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alternativewinxcontinuity · 5 years

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Final Fantasy VII

Characters: Multiple OCs (Outsider POV series), Zack Fair (the CloTi shipper), Cloud Strife, Cloud Strife's stunt-plushy Genre: Time Travel Crack

Plot: In which EVERYONE at Shinra is convinced 'Cloud Strife' is Zack's imaginary friend.

Even the people who work with him(Cloud).

Lucy stared at the application form being held up for her to see, Zack Fair smiling from the other side of the desk.

“You... want me to put this through?” she asked, making sure she understood what he wanted.

Zack nodded, “yeah, that'd be great, Cloudy's a few days out from Midgard still, he ran into a few... problems on the way over, and if the paper work doesn't go in today, he'll have to wait for months before he can apply again. Please?” The SOLDIER second class gave her an adorable pleading look.

Lucy folded like wet tissue paper.

“Alright, fine, but you owe me one,” snapping her fingers a few times, she held her hand out for the application form.

Application Form for ShinRa Military and SOLDIER Programs

Name: Cloud Strife

Age: Badass

Bloodtype: I have no blood, my body runs on liquid awesome

Reasons For Joining ShinRa: Zack Fair is my hero, he and I must be Soldier Bros, it's imperative for the continued existence of the planet

Medical History:

Three broken ribs, lower left side; Concussion, mild; left femur fractured; Various minor injuries (bruises, scrapes etc.)

{numerous illegal experimentation, for four years; extreme mako poisoning; year long coma; Retrograde Amnesia; Identity Disorder (sort of, Zack was Haunting me); Brain-jacked by insane demi-Alien; slightly less extreme mako poisoning; temporary death; Geo-Stigma} Negated by time travel, except for the Retrograde Amnesia, I still have that

Past Military Training:

Yes. I did complete ShinRa Military Training in the Past, but after being experimented on, most of my Pre-experiment memories were wiped, so I do not remember the training. I do however have Zack's Military training, but that just sort of happens, and I don't consciously remember that either.

Next of Kin:

Claudia Strauss Relationship: Mother of Applicant

Tifa Lockhart Relationship: Future Wife

Zack Fair Relationship: Brother From Another Mother

She stared at the form in open mouthed shock as she reread the contents, filled out in Zack's handwriting. He wasn't serious, surely?

Lucy looked up to double check, but the young man was no where in sight.

Ten minutes of incredulousness later, Lucy put the application through, she had agreed to after all.

Brenten had worked for the Shinra army as a quarter master for four and a half years, he'd seen some weird shit in his time, and had long since learned to go with with the flow.

(as long as all the paper work was above board.)

So when SOLDIER second class Fair showed up to pick up uniforms for a cadet entering basic training, Brenten shrugged and got the uniforms, not even frowning over how small the uniforms requested were.

He doubted the notoriously hyper SOLDIER was really pick up uniforms for an incoming cadet – why would he, he surely had more important SOLDIER things to do – but the paper work was in order, so the uniforms were handed over with no fuss.

ID photos were important, they went in official files, on two of five different ID cards, so no one in the office would ever let someone walk out with a bad photo.

Or a gag photo.

But when Zack Fair walked in with a handful of paper work, and toy chocobo under his arm, Margy knew things were going to change.

“Hey, how are you? You look well, listen... Margy right? Listen Mergy, my buddy Cloud is coming in tomorrow to join the new influx of recruits, and I know all the IDs are supposed to be finalised today, so I was hoping you could help me out,” he smiled, looking so hopeful, Margy didn't have the heart to say no.

“Of course, how can I help?”

“Well I brought this little guy,” Zack held out the chocobo toy, wearing a decent rendition of the cadet uniform, “I figured we could take a picture of him, and make up the IDs, then when Cloud arrives, we can just update the photo.”

Margy nodded, she could do that.

Zack trailed her around the small office as she set up the stuffed toy in front of the camera, watching over her shoulder as she fixed the picture and took the photo.

“Well, at least I don't have to worry about this little guy blinking,” she joked, Zack laughed and nodded in agreement. Margy asked for the paperwork, so she could finish making up the ID.

Her smile turned a little forced as she read through the details.

“Is everything alright? I didn't forget any of the paperwork did I?” Zack leaned forward, concern clearly written across his face.

“No, sweetie, it's fine,” she began entering the details into the system, a few moments later she handed Zack the cards, and bid him goodbye.

Watching him talk to the chocobo toy as he left, Margy wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry.

They'd all heard the rumours that SOLDIERs got a little... eccentric, but going to all this trouble for what was surely an imaginary friend?

Unbelievable.

Tseng watched Psyche take notes mechanically as people spoke around her. The woman had been tasked with running the psych evals for the newest bunch of recruits, and had long since stopped paying any real attention to what was going on around her.

A good night sleep and she'd be perfectly fine, but for now, the only thing that would snap her out of her burn out, was certain words or phrases that tended to indicate ill will against Shinra.

Flipping through the notes she'd taken, Tseng paused on one in particular.

Why do you want to work for Shinra:

Zack Fair. He asked me to, and it's been a while since I've been in the military, I was a delivery boy in the post apocalyptic future, but then I got caught up in a kind of time loop, so now I'm here.

Tseng raised an eyebrow and looked at the name on the interview, 'Cloud Strife.' Shaking his head slightly, the Turk looked up the applicant's file. The profile picture was a chocobo toy in a cadet uniform. The initial application form had been filled out in what was very obviously – to those familiar with it – Zack Fair's hand writing, and was... uniquely answered.

Calling up the video feeds from the interviews, Tseng felt a headache forming as the video cut out only five interviews in.

Trying not to let his irritation show, Tseng resolved to ask Psyche about the recruit tomorrow, and put the application interview notes aside to be dealt with then.

Psyche apologised profusely when she couldn't recall the boy from the previous day, though she did seem to recall a chocobo at one point, and thought she might have seen Zack Fair at some stage.

Cain Danvers had worked as a drill sergeant for Shinra for two years. This was his eighth batch of recruits, they'd honestly started blending together after the third batch. They'd done well over the past few months, they were perhaps his most promising recruits yet.

He just wished his cadets hadn't been the ones to be picked by Zack Fair to be his 'friend's' training group. The SOLDIER second class had dropped by unannounced several times over the few months to shout words of encouragement at the group, or more specifically, at 'Cloud.'

What the hell kind of name was 'Cloud Strife' anyway? Sounded like a made up stripper name to Cain.

Not to mention, one of his cadets had taken to carrying around a stuffed Chocobo toy wearing a cadet uniform, and claiming it was 'Cloud.'

At last though, the insanity was behind him, the cadets were graduating today, and it would no longer be Cain's problem.

“CAIN!” the man froze, hands hovering above his keyboard where he'd been entering the last report on the cadet's final exams.

“SOLDIER Fair,” Cain forced a smile onto his face, “to what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Just came by to see how Cloudy did, I bet he was the best in the whole class,” Zack hopped from foot to foot as he peered over Cain's shoulder to read the report.

The truth was, there were marks for Cloud, one of the Cadets, he wasn't sure which one under the helmet, had taken the exams with the chocobo tucked into his belt, claiming to be 'Cloud Strife.'

The marks had been pretty good too.

“Oh, awesome, passed with flying colours, ha ha, he'll be joining SOLDIER in no time at all,” Zack clapped Cain on the shoulder and skipped out the door.

Shari was in charge of Trooper assignment, she was very good at her job, assigning the best Trooper to the job every time.

She had very little to do with SOLDIERs, almost nothing in fact, if one didn't count her memberships to the fan clubs, so having the newly promoted First Class Fair march up to her desk and lean on it by his forearms was nerve wracking, and exhilarating, and she would do anything to touch his arms.

“Hey there, I'm Zack, you're Shari right?” She nodded dumbly, he knew her name! “So listen, I was just wondering if you could help me out a little?” Shari nodded more enthusiastically, sitting straighter in her chair. “Great,” his smile was the most amazing smile she'd ever seen in he life.

“My buddy, Cloud Strife, finished basic training a week ago, but he hasn't been put on any missions yet, Hel, he hasn't even been given guard duty, I was wondering if you could look into it for me?”

“You've got it,” she managed to say, turning to her computer. Shari pulled up the details on 'Cloud Strife' and paused. She'd heard about Cloud from some of the other members of staff, apparently it was an ongoing thing. The note in the file said to humour Zack, as the recent – and thankfully over and done with – behaviour of the three Elite First Class SOLDIERs, had everyone wondering if Fair would go (temporarily) crazy at some point.

“Oh, yeah, I see the problem, just some typical inter office lost mail stuff, I can put him on guard duty for a week while we get that sorted out, how does that sound?”

“Great, he'll be pleased, he was getting kind of worried, sitting around with nothing to do but train, hey, while we're here, could you find out what happened to his Cadet Allowance, he said he didn't get it during training. I just want to make sure all his stuff is right, cause if it turned out his pay was going to the wrong account this whole time, well, Trooper pay is a little better, but he'd go broke pretty fast, you know?”

Shari's smile was tight as she confirmed 'Strife's' details with Zack, “well, everything looks like it's in order, it must be something else. I will personally look into that for you sir, and I'll let you know what I find out.”

“Thanks, that's awesome, I'll leave you to your investigation.”

She waved at him nervously as he left, then called her supervisor, she'd bought time by assigning 'Cloud' to watch a low priority section of Shinra, but now she had to get a SOLDIER's imaginary friend back-pay.

Maybe she could ask Jason from IT to write a program-thingy that would send low priority assignments to 'Cloud's' allocated PHS, with time limits for completion, which would then allow the assignments to be reassigned afterwards, so they still got done.

Sephiroth paused as he neared the doorway.

It was a low risk area of he building, so it was very rare to see guards posted at it.

Tonight, there was only one (rather short) guard beside he door.

On the other side of the door frame was a stuffed chocobo in a tiny Trooper uniform with a toy gun propped against it, as it too seemed to stand guard duty.

“General?” The silver haired man jerked as the Trooper called out to him, “are you alright sir?”

“I'm fine,” Sephiroth shook his head and continued on. He'd heard rumours about this, he just hadn't expected the to be true.

Angeal really needed to have a chat with his puppy.

Angeal stared at his PHS as the latest updates from the 'Golden Chocobo' fanclub came up on his screen.

“Angeal?” Genesis waved his hand in front of his friend's face and, when that garnered no response, he took the device from Angeal's hand, turning it so he could see what had so entranced his friend.

On the screen was a picture of a downed Behemoth, a tiny chocobo toy in a trooper uniform perched atop it.

Snorting, Genesis flicked through the rest of the pictures from the 'Golden Chocobo' account.

There were dozens of pictures of the trooper chocobo in various locations, some were even accompanied by notes.

Like the picture of the toy surrounded by actual chocobos of ever colour known to man, which read: After three long and gruelling minutes of negotiation, the chocobos have accepted me as one of their own.

Genesis looked up at Angeal, who'd buried his head in his hands, and went back to the photos.

It was good for the troopers to have hobbies.

Genesis wondered who'd killed all the monsters for him though.

#FFVII #Final Fantasy VII #crack fic #time travel #outsider pov

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pizza-is-my-buziness · 6 years

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Skimmons fic where Daisy woos Jemma by texting "You hungry?" in the middle of the night during all of finals week jemma is oblivious for about half of this

So I changed this up a little bit but I hope you don’t mind! Enjoy this college AU!

“You do know that it’s like three in the morning, right?”

The voice causes Jemma to look up from her notes for what feels like the first time in hours. And, truthfully, it might be the first time she looked up from her own handwriting in hands.

Daisy is standing there, staring down at her with raised eyebrows and her hair in a ponytail and polar bears on her pajama pants.

“Yes,” Jemma says, though she can’t remember the last time she actually looked at a clock. “What are you doing out here at three in the morning?”

Daisy points in the direction of the communal bathrooms, which branch off from the common area, where Jemma currently has all her notes, textbooks and class assignments spread out around her. “Had to use the bathroom and saw the light still on in here, figured it was you.” Daisy smirks. “And here you are.”

Jemma shakes her head, sighing. She leans back against the couch. “I’m just-”

“Stressed, yeah, got that part,” Daisy says.

“Studying,” Jemma corrects, though she feels that stressed might not be the worst word to use. “We have exams starting next week and-”

Daisy shakes her head. “And you need to sleep or you’re going to be a zombie,” she points out. “Seriously, come to bed. You have classes tomorrow and you know you aren’t going to be talked into skipping them.”

Jemma makes a face. “No one should skip their classes,” she points out defensively.

“Bed,” Daisy says, “now.”

And then Jemma’s stomach rumbles, the noise comically loud and definitely impossible to miss. Jemma feels her cheeks color with embarrassment but Daisy just smirks. “And when was the last time you ate?”

That’s even harder for Jemma to answer. She furrows her brow. “Lunch?”

“Jemma Simmons.” Daisy clucks her tongue in disappointment. “What are we doing to do with you?”

Apparently the answer is feed her, which is not something Jemma is going to argue. Even though Daisy’s food of choice happens to be fruit snacks and cookies from the nearby vending machine, but it does by Jemma a little bit more time to pour over her notes while she and Daisy share the snacks.

“You don’t have to stay out here with me,” Jemma says as she chews on another processed, high-fructose gummy snack. “It’s late.”

Daisy shrugs. “Someone has to make sure you actually go to bed.”

Which is probably true, all things considered.

Once their snacks have been eaten, Jemma allows Daisy to bully her into packing up her stuff and carrying it back down the hallway to her dorm. They’ve been neighbors since the first day of freshman year and Jemma’s first impression of Daisy is still relatively true. She’d imagined the girl to be loud, boisterous and a potential pain in her ass, a girl she was glad she only shared a wall with and not an actual room. And while Jemma still finds Daisy to be loud and boisterous, she also knows her to be more charismatic than annoying and that her exuberant behavior makes her the type of person you definitely want to consider your friend.

“Good night, Daisy,” Jemma says before opening the door, trying to avoid disrupting her roommate. “Thank you for the snacks.”

Daisy smiles, flashing her a thumbs-up. “I’ve got your back.”

Jemma quietly climbs into bed, hoping she doesn’t wake Bobbi when she knocks her knuckles lightly on the wall. It’s something she and Daisy had started doing back in August, when they decided that they needed a secret code to ensure that they were snug and sound in their beds after a party and not off somewhere being murdered and chopped into tiny pieces. The idea, of course, had been all Daisy’s. But now it’s a hard habit to break.

Jemma is pretty sure she falls asleep before Daisy even knocks back.

~ ~ ~

Despite Jemma’s unwavering attention in class, her detailed notes, and her natural intelligence, she finds herself pouring over all her notes for all her classes in preparation for the approaching exams. The first semester of freshman year is coming to an end and Jemma wants to ensure that she finishes all her classes as strongly as possible to ensure that her professors give her the recommendations that she needs to continue in her program.

“You know you know all of this, right?” Bobbi asks Friday night, running a brush through her shimmering blonde hair. “Like this already locked into that brain of yours.”

Normally when people say this type of thing, Jemma finds herself annoyed. But she and Bobbi share a major, so she knows that Bobbi understands the pressure, yet Bobbi is still planning on going out on a Friday night with her boyfriend.

“You can’t be too careful,” Jemma points out, uncapping a highlighter. “Better safe than sorry.”

Bobbi smiles at her, shaking her head, and disappears off into the evening. Jemma returns to her studies, where she remains, firmly planted, until her phone buzzes two hours later. It’s a message from Daisy: have you eaten?

Jemma smirks, rolling her eyes at the screen. But she answers honestly: not yet.

It doesn’t take long before there’s a knock on her door. Jemma isn’t surprised to see Daisy standing on the other side. “Come on,” Daisy reaches forward, grabbing Jemma’s hand. “The dining hall is open for another hour and Fridays they have fajitas.”

Jemma protests, even as she’s already reaching for her jacket. “I really should study.”

“How can you study on an empty stomach?” Daisy says, pulling Jemma out into the hallway. “You know you need brain food.”

“Right, what’s better for the brain than fajitas,” Jemma says.

Daisy nods. “Exactly. Glad you see it my way.” They start toward the stairs. “Plus you need some sort of human contact, something outside of all your perfect notes.”

Jemma sighs dramatically, but she figures both of them know it’s all just for show anyway. She’s not entirely upset but the study break, especially when it involves Daisy and one of Daisy’s many entertaining stories about the kids in her computer science class.

It’s nice to spend some time away from her dorm, especially because Jemma knows that she’s going to be spending a great deal of time studying until her exams are over next week. So a stolen hour -or two- with Daisy really isn’t so bad.

~ ~ ~

Daisy shows up, unannounced, on Sunday night. Bobbi lets her in and Jemma sighs, sincerely this time, when she sees Daisy. “I can’t do anything right now,” she tells her firmly. “Exams start tomorrow, you know. And you should be studying too. It’s very important to-”

“I know,” Daisy says before Jemma can really get wound up on a lecture that comes mainly from the stress that she feels bubbling inside her brain right now. “I’m not staying. I just figured you hadn’t eaten and might need some sugar.”

Daisy holds up a pint of ice cream -cookie dough, Jemma’s favorite- and a plastic spoon. “Good luck studying.”

Jemma takes the ice cream, smiling to herself as Daisy disappears again. Bobbi looks at her and smirks. “What?” Jemma says defensively, digging the spoon into the ice cream.

Bobbi shakes her head. “Nothing, nothing at all.”

Jemma thinks about pressuring Bobbi into telling her what’s running through her mind but decides against it. She’s got too much to focus on without getting involved in any sort of nonsense that has Bobbi Morse smirking like that.

The ice cream does provide an excellent motivator, though.

~ ~ ~

By Wednesday, Jemma is feeling simultaneously exhausted and thrilled about things. She’s done well on her finals so far and she has only one more tomorrow in Dr. Weaver’s class, which she’s feeling relatively confident about. Her first semester should end exactly as she wants it to and it’ll be nice to have the winter break off to relax before the next semester.

Though, Jemma has hardly seen anyone that week, including Bobbi, who shares a space with her. Exams have officially taken over everyone and the entire dorm seems to be locked away, cramming before it’s time to sit down and take the test. Jemma does enjoy the quiet, though.

Quiet that is shattered as soon as her phone dings, signaling a text message and causing Jemma to jump. The message is from Daisy, which doesn’t exactly surprise her, though it does make Jemma smile. They haven’t crossed paths since Sunday when Daisy came to drop off the ice cream and she has been missing her friend, even if biochemistry has been weighing heavily in her brain.

You hungry? The message reads.

On cue, Jemma’s stomach rumbles. Possibly…

Jemma also isn’t surprised when a knock on the door comes almost immediately. “Were you already standing out there?” Jemma asks as she opens the door.

“Possibly…” Daisy replies and there’s a pizza in her hands. “I couldn’t eat this all by myself, could I?” She pauses. “Well, I mean, I definitely could have but...I thought I would share.”

They sit on the floor and for a blissful hour, Jemma doesn’t think about her finals or studying or the impending second semester or the teacher recommendations. She only things about Daisy and the pizza and how she probably hasn’t laughed this hard in two weeks.

Bobbi comes in just as they’re finishing their last pieces. “You didn’t save me in?”

Jemma shrugs. “Sorry. We didn’t know when you would be back.” She’s not as sorry as she should be, though. She’s not sure that she would have wanted to share.

Either the pizza or Daisy.

Even though Jemma doesn’t exactly want to get back to studying, she doesn’t protest when Daisy finally gets to her feet, saying something about Shakespeare and monologues and heads back to her own room to finish cramming.

When she gones, Jemma sighs, eager for the end of midterms so that they can spend do more than just steal a few hours together. Bobbi is looking at her and Jemma tries to resist as long as she can before she finally turns around in her seat, glaring at her. “What?”

“Jemma, seriously,” Bobbi says, sounding deeply disappointed. “You’re smarter than this.”

“If this is about studying again-”

“Oh, no, that’s a lost cause,” Bobbi says dismissively. “I’m talking about Daisy.”

Jemma immediately feels warmer, less weary at the mention of her name. “What about Daisy?”

Bobbi gives her a pointed look. “The fact that you guys are always hanging out. You do that stupid little thing where you tell each other goodnight by tapping on the wall. And she’s been bringing you food nonstop…”

Jemma huffs out a breath. “It’s not stupid,” she grumbles, even though she really meant to ask Bobbi to get to the point.

“She likes you,” Bobbi says. “Can you just please realize that she’s not just bringing you food and hanging out because she cares about your nutrition.”

“Well, that’s pretty obvious,” Jemma says, rolling her eyes. “If she did, she wouldn’t be bringing ice cream and pizza and wait, what? What did you say?”

Bobbi leans over to pat her on the shoulder. “She likes you.”

Jemma feels her face flush, her heart do an excited little dance in her chest. “She does?”

Bobbi only rolls her eyes. “Seriously, Jemma, I give up.”

As focused as she is on her studying, Jemma has to admit that this new idea definitely takes precedence in her mind.

It’s a thought that makes her smile, makes her feel giddy and nervous and overjoyed all at once. It makes her feel special and a little bit stupid for not having realized it before. For not having thought that maybe she wasn’t the only one who thought there could be something more there between them.

It also makes her hurry through her exam so that she can hurry across campus to the coffee shop, grabbing two coffees and a couple pastries, making it to the English building with a few minutes to spare.

Daisy comes trudging out, looking a little shell-shocked and a little relieved to be outside in the fresh air again. When she turns in Jemma’s direction, responding to the sound of her name, she brightens, grinning.

Jemma figures that any doubts about her own feelings for Daisy quickly disappear when her heart tightens in her chest and she answers with a smile of her own.

“Hey,” Daisy says, “what are you doing here?”

Jemma holds up the coffee and pastry bag. “Thought you might be hungry,” she says. “It’s important to eat, you know.”

Daisy grins at her. “You know, I think I’ve heard that.”

#Skimmons #bioquake

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chickenfetus · 7 years

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tagged by @pastelminhyuks bless u thank u

Are you named after someone? idk actually?? i never asked lmfao

When is the last time you cried? earlier this month??? probably lol

Do you like your handwriting? sure when im not rushing to write an essay during an exam

What is your favorite lunch meat? chicken bc i love myself

Do you have kids? fictional ones yeah

If you were another person, would you be friends with you? probably not

Do you still have your tonsils? fuck is that

Would you bungee jump? yes bc i love 2 die

What is your favorite kind of cereal? THIS IS MY FAV QN OK i love cereal i eat cereal everyday so right i have my top 5 lets start:

cookie crisp havent had these in awhile bc they only sell these in the Big Box which i might never finish

frosted flakes i love 2 get diabetes

fruit loops the only name i actually knew b4 hand without having 2 google 4 it go me

the fuckin milo cereal it doesnt hvae a name but damn balls 4 life

koko krunch heck yea

Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? yes bc i tie them tight as fuckk so i dont have to keep retying them when they come off

Do you think you’re a strong person? no i am weak both physically and chemically mentally

What is your favourite ice cream flavor? cookies and cream is the SHIT my backup is always chocolate tho

What is the first thing you notice about people? appearance bc i am like that whoops but!! if its online then personality

Red or pink? red like the blood of my enemies

What is the least favorite physical thing you like about yourself? my fucking belly?? bc now i live in fear that ill end up looking my dad who has a solid hard belly

What color pants and shoes are you wearing now? im wearing blue shorts and im barefoot bc im at home

What was the last thing you ate? noodles

What are you listening to right now? colors by halsey yey

If you were a crayon, what color would you be? deadass want 2 say black bc #edge but no id be (pastel) blue

Favorite smell? the smell of nice fresh laundry

Who was the last person you spoke to on the phone? i dont even know man when was the last time i had a full blown convo with anybody on the phone

Favorite sport to watch? tbh i actually really really like watching (irl and anime) sports bc its fun?? the thrill??? i love it ive only actually watched a floorball match before but i think id like 2 watch any sport live

Hair colour? black ?? browish in the sun

Eye colour? i want 2 believe its brown but rly its black

Do you wear contacts? i was supposed 2 get contacts like twice but im too scared to bring my finger with the contact lens close 2 my eye so never happened LOL

Favorite food to eat? right now?? i guess im craving some cereal bc of that glorious qn above

Scary movies or comedy? comedy?? everythings a comedy 2 me i am The Comedy honestly im a walking joke

Last movie you watched? the jesus and buddha anime movie wait lll google the name god (ha) it was LIT saint young men!! thats the name good shit

What color of shirt are you wearing? black too wow arent we matching falen and its my class tshirt which i love bc its big warm and comfortable bless

Summer or winter? theres only the ufcing sun here so summer but i love winter?? its chill (im so funny!!!)

Hugs or kisses? hugs thx

What book are you currently reading? i was reading a chaptered fic like i was doing a good job w/ keeping up with it but my interest for it died so i quit reading the updates why am i like this? im not reading any books bc idk if ill like it enough to finish it

Who do you miss right now? nothing?? lance i guess more like my love for lance bc it died not completely like i still love him but just, not right now

What is on your mouse pad? i dont have one

What is the last TV program you last watched? i dont watch TV?? ok but i did watch one tv program like last year which was SKAM season 3 u can guess why anyway im trying to watch all 500 episodes of naruto now and i dont think i can last gg

What is the best sound? the music i listen to?? i guess or just silence when im alone

Rolling Stones or The Beatles? ive never listened to either

What is the furthest you have ever traveled? england i guess

Do you have a special talent? being able to drink a fuck ton of water

Where were you born? singapore! fun!

tagging: @kaccahn and my usual go to person to tag is u falen but ?? u tagged me so for now its just kacchan yay (ps u dont have 2 do it)

#egg boils #tag meme

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