onstraysod replied to your post: “Escuse me, do your tags on the Pope gifset imply that liking Air...”:

Okay, I NEED to see this!

you know, he does look like this in Cosi.

i’m just saying.

in case that influences you in any way.

Rules: Answer the questions in a new post and tag blogs you would like to get to know better!

Nickname: Jules

Starsign: Leo

Height: 5″1

Last thing I Googled: “157cm in feet”

Fave music artist: That feels like choosing my favourite child. I’ll say Florence & The Machine

Song stuck in my head: 1200 Miles by Carrie Ann Erst & Michael Trent

Last movie I watched: The 2007 version of Northanger Abbey

Last tv show I watched: Uhm, technically it’s Rake but my brother showed me an episode of The Walking Dead the other night (he wants me to start watching it) so I think that counts as the last show I’ve watched.

What are you wearing right now: My pyjamas

When did you create your blog: November 2012

What kind of stuff do I post?: Shows and movies I’ve watched and liked, fashion, period fashion, nature.

Do you have any other blog: Nope

Do you get asks regularly?: Nope

Why did you choose your url?: I’m a girl with a strange mind, it seemed fitting

Gender: Female

Hogwarts house: Ravenclaw

Pokemon team: I know nothing about Pokemon

Fave colour: It’s a tie between purple and bordeaux

Average hours of sleep: Anything between 5 and 9 hours

Lucky number: Don’t have one

Fave character: Jane Eyre

How many blankets do you sleep with: One in the summer and two in the winter

Dream job: Editor

For a Gothic prompt, long overdue; my dear @onstraysod, I hope you will forgive me.

Read it on ao3 here.

Around midnight, the fever broke, and Rey woke up in bed, gasping for breath.

She had been having the queerest dreams, featuring a shadowed figure stalking the wind-blown moors, searching for her.

The dark night whispered in the wind, calling out to her, coaxing her out of her bed and onto the wild heath.

The inky black called to her, whispered her name like a caress over her hair into the wind.

She stepped out of her doorstep, over the threshold, and out into the night. She was engulfed, overwhelmed by the sensation of sinking down into the ground, the wind wrapping around her, the figure in shadow reaching out to her, calling her name.

Rey.

But she was not asleep, nor out of doors; she had woken up in bed, drenched in sweat, scarcely able to draw a breath. Whether from the fever or from the dream, she could not say; she knew both had caused her body to be belabored in exertion. She did not remember how many days she had been abed, laid low by the fever; it could have been days or weeks. She closed her eyes once more, to a light but dreamless sleep. The shadowed figure did not come, did not call her name again that night. She almost missed him, the dark figure who had stalked the moors.

She had seen this man before, in a daydream. In a nightmare.

A part of her should have been afraid, should have been angry to see him again. A part of her wanted nothing more than to sink into his embrace, to give in to the dark and her base desires.

You’re actually the first person I meet who also wants to become an editor! :)

You're my hero

Massive hugs from one fan to another. You're not alone.