#bluroux

Hi Blu!

10. do you have a guilty fav?

I do enjoy me some Ali Hazelwood books. It's basically always the same characters but that means you always know what you're going to get

12. did you enjoy any compulsory high school readings?

Not strictly a book, but I really liked Othello for some reason

17. top 5 children’s books?

I'm going with series because otherwise they'd all just be Redwall books haha

Redwall series - Brian Jacques

Silverwing series by Kenneth Oppel

For the weirder asks game, gimme 12, 29, and 42 please!

Hiiiiii!

12) what kind of day is it?

A good one! Was my day off. My dad came down and we went to the garden (selection of pics here and here) and then got hotpot for lunch. Now I'm just chilling on the couch.

29) how do you like your shower water?

...hot? Not scorching but definitely hot.

42) an app you frequently use besides this godforsaken site?

Uhhhh...any one of the games I have on my phone probably lol. And Discord.

Hello :)

🩸 some of what I wrote for vampire!Buck:

All too soon, everything is cleaned up and the team is once again gathered around the table. Their eyes focus on Buck, who stares down at the table, fiddling with a breadcrumb that had fallen from Eddie’s plate. He knows what they’re waiting for, but that doesn’t mean he wants to start talking about it. Except, he’ll have to, won’t he? Not because the others are nosey – although they definitely are, but do know when to respect each other’s privacy at the right moment – but because they’re concerned. A stranger had walked into their station and shaken up one of their own, to the point where Buck had willingly stayed as man behind. He doesn’t do that without reason.

🐺 and for Werewolf!Eddie:

“Is that better?” Buck asks softly. “Yeah.” Eddie feels like he can exhale for the first time all day. The wolf inside of him is near purring with contentment, pleased by the presence of Buck. Eddie doesn’t let himself think too hard on all of that. Because it can’t mean anything that Buck is the only one who can calm him and the beast inside of him. And Eddie has realized that it truly is only Buck that does this. Even Chris doesn’t have the same effect. At least Buck doesn’t seem too bothered by Eddie practically straddling him as he nuzzles closer into Buck’s jaw line and neck, inhaling that intoxicating scent as much as possible. Buck’s other hand, the one not currently pleasantly scratching through Eddie’s hair, smooths up from Eddie’s wrist, his hand still resting on Buck’s thigh, and up his arm. He pulls Eddie even closer, shifting on the couch until they’re half laying together. Eddie loses track of anything and everything that isn’t Buck.

Sam, I just adore Polk's nose freckles. If you can (without causing her upset), would you please boop the snoot for me? If that is too great an injustice, please just give her a scritch from me.

She loves to cheek-mark, so it is very easy to boop the snoot! I booped it twice just to be sure. 

It’s so funny to watch the freckles grow -- I think eventually they’ll take over her nose, but she didn’t have any when she was a baby, and I have like, photo documentation of them as they slowly spread. 

bubblelounge on this post: 

Ok I’ve seen some weird shit on tumblr in my days, but never did I think I’d see a post about my profession (mf’ing development) and fandom.

(And Nate would drive major gifts crazy…all that capacity, apparently inclination and no big dollars 😂 disqualified!!)

If they did peg Nate’s capacity accurately, he’d be like that one guy every new gift officer wants in their portfolio, sure that THIS TIME they can crack him. Prospect Resarch just rolls its eyes, updates the bio for the ten millionth time (it WAS very exciting when they found out he was in prison!) and leaves them to their folly.

aeternalegacy on this post:

Ooooh, I love this!

My headcanon for Eliot in particular is yes, he’s definitely anonymous but I say he has set up trust funds for the kids of fallen army buddies. If he hears through the grapevine that one of his army buddies has fallen on hard times, mysterious cashiers check appears, when they need it most.

In theory he could probably just set up a nonprofit specifically designed to help out his old army buddies and their kids. It’s a legit thing for a 501c3 to simply make cash gifts to those in need. Their database is made up solely of names he’s given them of people they should keep an eye on and help out if needed.  He could call it A Very Distinctive Foundation.

freakierthanthou on this post:

Okay, but as someone who is in the middle of the gift processing from the giving day, consider: Hardison uses increasingly confusing fake names, sometimes names of real people, just to be a butt. (This past week I easily caught “Derek Awesomeballs”, “Spots Monarch” almost got me, “Semen [redacted]” was, unfortunately, actually a real person.) Hardison has a bit of a competition going with the gift processor at a certain children’s cancer charity who keeps tying his gifts back to the alias he first gave under. (If she ever goes into prospect research, he may just have to recruit her.)

One time someone caught Parker dropping off her bag of cash and managed to get her into the system as Alice. This led to some poor gift officer having the most baffling donor meeting of their life.

HAHAHA I love the idea that the gift processor handling Hardison’s gifts has like, a whiteboard in their cube with all the fake names he’s used. 

Ah, no need to apologize! And thank you for the ask!! 🤗💖

🎨 What is the one craft you think looks amazing, but could never do yourself or can't get the hang of?

Crochet!! I can do single chains and flat pieces in single/double/treble crochet (provided I have the instructions and visuals right in front of me), but anything more complex than that, my brain bluescreens.

I am always in awe and enamored by the complex things like the crocheted flowers, animals, dolls, etc I see. And the way people can freehand them so easily!! It blows my mind every time I see it. Also crocheted shawls are so pretty!!

Sidenote, my great-aunt always promised me she’d teach me, that it was “so easy.” Sat with me for abt five mins before she gave up in frustration 😅 (I mean. For the record and to be fair. I was like. 8 and had a lot of hand eye coordination issues that had not been addressed. She also tried to teach me with the Star Stitch, which I am p sure is not meant to be Baby’s First Exposure To Crochet lol)

“Don’t you dare throw that snowball-. goddamnit!”

Clint came running around the corner, frantically searching for a place to hide, eyes lighting up as he saw Bucky laying under a blanket on the couch.  Bucky rolled his eyes but lifted the edge of the blanket without comment.  Clint dove into the empty space and Bucky flipped the blanket over him right as Tony came around the corner, snow dripping off his face.

“Where’s Barton?” he demanded.

Bucky didn’t even glance, pointing toward the elevator.  “He mentioned something about the range.”

Cursing, Tony made his way to the elevator.  Once he was gone Bucky flipped back the top of the blanket to see Clint’s grinning face.  “Where did you even get snow?” he asked.

“From the roof,” Clint smirked, settling in and pressing his face into Bucky’s thigh.  “I think I better stay here and hide for a while.”

1. Winter fascinates me because of the crispness of the air, when it gets below the freezing point. Nothing makes me feel more alive than when I get to take a deep breath and I can feel the cold down in my lungs, it feels rejuvenating. I hate the summer with my entire being, and I feel so much more alive in the cold winter months than when I'm trying not to have my skin melted off by the sun.

2. There's a little local Café which has a discount on certain of their items on their menu Mondays and Tuesdays. When I go there, I always order a chicken pasta, which is pasta, cream, tomato paste, mushrooms and chicken. It's absolutely delicious - simple as anything, but one of the best things I've ever eaten.

3. If you want to see me get going, you should put on "La Tribu de Dana" by French band Manau. It's a Celtic rap song, and I love it to pieces. I dream of the day someone challenges me to a karaoke session and I get to pick this exact song to bury the other with, because I know every single beat of it and I will hit every single rhyme of it.

Darcy’s mental voice would not stop singing. This train is bound for glory, this train! and it threatens to slip out and cause her instant mortification. On a train. With loads of other people. Who may or may not be bound for glory.

This train.

What this train does have is wine. So much of it. Darcy had never thought of the land-bound equivalant of a booze cruise, but they exist. On trains. And she bought a groupon for her and Jane to enjoy themselves.

If Jane would put her tablet away, maybe she would enjoy herself. She’s barely touched the rose. And Jane likes Rose. It tickles.

“Stop working, or I will throw the tablet like a frisbee.” Darcy says, her mind still singing and enjoying her red. 

“But...” Jane looks up, “No, seriously, Darcy, I’m not working. Promise.”

“Uh-huh, like you’ve never lied --” Jane turns the tablet to face Darcy. This train has really good wi-fi, this train! “Why hello there,” Darcy says, face to face with Jane’s name amongst a list of others. It’s a long email chain, anonymously sent, but the world MacArthur Fellowship nominations.

Jane has been doing tremendous work with little funding, despite how public she is. This would...free them so much.