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faeriescorpio · 2 years

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13, 14, 16, 17, 18, 19, and 20

13. what’s your comfort food?

anything artifical and orange. mac n cheese. orange gatorade. anything artifical orange flavored. caramels. or maybe homemade tacos? omg yeaaasss.... the only way i eat avocados is my own guacamole recipe with lots of garlic powder PLUS you can buy these boxes of taco shells that are those cheese doritos flavor... mmm yeaaassss... with some black beans and the grated cheese and you put them ground beef at the bottom, then the cheese so it melts on the hot meat then tomato then lettuce then guac because the weight of the guac flattens the lettuce so it takes less space... mmmmm you can put the beans wherever but i recommend with the ground beef... warm proteins at the bottom of the taco shell,,,, my family used to own a taco restaurant chain in Virginia called Tippy's tacos and at Tippy's there was this queso with a secret recipe except the queso place stopped making queso and/or were shut down but like. the secret queso recipe... when they shut down we took all the queso mix from the restaurant and our family was like mad fighting over the queso mix because its godly unngngg like i think there was a genuine physical fight but who knows because the guy who owned the restaurant all the kids my age joke hes a murderer and also my family is crazy but talking about my insane family and they shit theyve pulled would be like. a whole nother story. but shout out to my grandma for stealing a cop car when she was 8 and then later marrying a cop. surprisingly the cop is the nicer of the two

14. favorite feel-good show?

Community if its a TV show, I already listed my movies, and to be honest I'm more of a movie person but I think Ive rewatched every Community episode over 3 times. It used to be Malcolm in the Middle but they took that off Netflix like 4 years ago and I'm still mad about that. Also they took BBC Sherlock off Netflix and I was MAD about that. Because I guess Season 1 of BBC Sherlock was also my thing. I have a DVD disk of BBC sherlock season 1. a dvd. im so sorry. i really love S1E3.

16. compliment the person who sent you this number.

I love your art, it's very friend shaped. I am glad we are mutuals. I enjoy seeing you on my dash :)

17. fairy lights or LED lights?

ooh. okay. so at home I have LED lights because I love my blackout curtains and also my desk is beneath my bed, its a loft bed thing except the legs of my loft bed are too long so its like markiplier in college and my face is inches from the ceiling. but in college I have fairy lights because the dorm room light is harsh and evil and my two lamps only provide so much light so I have fairy lights too. must I choose?

18. do you still love stuffed animals?

oh yes yes yes. I still have my lovey (the stuffed animal that you never let go of as a child and definitely chewed on at some point and now it looks like the soul is sucked out of it) except my great grandmother is into sewing so it doesnt look too bad. It gets washed and restuffed and taken care of so it looks worn but good. ive also been like buying WAY too many fruits from Jellycat (look up the website, tumblr has talked about it before but they never drop the name and its like. childrens stuffed animals but also adults stuffed animals.) I have like over 50 webkinz according to my account-WHICH I TOTALLY DONT LOOK AT AHAHAHAHAHAH i mean not NOW that webkinz wants you to have an app plus apparently you need to buy a webkinz each year to keep your account add free which is like woah what- I mean I have a drawer of stuffed animals. it's not bursting at the seams or anything haha : )

19. most important thing in your life?

guy who did my adhd assessment implied that I'm unhealthily codependent on my best friend. but to be fair when i was in middle school I had a reoccurring dream every night for 3 years that she was going to get robbed at gunpoint and I would use myself as a human shield and get shot instead and bleed out in her arms and because it was nearly every night for 3 years I thought it was actually going to happen like a premonition and all it did was cement the idea in my head that she's everything to me. as soon as I accepted my future death the dreams stopped so I guess its not going to happen? but according to the dreams it should happen some time in the next 4? years because the dream said it would happen when im in college. but its fine im fine

20. what do you want most in the world right now?

my best friend- /j um. im not really sure. i dont have anything i ask for for my birthday because im pretty content. I mean sure, the worries of money and also how terribly lonely I am in college because I havent made many new friends in college and also im touchstarved and also my depression aint great and if i could get my adhd meds. but actually i feel pretty content when it comes to needing objects. a tan trenchcoat tho, oh, oh ive been searching for one for 6 years at every goodwill and target i could find. how the FUCK can i not get my hands on a tan trenchcoat in 6 years???? i need to buy online i swear theres a conspiracy against me, i have 3 black trenchcoats, THREE! actually i lost one in color guard but still!! and also a green petticoat that passes as a trenchcoat, but tan?? TAN??? ooh no i cant have that :( ujjuuuuuhghghhnnnnhnn okay replace everything i said before I want a tan trenchcoat and like. a working real iron man suit. also a legal name change to Samuel James Jellison which is neither my legal first, middle, or last name and also apparently like two dudes ever have had this name and theyre both dead so theres no point in looking this name up UNTIL i change my name. But I could be Sammy Jim Jellison, omg,,,

#i do talk about james jellison on my fairyreblogs but a quick recap.#he bought me my lovey. he's my great grandfather.#he died on my 7th birthday.#before he died i used to live with him. actually he died like 2 years after i moved out.#im pretty sure he taught me how to read.#also jim was notoriously grumpy and rude to everything except for his wife his youngest daughter and me so im special <3333 #also grandpa cop i love him. he holds so much guilt about whatever he did as an undercover cop that he has never spoken about it #like for years. it has been years. and he wont say a word #also he and gramma are 9/11 first responders because gramma is a transphobic nurse and grandpa is literally like omg <33 #you could pour soup in his lap and hed apologize to YOU.#anyway any of you go looking for a Jim Jellison who died November 14th and I may bite you in a nonaffectionate way #its been over a decade and my greatgrandmother STILL hasnt changed her voicemail from 'Jim and Joan'. because its HIS voice.#literally you could hit me with a truck and i'd be fine with it and you could drown my sibling and id be mad but fine with it #but invoke fuckign JIM JELLISON and i will go insane. like thats the only father figure i have who i LIKED. back off #is my dream name literally just my great grandpa with Sammy slapped in front? yes but its more than that.#i lived in their house raised by them i deserve to have the Jellison last name #also Samuel James sounds so cool. also Joan is my last name so if im making a switch I think taking the hubbys name will be okay #middle name. middle name is joan. god imagine if my last name was joan. actually i kinda wish my last name sucks.

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dingusandsmartypants · 4 years

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...Barry Bluejeans has John Mulaney vibes, send tweet.

#loves his wife more than anything #could pour soup in his lap and hed prprrobably apologize to you #barry bluejeans #barold bluejeans #taz #barry taz #taz blupjeans #taz barry

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asriel-dreemurr-instead-of-brain · 2 years

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the obligatory asriel headcanon post

this is long lmao

- his nickname "azzy" is sometimes shortened to just "az"

- if you asked him his favorite color hed be like "uhh umm well i um i like yellow and red is a good color too and brown is also good and blue is very pretty and purple is nice and pink is also nice and green is cool and orange is-"

- he's the kid to take the piece of candy nobody else wants and not complain about it so that nobody else has to get the bad one

- hes an avid artist. he loves drawing so much. his favorite thing to draw is faces and hes really good at getting expression and demeanor. he has pages just full of random expressions. he also cant do anatomy for shit

- he sorts everything that he can by color. it's not like a strict color-coded system his stuff is just all lined up in a rainbow

- hes very excited for having horns and when they grow in hes really happy and excited

- he observes a lot about other people (and isnt fully aware that he does this). he acts quite lighthearted and silly but notices a lot about other people's behavior and internalizes it without really thinking about it

- he's really affectionate around people he cares about, he loves hugs and cuddles a lot

- he tries to very involved with as many things as he can to exhaust himself and prevent insomnia

- he really REALLY hates being unable to sleep and will have a meltdown over staying up an hour late. when he cant sleep he gets really restless and there's nothing distracting him from his thoughts, so he usually ends up either pacing around or desperately trying to find something to do

- he has pretty terrible nightmares consistently

- he never really gets angry, at most irritated, but if so, it's usually because he's overwhelmed and ends up apologizing immediately. "you could pour soup in my lap and i'd apologize to you" type, he doesn't see feeling anger at others as even an option in any situation

- he does a lot of writing, often poetry, to vent his compressed feelings and they usually end up being extremely dark and upsetting. he's often ashamed that he even wrote them so he usually tucks them away somewhere/throws them away and never reads them again

- when hes a bit older he LOVES horror games. he doesnt like talking about it because hes kinda embarrassed of having dark interests.

- more specifically he likes ddlc and is a sayori kinnie in denial ("i just think shes neat!!!") and also likes hello charlotte because. im highly fixated on hello charlotte and im projecting it onto him <3<3<3

- he also just likes rpgm games in general

- he's also into a lot of cartoons like atla

- he has so many OCs and hundreds of AUs for his own story

- he's very good at recognizing/distinguishing colors

- he's the kid who has those glow-up stars all over his side of the room. actually i think this is canon in deltarune but I'm pointing it out anyways because I can

- he's left handed. i think this is also canon bc in deltarune he uses a left handed mouse but shhh

- he experiences extremely intense emotions and the only way he can cope is to distract himself from them. he often gets emotional over small things but it's always in a "im so sorry i dunno why im crying-" way. he gets really sentimentally attached to things very quickly.

- when it comes to actually explaining or talking about his feelings he's genuinely unaware that there's a deeper problem because of how much he's internalized it

- he's trands gener because I Said So <3

- hes very sensitive. with friends he usually knows when he's being teased and will tease back but depending on how he's feeling/the context he might take it really hard

- he stims/fidgets a lot, he'll rub his fur back and forth, or he'll start bouncing, or he'll tug at his sweater or click pens, i have a LONG list of this stuff.

- he also can't really sit still, but it's not "noticeable" as it usually comes out as awkward movements and adjusting himself

- he likes to sing. hes a soprano (his voice is very high pitched)

- he can imitate other people's voices pretty well. not to the point where you can't tell the difference between his imitation and the real thing, but enough to make really funny impressions. he's also great at capturing people's overall demeanor

- when he's younger he really wants to play instruments but always gets frustrated and gives up, but as he gets older he learns to play ukulele and later on maybe guitar

- his wardrobe is full of sweaters, overalls, and t-shirts with star patterns on them

- he's........ok at naming things. the names are either extremely on the nose (*cough* flowey the flower) or very long and overdramatic (ABSOLUTE GOD OF HYPERDEATH!!!). he sorta takes after asgore

- he suffers from intrusive thoughts and feels terrible about them and doesnt know how to separate himself from the thoughts he has

- even though his parents are both really tall, he starts off as a lil shortie- he does end up getting taller than most humans but is still smal by goat fam standards <3

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gaysneeg · 3 years

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my only pet is dipper, and you could pour soup into his lap and hed apologize to you

(and i think you are wrong, this is perfection)

omg it’s salad jello

also tell dipper I say hi

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commanderkallian · 4 years

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iii finally made a decent looking garrett in a picrew so heres my hawke! he likes to cause problems on purpose but dont let that fool you, u could pour soup in his lap and hed probably apologize to u

#2nd verse same as the first: i love my son pls ask me abt him & also sry for taggin so many things hgh #dragon age #dragon age 2 #m!hawke #mage hawke #& again for quick refs these r the icons #mage / spirit healer / romanced fenris and anders #fenhanders rights yall #purple(/blue but i didnt put it) personality / warden carver / killed the arishok / sided with the mages / spared anders #hawke;

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breanime · 5 years

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In Sickness

Requests: can you write Billy being sick and the reader (trying) to take care of him because obviously he is a real ass when he’s sick and he doesn’t want her to see her like (because he feels like shit) but in the end he’s all sleepy and he strangely becomes cuddly and sweet from @delicatelilyflower and Billy Russo showing vulnerability in the form of embarrassment from @suchatinyinfinity

Thanks guys, I hope you enjoy!

*gif not mine*

It had been over 48 hours since you’d heard from Billy, and you were starting to get worried. The last time he’d disappeared for so long had been after a stint overseas with Anvil, and when you finally tracked him down you found that he head been shot…twice. So, you had a reason to be worried.

“Ah, Y/N,” Frank sighed on the other end of the phone, “you know how Bill is. When he’s down, he likes to be alone. He doesn’t want to trouble you.”

“So he is hurt?” You grabbed your bag and slung it over your shoulder. “What happened? And don’t lie to me, Frankie, I don’t have the patience.”

You heard Frank chuckle on the other end of the phone. “I would never. Maybe just drop by his place and see for yourself.”

Typical Frank—but his advice was decent, so you headed over to Billy’s penthouse. You had been friends with Frank and Billy since their Marine days. There was something lingering between you and Billy, some kind of unspoken thing that you both were well aware of. You wouldn’t go so far as to say the two of you were an item, but you did sleep together, and Billy did take you out on dates, but… You weren’t dating. Still, he was your emergency contact on all of your official paperwork, and you had a key to his place—which you used now.

“Billy?” You called out, closing the door behind you. His coat was laying on the couch haphazardly, as if he had thrown it off in a hurry—something he rarely ever did. There was a blanket on the floor, and a half-empty water bottle on the table. “Billy? It’s me,” you peeked into the kitchen and sighed. It was in a state of disarray that only meant Billy wasn’t his usual self. A cabinet was open, revealing a lack of groceries, and there was an uneaten bowl of chicken noodle soup on the kitchen table. You checked for any signs of blood or bandages as you made your way to Billy’s room and found none. Your mind brought of images of broken bones, cuts and bruises as you turned the corner. What you saw was….

…Billy curled up in bed like a koala surrounded by boxes of tissue, water bottles, and take-out boxes. He sat up when he saw you, and you couldn’t help the little “oh” that came out of your mouth at the sight of him. His dark hair was mushed and standing up at all angles, and his eyes were low and watery. He was wearing a zip-up hoodie with no shirt underneath, and as you got closer, you could see that his cheeks were flushed, and he was shivering.

“Y/N?” His voice was rough, and he cleared his throat. “What’re you doing here?”

“I’ve been calling,” you noticed his phone on the dresser, “You’re sick.”

Billy scoffed as he struggled to sit up. “”M fine,” his New York accent was thicker than usual, and you could tell his nose was stuffed up, “Didn’t hear my phone go off.”

“That’s cause it’s all the way over here,” you picked his phone up and waved it at him before putting it back, “How long have you been sick?”

“”M not,” he huffed, pulling his hoodie over his chest, “’M just…” He coughed into his forearm, “”M just a little off. It’s fine.” His eyes narrowed as he watched you strip your jacket off. “What’re you doing?”

“That depends, where do you want me to start?” You asked, laying your jacket on the back of a chair. “Cleaning up or getting you some medicine? Have you been to the doctor yet?”

“I don’t need a doctor, I can take care of myself.” You could tell he was breathing out of his mouth, not his nose. “I don’t need you here.”

“Clearly,” you deadpanned, “What with the stuffy nose, shakes, and assumed fever, you’re a picture of independence.” You thought back on what his living room looked like. “You catch something at work?”

“Couple of the guys came down with a fever after a mission,” he answered, “I gave ‘em time off, but they wouldn’t take it.” He sniffled again. “It’s possible I might have caught something from them.”

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes and instead went over to Billy to feel his forehead. He flinched when you put your hand out. “Don’t be a baby,” you clicked your tongue when you felt the heat of his skin, “Where do you keep your thermometer?”

“Don’t have one.” Billy pushed your hand away and fell back against the pillow. “Been feelin’ like this for two days,” he coughed again, “it’s almost done. Gimme another day an’ I’ll be fine.”

“Not gonna happen, soldier,” you were already moving around his room, straightening up, “If you won’t go to a doctor, I’ll take care of you myself. When was the last time you had something to eat?”

“Fuck off, Y/N.”

Now you did roll your eyes. Billy would have to try harder if he wanted to scare you away. “Fuck you, Russo. Now answer the question.”

He huffed, but answered you nonetheless. “Tried to eat last night,” he sniffled, “I have soup in the kitchen.”

“Yeah,” you piled another blanket on Billy’s bed, “You have that terrible canned stuff. I’ll make you some soup.” You dug in your purse and pulled out a couple of Tylenol PMs. “Here,” you watched him dry swallow the medicine and went back to tidying up.

“’M fine,” Billy was slinking back into his bed now, “the canned stuff is good,” he pulled the extra blanket up to his chin, “You can just go home, Y/N.”

“Mm hmm,” you went to the windows and started pulling the blinds down.

“I don’t need anyone takin’ care of me,” Billy was turning to lay on his side, and his words were muffled by the pillow, “’specially not you.”

“Right,” you turned the ceiling fan on low and let its soft hum lull Billy to sleep. It didn’t take long, he mumbled something that sounded like “leave me alone” before he dissolved into soft snores and the occasional cough.

You made your way into the kitchen and took a look around. It was sparse, but there were just enough ingredients for you to whip up a pot of homemade chicken noodle soup. You contemplated running to the store for more supplies, but you weren’t comfortable leaving Billy to his own devices—unconscious or not. So, you put in an order for a grocery delivery and went back to cleaning. Frank texted asking for an update and you replied: He’s being a little bitch, so I’m making him soup. Frank sent you back a laughing emoji, and you chuckled as you put your phone in your back pocket. You checked the soup and sat down at the table. You weren’t sure what kind of mood Billy would be in when he woke up, but you wouldn’t let him scare you off.

Billy didn’t wake up for another three hours. You ended up dozing on the couch and woke up to a warm hand gently brushing your cheek. You opened your eyes to see Billy, wrapped in the blanket you’d put on him, staring down at you.

His eyes still looked a little blurry and his nose was red, but he wasn’t shaking anymore. “You’re still here.” He said, his voice soft in the open room.

“Well yeah,” you sat up and rubbed your eyes, “I made you soup and got some groceries—what are you doing in here?” You didn’t wait for him to respond before you hustled him off the couch and back into bed. His forehead was still warm when you touched it. “I’m gonna heat the soup up and grab you some tea, I want you to eat as much as you can, and oh,” you grabbed a bottle from where you’d placed it on his dresser earlier and poured some thick, red liquid into a cup, “drink this.”

“What is this?” He asked, picking up the container and squinting at the label.

“Medicine,” you pulled out a food tray (a gift you got him a few months ago that was mostly for you) and placed it on his lap, “I want to see that cup empty by the time I get back.”

Billy—for once—didn’t say anything back, so you went and prepared his soup. You added honey to the tea and brought him an extra bottle of water as well. The cup was empty when you got back, and Billy was fussing with the bedsheets.

“Now before you start,” you placed the soup and tea on his tray, “this was my grandmother’s recipe so it’s really good, and the tea is that good shit, not that brown water crap Frank is always trying to feed us.”

Billy made a choking sound that you took for laughter. He cleared his throat and moved some pillow out of the way. “Wanna sit?”

Your eyebrows shot up, but you didn’t question the invitation. You slipped under the covers next to Billy, feeling just a tad bit giddy.

He lifted the spoon to his lips and paused. He turned to you. “Want a taste?”

You giggled and leaned forward, sipping the warm broth. You grinned as you sat back. “Trying to test for poison?” You joked.

Billy sighed, putting his spoon down. “I deserve that. Look, Y/N, ‘m sorry I was bein’ a dick, I…” He looked away from you. “”M not used to people takin’ care of me.”

“Aw,” you ran your fingers through Billy’s messy hair, “you don’t have to apologize, I get it. And I’m happy to help, Billy.” You watched him try the soup. His eyes closed and your grin widened. “Good?”

“Mm,” he nodded, “Shit. This is really good, Y/N.” You felt a spark of glee go through you at the compliment and leaned in closer to Billy. The two of you sat in bed together, as Billy slowly ate his food and drank his tea, watching horrible reality TV and arguing over which one of you Curtis liked best. Billy ate most of the soup and drank all of his tea, and he tried to help you clean up afterward—but you wouldn’t let him. You put the dishes in the dishwasher and came back to see Billy lying down with the covers wrapped around him. He looked adorable.

You climbed into bed with him and caressed his forehead. “Do you need anything?” You asked, voice low.

He looked up at you, eyelashes fluttering against his sleepy, dark eyes. “Can…” He sniffled, and you almost melted. “…Can you hold me?”

You thought your cheeks would burst with how big you smiled. “C’mere, baby.”

You wrapped your arms around Billy, pulling his warm head to your chest and running your fingers through his hair just the way he liked. He put his arms around your waist and sighed happily. “I don’t want you to go.”

“I’m not going anywhere, baby.”

“I want you to stay,” he went on, sniffling, “an’ I want to take care of you next…I want to take care of you forever.”

You chuckled. “You’re delirious, babe.”

“I’m serious,” he looked up at you with an honest to God pout on his face, “You… I want you…You’re my…” He groaned, snuggling in closer to you. “”M too tired, you know what I mean.”

You did know what he meant, and it made you feel another wave of sweet warmth go through you. “Mm hmm,” you agreed, running a hand down his back, “me too, baby.”

“Mm,” he closed his eyes, “I like when you call me baby… Let’s take a nap, baby.”

“Okay,” you kissed the top of his head and he sighed happily, “sweet dreams, baby.”

Billy dozed off in your arms, and while you weren’t necessarily happy that he wasn’t feeling well, you had to admit; holding him like that, taking care of him, and hearing his soft, unsure utterances just felt right…

…even if you woke up with a cold the next morning.

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