, as long as Gryffindor was winning matches, he didn’t mind too much.

“Trouble in paradise?” Harry suddenly found himself sandwiched between the Weasley twins, who watched the scene in front of them.

“They’ve been at it for a while.” Harry said with a sigh. “I’d stop them, but the sooner they stop, the sooner we have to do drills.” All three boys grimaced at the thought of what hell Oliver would put them through during practice today.

“Oi!” Fred and George’s fiery red hair caught Oliver’s eye, and the young man turned his attention to your spectators. “What are you lot gawking at?”

“Just enjoying the view, Ollie!” George grinned.

“Oh, yes,” Fred jumped in. “We just love how passionate you two get.”

Oliver huffed in annoyance, and his cheeks turned pink. “Go get changed before I make you run laps.” Not bothering to see if the boys listened to his instructions, he turned back to you. “And you, lass… If you know what’s good for you, you’ll stop giving me so much sass.”

Instead of agreeing and running off like any other player would, you gave a sweet, innocent smile.

“And if you know what’s good for you, you’ll get your broom out of your arse.”

***

A week later, Harry was sitting at a table in the common room with Ron and Hermione, hunched over a DADA essay that was due the next morning. He and Ron were the ones scrambling, as Hermione had completed it the other day. She was with them to do some “light” reading and lead the boys’ essays in the right direction.

The portrait door to the common room opened, which caught the three’s attention because of how late it was. Out of the corridor emerged a group of seventh years, clearly filled with giggle water and firewhiskey as they failed to suppress their laughs and loud “whispers.” Last to come in was the drunk student's herder, Oliver Wood. He seemed to be the least plastered of them all. And there you were next to him, clearly drunk and clinging to him so you didn’t trip over your own feet.

The sight was very confusing for Harry, as he had never seen you two get this close unless it was to argue face to face on defensive strategies until you were nose to nose. And Harry had never seen you treat each other so… nicely?

“Ollie, I‘m tired.” You whined into his shoulder, dragging your feet until you slowed to a stop.

Oliver took your hand, squeezing it before pulling you towards him. “I know, lass. Just up the steps and then to bed.” 

Just looking at the start of the staircase, you knew you were too drunk and tired to get to your room. Your eyes were already heavy, and you were still standing up, although that was mainly because Oliver was holding you up and against his chest.

“Can you carry me?”

It seemed instantaneous in your drunken state, Oliver picking you up with ease and taking you up the stairs. You giggled and kissed his lips before settling down with your head on his shoulder. Harry watched in complete shock, but when he turned back, he was met with confused faces.

“What’s the big deal?” Ron asked.

“Can’t handle affection, Harry?” Hermione teased.

Harry shook his head so hard that his glasses slipped down the bridge of his nose. “No, you don’t get it. I have never seen them act like that before. On the pitch, they seem like colleagues at best, and that’s when they’re not at each other’s throats.”

“I dunno.” Ron shrugged. “They all seemed pretty smashed; maybe it’s a one time thing.”

“So smashed they became different people?” Harry retorted, finally adjusting his glasses and returning to his essay. But he didn’t even write a word before Hermione spoke.

“Are you really that blind?”

Harry and Ron looked at her, then each other, then her again. She asks them a version of this question almost every day, and they still haven’t come up with a response. So the boys stare at Hermione, waiting for her to just tell them what she knows.

She sighs. “They’re going out.” She said in the most obvious, matter-of-fact tone. Yet it still blew Harry’s mind. “Have been since we’ve started at Hogwarts, I think. They probably just leave it out of the pitch.” 

“Then why are they always fighting?”

“Harry, you know they’re both mad about Quidditch.” Ron said. “Besides, Fred and George say they mainly do it to get the other worked up.”

Ron’s friends looked at him curiously. “Worked up?”

“Yeah.”

“For what?”

“Dunno.” The redhead shrugged. “They never said. But I have a feeling them going upstairs like that has something to do with it.”

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