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campbitch · 7 months

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below the cut you will find the shadyside high school yearbook, featuring the senior class of 1998.

TRISHA CONRAD:

likes — shopping in the mall her dad owns, gary fresno, giving fabulous parties

remembers — the murder game, the senior table at pete's pizza

dislikes — rich girl jokes, bad karma, overalls

quote — "what you don't know will hurt you."

CLARK DICKSON:

likes — debra lake, poetry, painting

remembers — trisha's party, the first time he saw debra

dislikes — nicknames, dentists, garlic pizza, tans

quote — "fangs for the memories."

JENNIFER FEAR:

likes — basketball, antique jewelry, cool music

remembers — the doom spell, senior cut day, hanging with trisha and josie

dislikes — the way people are afraid of the fears, pierced eyebrows

quote — "the only thing to fear is fear itself."

JADE FELDMAN:

likes — cheerleading, expensive clothes, working out

remembers — ice cream and gab fests with dana

dislikes — cheerleading captains, ghosts, sat prep courses

quote — "you get what you pay for."

GARY FRESNO:

likes — hanging out by the bleachers, art class, gym

remembers — cruising down division street with the guys,

dislikes — his beat up civic, working after school every day, cops

quote — "don't judge a book by it's cover."

KENNY KLEIN:

likes — jade feldman, chemistry, latin, baseball

remembers — the first time he beat marla newman in a debate, junior prom with jade

dislikes — nine year olds who like to torture camp counselors, cafeteria food

quote — "look before you leap."

DEBRA LAKE:

likes — sensitive guys, tennis, clark's poems

remembers — baskeetball games, when clark painted her portrait

dislikes — possessive boyfriends and jealous girlfriends

quote — "i would do anything for you, but i won't do that."

STACY MALCOLM:

likes — sports, funky hats, shopping

remembers — running laps with mary, stuffing our faces at pete's, mr. morley and rob

dislikes — psycho killers, stealing boyfriends

quote — "college, here i come!"

JOSH MAXWELL:

likes — debra lake, debra lake, debra lake

remembers — hanging out at the old mill, senior camp out, coach's pep talks

dislikes — funeral homes, driving his parents' car, tomato juice

quote — "sometimes you don't realize the truth until it hits you right in the neck."

JOSIE MAXWELL:

likes — black clothes, black nail polish, black lipstick, photography

remembers — trish's first senior party, the memorial wall

dislikes — algebra, evil spirits (including marla newman), being compared to her stepbrother josh

quote — "the past isn't always the past — sometimes it's the future."

MICKEY MEYERS:

likes — jamming with the band, partying, hot girls

remembers — swimming in fear lake, the storm, his first gig at the underground

dislikes — dweebs, studying, girls who diet, station wagons

quote — "shadyside high rules!"

MARLA NEWMAN:

likes — writing, cool clothes, being a redhead

remembers — yearbook deadlines, competing with kenny klein, when josie put a spell on me (ha ha)

dislikes — girls who wear all black, guys with long hair, the dark arts

quote — "the power is divided when the circle is not round."

MARY O'CONNOR:

likes — running, ripped jeans, hair spray

remembers — not being invited to trisha's party, rat poison

dislikes — social studies, rich girls, cliques

quote — "just say no."

DANA PALMER:

likes — boys, boys, boys, cheerleading, short skirts

remembers — senior camp out with mickey, homecoming, the back seat

dislikes — private cheerleading performances, fire batons, sharing clothes

quote — "the bad twin always wins."

DEIDRE PALMER:

likes — mysterious guys, sharing clothes, old movies

remembers — the cabin in the fear street woods, sleepovers at jen's

dislikes — being a "good girl", sweat socks

quote — "what you see isn't always what you get."

WILL REYNOLDS:

likes — the turner family, clubbing, playing guitar

remembers — the first time clarissa saw him without his dreads, our booth at pete's

dislikes — lite fm, the clinic, lilacs

quote — "i get knocked down, but i get up again..."

TY SULLIVAN:

likes — cheerleaders, waitresses, fears, psychics, brains, football

remembers — the graveyard with you know who, kenny klein's lucky shot

dislikes — painting fences, valentine's day

quote — "the more the merrier."

CLARISSA TURNER:

likes — art, music, talking on the phone

remembers — shopping with debra, her first day back to school, eating pizza with will

dislikes — mira block

quote — "real friendship never dies."

MATTY WINGER:

likes — computers, video games, star trek

remembers — the murder game (good one, trisha)

dislikes — people who can't take a joke, finding clark's cape with josh

quote — "don't worry, be happy."

PHOEBE YAMURA:

likes — cheerleading, gymnastics, big crowds

remembers — that awesome game against waynesbridge, senior trip, tailgate parties

dislikes — when people don't give it their all, liars, vans

quote — "today is the first day of the rest of our lives."

***stacey, will, clarissa, and phoebe are poc, being depicted in their images as black (stacey, will, clarissa) and asian (phoebe).

#✰* — ˗ˏˋ fear street seniors ˎˊ˗

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annbourbon · 6 months

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A bit more about me:

* I'm hard of hearing and I use hearing aids since I have memory. I hate when people keep sending me audios.

* INFJ

* I have ADHD

* I'm about 5'0 (153) yes I'm a minion 🙄💀

* My favorite color is blue

* Hydrangeas are my favorite type of flower. Just don't cut them off. I prefer pots rather than dead flowers.

* My nose is really sensitive to smells so it's super useful. Except for that time when I got covid... it was like, my worst nightmare coming true.

* I love eating, especially pizza.

* I don't like candies. Just chocolate, cakes and fruit tarts, too much sugar and I'll throw it up cuz my stomach doesn't tolerate candies or spicy things.

* I'm intolerant to lactose and garlic. people tend to joke around me saying I'm a vampire (migraines and my sun sensitivity don't make it any better to cover up this issue... shhhhh please don't say anyone okay?)

* My favorite element is air. The second one's water. I could spend hours on the tub or pool.

* I have three cats and one dog.

* I have never been in love or in a relationship for that matter.

* I love musicals: Mamma Mia, Burlesque, SIX, Hamilton, etc. (If I don't know it, I will love to know more about it.)

* I don't have tattoos or piercings. I'm too coward for that kind of pain. But I love them. They're just not for me.

* My favorite game is Mystic Messenger

* I adore my family. It's far from perfect, but is good.

* I'm self-taught at basically everything: ice-skating, cooking, fashion design, writing, hence I'm far from being perfect. But I'm trying my best.

* I'm a workaholic. Literally busy all day.

* I don't smoke or drink. Except for champagne maybe and only special occasions. I don't like alcohol that much.

* I want to study or at least read more about architecture

* I also love musical theory, photography and documentaries lol

* I'm an environmentalist

* Despite my love for cats, I have always preferred bunnies. Horses come third.

* Most of my fashion designs were created between 10 to 13 y.o. so right now I'm just adjusting them and improving them. Which is why I'm studying and reading a lot about fashion design.

* I used to dislike sugar as a kid. IDK what happened lol but I'm now ruined because I love sugar a bit too much. So from time to time I go on a sugar detox. It's hard AF

* I started ballet when I was 18. You can do it too.

* Blood type: A

* My Astrology:

Sun's on Taurus 🐂 ♉ with ascendant on Cancer 🦀♋ and my Moon on Capricorn ♑🐐

Questions: (I actually had a dynamic with other people but the link it's acting weird so I decided to put them here)

Are you named after anyone? Yeah my mom called me Anna because of the Beatles, "Anna Go to him"

When was the last time you cried? Around November or December last year. There was a lot of drama going on and a group of people who was really toxic to me, I finally got my shit together and moved onto something better. I haven't cried ever since and I'm happy now! <3

Do you have kids? Nope

Do you use sarcasm? Sometimes lol

What's the first thing you notice about people? The eyes if they're close, their appearance if they're a bit far, the smell, if they're passing by and I'm a bit distracted.

What's your eye color? Hazel

Scary movies or happy endings? Both. Depends on my mood, and some scary movies are actually touching and have a bit of a good/happy (maybe sometimes bittersweet) ending. Life can be a happy, and beautiful story but also hard and terrifying one. So I like both. Depending on my mood and company. I'm the kind of person who watches scary movies alone, at night and then proceeds to sleep like a baby sheep. I also love to watch scary movies when I'm angry or pissed off with/at someone or something. But I also love romantic and comedic movies... yeah it depends.

Any special talents? Ummm lol I can eat even when I'm sick or in pain. Okay I'll say, um I can learn things rather quickly: maths, chemistry, biology, dancing, sports, drawing, writing, etc. I can learn anything and become rather decent at it. Anything. Except for bread. Just no. Have you guys seen Charlie Angels? When Lucy Liu gives them muffins? Yeah that's me with any kind of bread. And I've been trying to figure it out since I was 8 y.o. so there's no hope for me lol

Where were you born? Haven't decided yet lol ok no... Mexico. I'll omit the city since a lots of creepers and stalkers have been on my life already so I'm not going to share that kind of info.

What are your hobbies? Ballet (thanks to Barbie, Tchaikovsky and my mom lolol) and ice skating

Any pets? Two cats (actually I have three cats and a dog but one of the cats is my brother's and so is the dog, so I just have a two little fellas... I'm considering buying a Cavalier King though... I've always wanted one.)

What sports do you play/have played? (Gotta go and eat something so I'll be back lol)

Chess, volleyball, basketball, soccer, ice-skate, swim, run, walk/sprint, cheerleading, rock-climbing indoors and outdoors. And other stuff. But I don't remember everything I ever did, just the most relevant ones: Volleyball practices were hard as hell. I even fainted because of it. And I'm not the kind of person who tends to faint.

Basketball was embarrassing. I'm tiny AF!! But we were forced to practice on school so whatever lol

Favorite subjects in school? I never liked school. Like, at all. But funny thing is, after I became a homeschool student (bullying from peers and teachers) I developed a healthy curiosity and started to love every single subject. So thanks mom, thanks dad!

Dream job? I don't have one. As long as I can eat and study/do everything I love and like, I'm happy. I love being creative though. If anything, I want to keep working and studying and being creative.

I'm not married but my name's... yes I'm a Bourbon. Royal family. Either you hate it or love it because, history... lol

But I'd say I'm winning the lottery on the coolest last name ever.

If you have any other question I'm happy to oblige: Send asks. But be polite. Thanks 💕

#anna bourbon #annabourbon #send asks #send asks if u want #a bit about me #danteann #facts about me

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ausetkmt · 2 years

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Oct. 5, 2022

Stew peas is a dish for gathering, and a dish for celebrating, and a dish for living. But it’s also a dish for slowing down; stew peas call for a certain gentleness, and a certain trust, alongside an implicit agreement allowing time to meld your beans and your meat and your aromatics.

The meal’s origins are Jamaican; in “Caribbean Cooking,” John DeMers even refers to stew peas as the country’s national dish. Red peas, as kidney beans are known in Jamaica, are cooked down and mellowed with coconut milk, then stewed with beef, pork or even vegetarian alternatives. The meal is further flavored with garlic and herbs. While stew peas can be found in home kitchens throughout the Caribbean diaspora, Jamaican renditions almost always include spinners: flour dumplings that make the stew into a full-fledged meal. And this stew is as individual as the hands of the cook preparing it — there are few “wrong” ways to cook stew peas.

The recipe’s base ingredients couldn’t be humbler: dried kidney beans, a bowl of salted pig’s tail, garlic, scallions and a can of coconut milk. But the component binding everything together is time: Much of the work in stew peas resides in what you aren’t doing. You can check in on the simmering pot as spinners form between your palms, rolling and adding each dumpling while the stew reaches the precipice of its flavor. And you’ll know it’s done when the stew’s aroma envelops your kitchen (to say nothing of your neighbor’s, should they be so lucky). Then the only thing you could possibly do is take it off the stove to partake.

Stew peas is less an orchestra than a gauzy jam band playing well after last call.

In the absence of pig’s tail, you could use whatever pork you’ve got on hand. Or you can swap out that protein entirely for beef. Once, in a bind and miles away from the nearest Caribbean grocer, I cooked the dish with the Chinese sausage in the back of a boyfriend’s fridge and genuinely couldn’t have been more pleased with the result. And in the cookbook “Original Flava,” the chefs Craig and Shaun McAnuff remove meat entirely, noting that “there’s so much flavor already that meat doesn’t have to be the star attraction.” Each memory of enjoying the dish created a recipe in itself, entirely honest to the moment in which I partook of it.

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As it did for any number of recipes, our most recent pandemic rewired my sense of the dish. Stew peas had been window dressing for me — familiar, omnipresent, delicious. But as the months passed, this dish’s necessary gentleness became less of a habit or a memory than a remedy — one of the primary compulsions for me to actually cook something. And I’d experienced that with several dishes, like the velvety richness of nikujaga and thit kho; or the elation of chewing ropa vieja after a full day of anticipation. But stew peas had already woven their way into the background of my life: cooked on a lazy Sunday alongside a partner, or munched as leftovers, or shared among friends far too late in the evening, balancing a bowl on my knee beneath a table of beer. The dish laid a foundation for me to really feel every meal that followed it. And, for me at least, this motion — of slowness, of a meal that’s taking form as the day unfolds — became just as much a feeling as a flavor. Another way of feeling the time pass. The sort of ingredient whose absence, when taken for granted, immediately becomes distinct: So it’s no surprise that when I’m away from my place, stew peas is what I’m looking to conjure. And when friends visit, it’s one of the things I most want to share with them.

As Suzanne Barr notes in “My Ackee Tree,” “building flavor is the key to developing any delicious dish.” Stew peas is a chance to allow life to carry you alongside it, less an orchestra than a gauzy jam band playing well after last call. After you’ve combined the peas and the meat, you could start your laundry. For more than two hours, the pot simmers until the peas have softened, bubbling their own low chatter while you fiddle with podcasts or text friends from the sofa. Eventually, you roll the spinners in your hands, adding them to the dish, setting your rice on another pan. And then the dish is done.

Cooking is labor. It’s work. What if one route was looking for gentleness and slowness on this front, toward ourselves and others? Cooking this dish fortified that patience for me, allowing it to settle into my daily revolutions along with all of its ingredients.

Then again, taste can be clumsy. Feeling is easier. A few months back, ambling around Provincetown after a too-late evening, I wandered out one morning on a mission for friends, searching for brunch ingredients with a tote bag full of pot and jam. At a park bench beside a market, a woman who worked there leaned over a bowl of stew peas. I’d seen her in town earlier that week. And this dish couldn’t have been on the menu. But she relished it, and she glanced my way, allowing me to relish it, too — and we shared the moment for another few seconds before we both moved on.

#Jamaican Stew Peas Are a Good Excuse to Slow Down #Stew Peas #Jamaican Food #Jamaican Stew Peas #Healthy Slow Cooker Recipes #One Pot Meals #Caribbean Cooking

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id0g · 12 days

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I can't sleep. I feel so sad and hurt. If I had literally anything else going for me I'd quit art school right now and never look back. I feel so stupid for even trying to do this.

Every 3rd year student that takes a PRAX class (basically a class where you do research related to your art practice and make work accordingly) has to sign up at the end of the semester for a review panel. Two teachers who probably don't know you, your work, or anything basically come to critique your project for PRAX.

My project was a frog modeled after a radio I had as a kid. I mostly do plush making now so I made an imaginary friendified version of him and I wanted to keep the audio aspect and put together a series of CDs with a wide array of audio related to my childhood- from me telling bedtime stories as a kid to freaking Club Penguin pizza theme. It went over super well in my actual class. I had peers laughing along with the funny home video clips, bonding over familiar songs. My actual prof gave me a perfect grade for the project.

So why does it feel like my panelists hated it the second they walked into the room? Their aura was menacing but nonetheless I still introduced myself, explained my project. They then proceeded to roast me on a spit with an apple in my mouth and a head of garlic up my ass.

This wasn't my first panel critique. I had one at my old school too and that one went well. They commented on the things they thought were successful, parts that could be improved, ways I could go about it, artists I should look at. That wasn't what happened here. They just bombarded me with the most unproductive unhelpful comments. "Why should I care? What is supposed to make me want to interact with it? There's nowhere for me to sit. (Are you too good to sit on the fucking ground? That's part of the whole experience. Kids don't give a fuck about where they sit.) I'm just not really feeling it. There's nothing to pull the viewer in. I don't know anyone in the pictures so why should I even want to look at what's on the CDs?" They didn't even give me time to respond they just kept shooting daggers at me over and over and over. I'm someone who takes critique well and am even eager to hear it and see where I can improve but this was literally nothingburger. They didn't propose any possible solutions. They just scolded me, infantilized me. The nail in the fucking coffin was when this pompous ass photography teacher had the gull to say that I'm "narcissistic" for making work about MY childhood memories and assuming other people could relate to it. What???? WHAT???? It was so insanely fucking out of pocket. A) Every artist has to be a little narcissistic to assume anyone would want to partake in anything they make B) Assumption? Was it not an accurate assumption to make? When I sat there with my peers and one of them told me they felt like they were gonna cry because they felt like the piece was about them? That they felt relieved?

The worst part of all of this... They judged all this by just the appearance alone. They didn't even take the time to listen to a single fucking CD. To even touch the plush, the art. "You should experiment with unexpected materials. I already know what plush feels like so why would I want to touch it? It's a familiar material." Are you thick in the fucking head? That's the ENTIRE POINT. ITS A CONSCIOUS MATERIAL CHOICE. I chose plush fabric because it's soft and comforting and FAMILIAR. Then they critique it for being too "sunshine and rainbows." "I'm not saying it needs to be grim but it's just too opaque."

And to cap it all off they ask me if I have any questions. What questions could I even ask these people? They inadvertently gave brutal answers to questions I already had. So I said: "Oh no, not really. You pretty much answered them. I was mostly going to ask about methods of installation and ways that would encourage an audience to interact with a work." Oh and what does this pompous asshole say? "You shouldn't even be thinking about that. You're not there yet. You still have a lot more work to do." Who the hell even are you hello? This compounded with them not being satisfied with my answer to their question about artists that inspire me. I told them most of my inspiration for this work came from people in my personal life. "You need to research artists. You're here to learn their methods." Bold of you to assume why I'm here. Bold of you to also assume I didn't research artists in this class about RESEARCHING. So I rattle off the artists I looked at this semester. "Well that's not really plush. Well they're not really looking at nostalgia." Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. You can't call my work opaque then discourage me from researching artists that are not EXACTLY aligned with my "opaque" work. Then they started talking about how I should focus more on maybe making work that is a personal archive (what the fuck else am I doing? you just said that was narcissistic? I'm so fucking confused) and I brought up an artist I had seen in gallery last term and they were all oh yeah I saw their work they really build a personal archive bla blah blah. She puts clippings from her life in binders. I put clippings of my life in CDs. Maybe it's more acceptable for her because she's a professional artist in a gallery and I'm a student being treated like a stupid idiot baby. Maybe it's because she just has more stuff to present. Multiple binders full. I'm 25 she's fucking 40something. She's had time to collect. Also this project spanned the scope of ONE term. Materials are also EXPENSIVE. CDs aren't cheap anymore. I don't know. It all just wasn't helpful and it didn't do anything for me except tear me down and make me feel discouraged.

Art is the only thing that has stuck for me after high school. I tried to do science, I tried to do med, I tried to do nursing but I couldn't force myself. If I had literally anything else going for me I'd drop out of art school after that fucking panel. I feel ripped to shreds.

I saw my favourite teacher right before too and she was so excited for me and she even asked me to email her pictures and everything after but I couldn't even bring myself to do that.

I have so much work left for the end of semester and it's so hard to do anything now. I just want to be left alone to sulk.

I haven't cried in a long time. Definitely not like this since I was in high school.

#personal #rant #rant rant rant

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momosandcoffee · 3 years

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On My Plate:

1) Hand-pulled Garlic Bread with Chili Tapenade 2) Pizza Margherita 3) Brownie with Chocolate Sauce & Vanilla Bean Ice Cream

Notes: The hand-pulled garlic bread was a revelation. It was light, chewy and brushed on with green garlic oil. The tapenade was a completely new flavor for me but it was chunky and fun. Jamie’s Margherita Pizza is to die for. Their base is freshly made and hand-stretched, and the buffalo mozzarella melts into tiny cheese-pools. Whaaat! They put in fresh basil leaves which go SO well with their homemade passata. The best part about eating this pizza is dunking the crusts in chili oil. The brownie was so-so, though I loved the crunchy caramel corn on top.

Where: Jamie’s Pizzeria, Lower Parel, Mumbai When: 21.03.2019

| Food Log: 15 |

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naturecpw · 3 years

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Stop Throwing Out Your Used Tea Bags

They’re surprising useful. Here are 12 things they can do post-brew. - Shifrah Combiths

It feels so good to be able to do something with the things we’d normally discard. Coffee grounds as rose fertilizer and clementine peels saved for DIY candles come to mind, not to mention composting in general.

If you’re a regular or occasional tea drinker, you can add your tea bags to the list of garbage you shouldn’t throw out just yet.

Here are some ways to re-use them post brew:

Add a hint of flavor to rice or grains. Hang your used tea bags in boiling water to infuse your food with a touch of flavor. Think jasmine tea with rice or chai tea with oatmeal.

Protect house plants from fungal disease by re-brewing a used tea bag and using the weak tea (cooled) to water your plants.

Neutralize odors naturally. Spread dried tea leaves in stinky spots like the cat litter box or in the bottom of your garbage bags.

Make cleaning the fireplace safer and easier. Dump the damp contents of tea bags onto the ash to weigh it down before sweeping out the fireplace.

De-grease pots and pans. Soak hard-to-clean dishes in water with a used tea bag tossed in. The tea will help loosen stuck-on food and break up grease.

Add them to your bath. The antioxidants in tea are good for your skin and the gentle scent will add some aromatherapy to your soak.

Take the sting out of insect bites and sunburns. Using a cool compress will reduce pain and inflammation of the affected areas.

Make a hair rinse. Remove product buildup without using another product. Soak 3-4 used tea bags in warm water and pour it over your head after shampooing and conditioning as usual. Don’t rinse. Pro tip: Chamomile brightens blondes and black tea adds a coppery shimmer to brunettes, according to Housewife How-Tos.

Deodorize carpets by scattering the dried contents of several teabags over your rugs before you vacuum.

Depuff tired eyes. Place cool tea bags over your eyes, cucumber style. According to Chasing Green, the tannins in the tea leaves may reduce bags and dark circles.

Clean leather shoes by buffing with a damp teabag.

Wash stinky hands, using a tea bag as you would a bar of soap to help eradicate garlic, onion, or fish odors.

Shifrah Combiths has been writing professionally for twenty years. She loves lifestyle photography, memory keeping, gardening, reading, and going to the beach with her husband and children.

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jungxk · 5 years

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just one (vi)

notes: the only guy on campus who’s track record trumped that of your best friend’s - park jimin - was jeon jungkook. not that that was a problem…until he set his sights on you.

warnings: smut (f recieving), protected sex

genre: drama, romance, humour, college!au

wordcount: 5.3k

part i // part ii // part iii // part iv // part v // part vi // part vii // part viii // part ix // part x

you watch sadly as you tip your case of empty paint tubes into the bin. they were your absolute favourite, a birthday gift from jimin almost two years ago. you had been so careful and stingy with them all this time to preserve as much as possible - at least to get you to the end of the semester - so it was disheartening to have to finally throw them out. oils were always your favourite. still, there wasn't much time for moping; if you were to get your next piece finished by the deadline you better start now because of the drying period between layers of watercolour.

"maybe jungkook has a hairdryer..." you mumble to yourself before padding over to his room. he's sitting at his tiny little work desk with his back to you when you peek over his shoulder. "kook, do you have a hairdryer?"

he points without removing his eyes from the screen. "the bottom drawer over there."

"thanks," you do a double take as you pass him with the appliance in tow, his eyes a little bloodshot and face twisted into what looks like terror. usually you couldn't so much as clean a paintbrush without jungkook all over you while you were at his place, but he barely spoke the whole afternoon. you take a tentative step towards him, because if he was anything like jimin when he's stressed he might get rabid. "you alright?"

"i dunno, am i?" he collapses back into the chair, threading his fingers through his hair which was getting wonderfully long. but the only thing you can pay attention to now are his panicked eyes and jittery knees. "i don't know what the fuck any of these numbers mean! why do i even need this for photography-"

"what is it?" you smooth your hand over his back, muscles stiff.

he deflates under your touch. "i agreed to peers taking questionnaires about my portfolio so far and i fucking regret it, noona. this stats software looks nothing like minecraft. i dont know what this all means. my prof said it'd help with cohesiveness - whatever that means - but he's off on one if he thinks this has done anything other than confuse me and ruin my life."

you try your best to hold back a smile, but jungkook is so cute when he's pouty and frustrated. "okay, well what are your variables?"

"my what? baby, i'm not in the mood right now-"

"no you dipshit, like," you gesture with your hands. "what are the things you're measuring? in the questionnaire?"

jungkook stares at you blankly. "i'm...what?"

you roll your eyes, grabbing the back of his chair to swivel him and plop onto his lap. "let me see."

jungkook has no idea what's going on, both because he doesn't know what you're talking about and also because you're covering the screen so he's spared of having to follow your clicking and tinkering. all he knows is that you fit nicely on his lap and that your bare thighs are warm on his, and it's much easier to focus on that anyway. especially since you aren't wearing underwear. after a few minutes he hooks his chin over your shoulder to at least try to keep up. "what are you doing, noona?"

"just cleaning up your dataset," you mumble. you finally perk up after a few more minutes. "oh, okay! so all you want to know is if the people who like the first half of your portfolio like the second half just as much, and whether that opinion affects the other? like a correlation, right?"

he sits up excitedly. "yeah! yeah, that's it," he stares at your profile in disbelief while you waste no time in running the analyses. "how do you know about this stuff, noona?"

"i did stats in my science major. the software i had back then, now that was a real pain in the ass. but this one isn't so bad," you reply absently while jungkook keeps staring at you like you're an angel that descended from the heavens especially for him. he has yet to believe otherwise. "hmm, you know i think you can skip all the sample level descriptives and cronbach's alpha scores and go straight to pearson's r if all you're looking for is a correlation. what would you prefer?"

he breathes in your hair; coconut, jasmine. his cologne. "you’re so sexy when i don’t understand what you’re saying."

jimin's face twists when he tests the contents of the pan. "can you tell me why this tastes like tae's dirty socks?"

“can you tell me why you know what tae’s dirty socks taste like?” you lean over the counter, swiping a finger over the ladle before bringing it to your mouth. you always used to cook for your family when you were younger, and although you had gone off it after what happened, you didn't mind when it was with jimin. with him, you didn't think about the memories of cutting onions with your father or grinding chillies with your mother and sister. it all felt new again, something that was never tarnished. which is why jimin is the only one you can stand to cook with even if he's unable to make anything but mojitos and a single pasta dish. "not enough garlic."

he squints at his phone while you manoeuvre him out of your way. "but it says two cloves in the recipe?"

"it's never two cloves," you take the knife and start to crush and peel more. "always start with four, maybe five."

"can't we just order takeout?" jimin pouts pathetically. he just washed his hair so its still damp, cheeks a rosy from the bathroom steam. you only wish his long line of hookups could see their ladies man now, bundled up in a powerpuff girls sweater that he stole from you months ago.

"no," you pluck his phone from his hand before he can dial, replacing it with more cloves for him to peel. "you've been having takeout all week! all that oil can't be good for you, what's the point of sweating your tits off in that gym if you're just gonna eat shit?"

"i don't always eat shit!"

"jimin. we share a just eat email account. i know the chinese place isn't sending me customer loyalty codes," he rounds the stool where you're sat in the small place between your back and the wall, his palm skirting behind your waist to move you gently aside. "just let me see you eat a vegetable today, i'm begging. so if you keel over tomorrow from IBS i'll feel less guilty."

"alright alright," he huffs, rubbing at his puffy eyes with his sleeve before picking up the knife again. "i don't see what the big deal is, if i was breaking out then that'd be another issue but my body can clearly handle it. maybe it's like that episode of drake and josh where his body becomes accustomed to all the junk food he eats and-"

"please don't use drake and josh as a marker for your health."

"fine," and then without missing a beat, "but what about kenan and kel? all that orange soda and kel was totally fine. healthy even."

"physically, maybe. but did you see the screw in the tuna episode? don't tell me he didn't have inner demons that may or may not have been increased by an overly processed diet," you pause. "wait, am i the kenan in this friendship?"

"depends. i want to say you're the brains but i've also seen you try to open a can with a fork, so."

"hey! that wasn't my fault!" you exclaim, but jimin ignores you purposely. "taehyung told me you fucked yeri in the kitchen, how was i supposed to know what was and wasn't contaminated?"

"___, the fork was plastic."

"well what else would you have me do, starve?"

"what is this, the fucking famine? you said it yourself, we share a just eat email so the smart thing to do would be order. besides i dunno what makes you think i'd fuck a girl with a can opener in my vicinity anyway-"

"um, you're you," you chastise. "so i rest my case."

"then i'm definitely kenan," jimin laughs when you swat at him before your phone vibrates, one after another until it almost falls off the kitchen counter if you didn't grab it in time. you don't dare to unlock your phone when you see the contact name on the screen, too hyper-aware of jimin eyeing you over the chopping board. even he sees the gist of the messages jungkook sent you.

[jungkook 7:13pm] u left ur shirt here again noona

[jungkook 7:13pm] at this rate ur never gonna get it back are u :)

[jungkook 7:14pm] i'm free all day tomorrow

[jungkook 7:16pm] wanna come over?

[jungkook 7:16pm] i still haven't washed it btw so

[jungkook 7:17pm] we can do laundry together :))

[jungkook 7:18pm] or maybe later tonight ? i can pick u up ?

you don't even get a good read of the messages - all those smiley faces gave you enough of an idea. it wasn't a surprise or anything, but you still switch your phone to do not disturb and leave it face down on the counter like you have something to hide. which you don't. so why did it feel so wrong? so disrespectful, here in jimin's kitchen? you gnaw at your cheek.

jimin has his back to you so thankfully you're spared of having to gage his expression. he's probably sent a million thirsty texts so he knows what they look like, knows that he shouldn't be surprised. still, he shifts from foot to foot uneasily. the only thing that makes him stop is you leaning wordlessly over him to lower the stove to a simmer, turning the tap on to wash some rice and hum quietly. here was jeon jungkook, arguably the biggest stud on campus blowing up your phone on a friday night but nothing felt different. you'd always choose him and jimin knew that.

"what do you think of egg fried rice?" you ask over your shoulder. "i haven't made it in ages. the one with the veggies?"

jimin smiles. "i love that one,"

"he's not back yet?" you ask when yoongi lets you into the flat, shoulders deflating childishly. he gives you a lazy shake of his head before nudging you to the sofa to take up your usual spot on the matted cushion in the corner, kicking your shoes away and sitting cross legged. yoongi and namjoon's flat was only round the corner from jungkook's, a worn down little two-bed that smelled rather questionable at times, but it quickly became a familiar place. a safe place. especially because of how often you'd come over while jungkook was running late at class or the gym or photo-hunting. coming to terms with the fact that you were sleeping with jungkook wasn't that hard, but being friends with his friends was.

"it's leg day. you know how jungkookie feels about his chicken calves," yoongi says before flopping down next to you. namjoon was tucked into the other side with a book, effectively squishing you into yoongi with his big shoulders. if jungkook was here he'd pout about having nowhere to sit and the thought only makes you more pleased. "he'd be there until sundown if you weren't waiting for him."

"are you sure you're one to talk about chicken legs?" you reach to tickle yoongi's knees and he barely manages to flinch away in time.

"i love my chicken legs the way they are, thanks. can't say the same for your boyfriend though."

you freeze. "i told you to stop saying that, yoongi. you know he hates the b word. one more slip up and you won't ever see me here again. last time he avoided me for two weeks!"

"never see you again? doubt it. your hair clogged the shower drain yesterday so you pretty much owe rent at this point," yoongi keeps flicking through the channels on the television. "besides, i know what a man with a monkey on his back looks like. kookie just doesn't like being reminded of it because unfortunately for him there's no rehab to quit you."

a rush of blood goes straight to your cheeks. yoongi loves to tease you and you know that, second only to jungkook who actually does get off to it, but you still tap nervously on the carpet with your toes while desperately hoping for namjoon to step into the conversation with a weird conspiracy theory or black hole fact he read on an astronomy blog. anything to dig you out of this metaphorical hole you and jungkook are hellbent on ignoring. yoongi sees the way you curl in on yourself slightly, a sensible and collected flower like you reduced to a fidgety school girl. it's cute.

"hyung," namjoon says with his eyes still glued to his book. "stop winding her up or her face'll explode and then jiminie will come for your throat."

yoongi scoffs. "and? what's that short-ass gonna do, cry on me to death?"

"you're like two inches taller than him."

"two and a half, actually."

"so he really was a crybaby?" you scoot to fold your legs under you. "jungkook told me before but i didn't believe him! i've tried everything but i can never get a reaction out of jimin...i mean, if horny isn't an emotion."

"oh yeah, totally," namjoon puts an arm on the back on the back of the sofa behind you when he looks up. his silver hair brings out the beautifully rich undertone of his skin and it's difficult not to stare, being so close. "if the patriarchy hadn't fucked him up he'd be a real tree hugger, i'm sure of it. but the last time i saw him cry was...hmm..."

"five years ago," yoongi chimes. "when jungkookie got caught."

"ooooh yeah," namjoon nods. "but jimin and jungkook were super close back then. he was so protective of him, waited in the custody office for hours until they finally-"

"wait," you look between them. "caught? what do you mean?"

the boys exchange a glance between them. it's not like you didn't know that yoongi sells weed and often with namjoon's help. in fact, they often told you about their wild stories and close calls. but they had never mentioned jungkook being involved with any of that stuff, and neither had he. you always just assumed that he'd kept his head out of it, being a college student and all but yoongi's shrugging and namjoon's pursed lips tell you otherwise.

"jungkook got charged with possession as a minor," yoongi says. "i mean, seventeen but still. too baby-faced."

"jungkook sold for you?" you repeat, not quite believing your ears. he had always been the better off out of his friends that often did shadier things, but the more you got to know him the more you felt like the jungkook you heard about and the jungkook you knew were two different boys. it really shouldn't have come as a surprise, since he had practically grown up with yoongi, namjoon and jimin. his hyungs were his family and he'd do anything for them, there was really no reason he wouldn't take up their trade.

"oh yeah, almost a year. he was good at it too," namjoon laughs. "our kookie's good at everything if you give him enough chances."

"so what happened?" you press. "does he...does he still sell?"

"are you kidding? we got him out of all that shit the second he stepped out the office," yoongi rubs the back of his neck. "jungkook isn't like us. he's a good kid with a lot of talent and he didn't need to be doing all that you know? we convinced him to go to school instead but even then, jimin made us swear to look out for him because he left earlier than kookie."

"wow, jimin really hasn't changed," you lean back. "in like, taking care of people i mean. so is that when jungkook got into photography? he did talk about getting his first camera when he was like eighteen or something..."

namjoon nods happily in recollection. "yup! we were so proud when jungkook got accepted into university, especially after jimin and hobi. people from our town don't usually pursue higher education-"

"especially with kookie's record," yoongi laughs.

"why?" you blink at him.

"the weed was one thing, but jungkook also got a strike for violence."

namjoon winces. "hyung, he's gonna throw a tantrum if you tell her..."

"i don't care. she's fucking him, she has a right to know," yoongi retorts evenly, dark eyes swivelling to meet yours. his light hair is matted from under his beanie, barely missing his lashes. "a few years ago jungkook beat a guy so bad he had to go into emergency. it was pretty gross. broken nose, missing teeth, you name it. he's been on thin ice since but he doesn't act like it."

you take a second to digest the information. "do you...do you know why?" you waver, unable to keep the horror from your voice. "knocking a guy's teeth out? people don't just do that!"

"kookie did," namjoon sighs.

"but why? it's so...i just can't imagine jungkook doing something like that..."

"something like what?"

your head snaps to the doorway where jungkook can be seen only partially when he bends over to unlace his shoes, namjoon and yoongi simultaneously pinching your legs to wipe the wide-eyed look off your face. it was one of the many times when wearing your heart on your sleeve did not do you any favours. you just about manage to look normal enough within the half a second it takes for jungkook to come in, hair mussed from his post-gym shower and tee wrinkled from being stuffed into the bottom of his bag. his eyes look extra big today, nose and knuckles blushed pink from all the lifting. he couldn't look farther from the violent offender yoongi and namjoon described. in fact, the sudden urge to kiss him hello was near suffocating.

"i was telling her about the time you wore hyung's underwear for two weeks," namjoon explains, years of lying paying off with how smoothly he returns to his book.

"what!" yoongi splutters. "are you kidding?! a whole week, jungkook that's disgusting-"

the younger boy winces. "not the same pair!"

"wait. you took more than one?!"

"um..."

"how many. tell me right now you little shit."

"i promise they were clean!" jungkook says defensively, but his buck teeth show in a defensive little grin. it's impossible to be mad at him. "my washing machine broke, remember? and i never have change so i didn't go to the laundrette's and-"

"which ones?" yoongi's voice becomes obnoxiously loud with dismay. "tell me right now so can go upstairs and burn them. jesus jungkook you could have at least asked me, now i have to live with the knowledge that your bollocks is acquainted with mine until i die-"

"hyung they were clean," jungkook insists. "and if i asked i knew you wouldn't have let me borrow them!"

"yeah because it's gross! why didn't you just take joonie's?"

"i did. but he caught me and told me to take yours instead."

you just about manage to insert yourself between yoongi before he can grab a fistful of namjoon's hair while jungkook throws back his head in a loud cackle.

[jimin 7:58pm] you dont mind do u?

it's hard not to roll your eyes at his message, momentarily leaving your phone on the bed while you unclasp your bra. it wasn't the first time jimin had bailed on you last minute because of some girl he'd picked up for longer than expected. you're just thankful that this time he had the courtesy to tell you before you got to his house and burst into his bedroom without knocking only to see areas of your best friend you really did not need to see. even though you shudder at the memories - yes, plural - the sinking feeling of disappointment can't be masked. it's movie night.

[you 8:01pm] yh its fine

[you 8:02pm] but u owe me one i put on a bra for you asshole

[jimin 8:04pm] ofc babe

[jimin 8:04] just skip it next time :)

you snort before locking your phone and throwing it on the bed, padding over the room in your knickers to select some sleeping shorts off the floor. jisoo went home for a family birthday and seulgi had a deadline for monday, so it was safe to say you were alone for the weekend. you were used to being alone but you didn't like it; it was the reason why you'd always trudge to jimin's if the girls weren't home or even yoongi and namjoon's, even if it was just to take a nap on their sofa. you needed the noise, the background bickering. that's why there's only so much paint brush washing and kitchen cleaning you can do before reaching for your phone and messaging jungkook.

or at least that's what you tell yourself when he's in your bed within the hour, head resting on your stomach and his leg thrown over your ankles. you trace along the tattoo on his bicep closest to you, admiring the cohesiveness and line placement while jungkook dozes off, like he often does after sex. he's had a long week so you let him sleep, hair sticking up and mouth open like a toddler, so impossibly cute you can't help combing through his nape. jungkook doesn't often spend the night at yours so this was a rarity, and you had to admit he did look a little out of place in your tiny little room. he was far too big for your bed, one foot already hanging off, clothes and jacket hurled into the corner with only cheap fairy lights to rely on so you don't go tripping over his shoes at the door.

you could draw him like this. jungkook's eyelashes are short and pin-straight, eyebrows angled and distinctive. quick, sharp pencil strokes. he's got the faintest shadow above his top lip from where didn't have time to shave today. you'd use charcoal for his hair, black with a slight wave. a swooping curve for his nose, a more gentle line for his jaw. he looks harmless like this: not at all resembling the boy yoongi described.

"why are you so quiet, noona?" he grumbles into the duvet, eyes still closed. "you should be snoring my ears off by now."

you pout. "i'm too busy wondering how i'm gonna get your river of drool out of my pillow."

he snorts. "throw your sheets in on a fast cycle and voila."

"what fast cycle? i just press every button on the machine until it starts."

he opens his eyes. "you're an animal."

you laugh, tugging on the roots of his hair where your hand is still nestled inside. "how do you know so much about washing machines anyway?"

"my mum worked a lot growing up," jungkook yawns. "hyung did the cooking and i did the laundry."

you freeze. "you have a brother?"

"i swear i told you that," he scoots across your stomach, taking the pillow with him to position it over your hip so he can look at you properly. his eyes look glassy in the lights, lids hooded and hair pushed back. a real dreamboat wrapped in a hello kitty duvet. "two years older, same as jimin."

"no wonder jimin cares about you so much," you keep playing with his hair, watching his eyes droop closed. "he may as well be your brother." jungkook hums in reply, growing more and more drowsy from all the petting. "so...how come your mum worked so much?"

his eyes open to look at you, hesitating. "dad left when we were young. she didn't really have a choice."

"i didn't know that jungkook..." you pause. "that must have been hard."

he rolls to face the ceiling, like he's thinking twice before he answers. "not really. eomma's a badass, there's nothing she can't handle. yeah money and stuff wasn't easy, and it sucked when i was younger and didn't understand why hyung and eomma were so upset after what happened, but it's whatever. the three of us are so good together, you know? i like it like this."

you nod. because you do know. or, did. you wonder now if that's the reason jungkook got involved with yoongi and namjoon in the first place, to help out his family, but even you know some questions are better left unasked. instead, you chip away at jungkook while you can, since you know barely anything about him beyond student life and his friends. who knows when he would be in the mood to open up again. "so what does your brother do?"

"an accountant. for some fancy law firm in the city," he smiles. "hyung is super smart. like you."

you laugh. "you know i didn't finish my first major, right?"

"by choice. not because you weren't capable," he finishes, and to that you have no choice but to shut up. no one had ever put it that way before. "he's super quiet like you too, keeps to himself. gives really good advice. oh my god, and his kimchi pork stew - amazing!" his teeth gleam take up his whole mouth when he smiles, lines creasing around his eyes. "so many times when me and mum would argue, hyung was the reason why we'd stop. guess i got her temper."

you watch him closely. "you argued often?"

"at one point, yeah. not because we didn't like each other or anything, just..." you can see him hesitating again, cheek sucked in from where he chews it while staring up at the ceiling as if the memories are playing back at him on a projector. you keep quiet, let him get there on his own. "mum went through a phase where she dated a lot. felt bad that neither of us had a father figure and all that bullshit. she brought home some real dickheads, some top tier cunts i'm telling you. and i...wasn't exactly nice to them. ever since then i just hate seeing girls be pushed around by assholes, you know? it does something to me, i dunno. here," he lays a hand over his stomach. "i can't just watch. i can't. it's like i'm gonna be sick."

it's hard not to cry listening to him, seeing the lines in his forehead appear along with the crinkle above his nose. it made sense now, what yoongi told you about before. thinking back to the whole escapade with jinyoung in your kitchen, the whole thing hit you differently.

jungkook was exactly the kind of boy your old family would have frowned upon, reckless and thoughtless and emotionally-driven in the face of adversity. absolutely everything you were taught not to be. but you admired him for those very reasons. before you can start crying you sit up, silencing jungkook with a kiss before he can ask you what's wrong. it's firm and deliberate, your hands holding both his cheeks. he's breathless. "you seriously fucking worry me, slick."

"oh?" his eyes stay focused on your lips while he moves to you, positions you underneath him on the foot of the bed, pulling your thighs around his hips so you gasp at the feel of his semi on your soft inner thigh. he dips his head to kiss along your sternum, hand ghosting over your breasts before closing his mouth around your nipple.

"i nev-never know what you're gonna do next," you exhale shakily, arching into him involuntarily at the sensation. jungkook takes the opportunity to rub the pads of his fingers against your cunt, using the remnants of your arousal to help you along. sure enough you accept his fingers greedily, but he takes his time in stretching you out and easing in further, further.

his thumb gently passes over your clit and you shake. "never? not even now?"

you have to forcibly yank his face away from your tits to kiss him, slowly and with passion. his skin grows damp under your hands, muscles rippling under your touch from where he holds himself up on his forearms. he likes feeling the softness of your tummy against his, your thick thighs cushioning him snugly against you. just like always, it's torture having to pull away from you for a brief second to grab a condom, but the familiar chuckle you breathe out to see him speed back into your arms almost makes it worth it. you take the packet from him, about to tear it open before he grabs your hand with a cheeky smile. "in a minute."

before you can question him about it you yelp he tugs you by the hips, sliding up to angle your ass so your knees have no choice but to hook over his shoulders. jungkook's arms wind around the top of your thighs, thick and secure, nails scraping gently through your coarse curls before he pulls your legs apart as wide as they'll go and lowers his mouth onto you. the noise you make is just as embarrassing as always, so loud and uncontrollable, hysterical even. you've gotten used to being jungkook's fourth, fifth and sixth meal of the day but he steals your breath away every time, leaves you squirming and trembling and this instance was no exception. today he was feeling indulgent so he eats you out messily, makes sure he's loud enough for you hear every squelch and slurp. you physically shake when he sucks a gently kiss to your clit, proud of yourself for not screaming. jungkook, however, isn't happy about that and keeps sucking until you do. harder, harder, and then filling you up with his fingers so you have something to clench around when you cum all over him in a rush.

your back is still off the bed when he reaches your eye level again, the family sound of the foil wrapper ripping from the condom packet making you lift your head up to look at him. he's already rolling it down his length when he peer downwards, and even though you only get a glimpse of his blushing head he's sticky and hot with pre-cum. you wiggle in anticipation and jungkook laughs at your cuteness before leaning back down, taking your hands in his for a change. he can see the appeal, interlocking your fingers with his palms against yours and using only his hips as leverage to push into your sopping center, letting you move against him so he's lodged in as deep as he can fit before he starts rocking into you.

your moans are his favourite song, maybe that's why he wants to listen to them all day. he'd like to make you cum again but it's difficult for him once his hips start stuttering uncontrollably, no matter how much he tries to slow his pace. you let go of his hands then to take his face, his eyes closed when he feels you press your smooth lips to his cheekbone; an encouraging kiss. a go on, i want you to kiss. the moan he let's out before giving in is fragile and wispy, nose digging into your neck while he ruts against you to his end. you clench around him harder just to hear jungkook whimper again, pliant and weak in your arms. all of a sudden, out of nowhere you wish you could feel the rush of his cream spilling from you when he pulls out to discard the condom. he nestles back into your breasts afterwards, smelling himself on your skin.

jungkook falls asleep smiling.

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[-lastcall]

have you ever been invited to a tacky-christmas-sweater party? No, but I’m cheesy and would enjoy something like that.

does your school have spirit week..you dress up as super heros and stuff? Yeah, my schools did that.

doesnt it bother you when someone texts you, you reply, & they never reply? Depends on how urgent/pressing the conversation is. <<< Yeah, it may not need an urgent response or one at all.

when is the last time you laughed so hard your stomach hurt? It’s been a very long time.

what is the biggest turn off, to you? Arrogance and cockiness.

is there one saying that is just getting OLD to you? ex: “fail”? I’m sure there is, but I can’t think of one at the moment.

what do you do when you can’t sleep? My nighttime routine consists of scrolling through Tumblr, watching YouTube videos, doing surveys, and listening to ASMR.

when was the last time you had a nightmare? I woke up crying and shaking the other morning.

where do you see yourself in ten years? I don’t knowww.

if you had the chance to re-do the past six months..would you do it? Nooo.

does your family have traditions? Yeah.

have you ever had a horribleee school picture? I never liked my school picture. Well, except for the ones from like preschool to 2nd grade.

what is the most annoying commercial to you? I’ve been basically bedridden and watch a lot of TV, so I see a lot of the same commercials numerous times a day and certain ones stand out and annoy me like this one where there’s this guy driving and singing with his hood ornament thingy. The song goes something like, “you got the brawn, I got the brain. Let’s make lots of money” or something like that.

whose voice will never fail to get on your nerves? Back when that show The Nanny came on I just couldn’t stand to hear Fran Drescher’s voice omg. Sofia Vergara’s voice annoys me, too.

have you ever met anyone half-way famous? I’ve met Jaime Lee Curtis, who is quite famous I’d say.

is there a celebrity that you are related to? (im related to elvis) :) Not that I know of.

do you like your laugh? No.

who was the last person to call you beautiful? I don’t know. I look like trash.

would you call your last relationship a mistake? No.

do you believe in regrets? Yeah, and I have plenty.

where are you going after you die? I pray I go to heaven.

have you ever been asked out over text message? Yes.

have you ever run up your phone bill? No.

pick: apple, or dell. Apple.

what is your outfit of choice? Leggings and a graphic tee.

who was the last person that you talked to on the phone for over 2 hours? I haven’t talked on the phone that long in many, many, many years.

do you sleep on your stomach, side or back? I sleep on my left side.

is it easier to fall up or down the stairs, to you? I don’t/can’t use the stairs.

has it been a while since the last time you got grounded? I’m 31 years old...

would you ever take up a job in photography? No.

what is your pizza topping of choice? Extra sauce and cheese, spinach, cilantro, and garlic.

what food is your weakness? Lately, it’s been ice cream and chips and dip.

do you type with correct punctuation? Yes.

how do you like your eggs? Over-easy, scrambled, hard boiled, deviled.

do you even remember your life before you could drive? I don’t drive.

do you remember your first crush? Yes.

were you born in the place you grew up in? Yes.

someone texts you calling you a skank. what do you reply? Wtf.

would you ever take place in a long-distance relationship? I don’t think so.

what was your childhood nickname? Noodles. lol.

is there a smell that makes you gag? Old food. do you actually use your locker at school, if you are still in school? I never used one.

have you ever broken a bone? Yes. do your parents trust you? Yes.

what is your favorite lyric of all time? I have countless favorite lyrics. do you restart the song when you miss your favorite part? Sometimes.

in your opinion, can you sing well? Nope. I know I can’t sing.

when was the last time you were disappointed? I’ve been continuously disappointed in myself for the past few years and counting.

have you ever visited dictionary.com? Yeah.

who is your best friend? My mom.

do you totally hate your hometown and plan on leaving as soon as possible? My family and I would love to.

what is your hometown known for? Nothing good.

does your bedroom have a theme? Nah, not really.

you open your closet doors, what color do you see the most? Black.

your fingernails are currently painted what color? They’re not painted.

say a random word in another language: Triste.

have you ever read a series of books that had more than 10 books in it? Yeah, I’ve read several. I’m reading the 13th book in one right now.

what is something that alwaysss gets on your nerves? Eating sounds.

you wake up in the middle of the night hungry, do you eat or shrug it off? I always have my nightly bowl of ramen.

are you the black sheep of the family? I feel that way sometimes cause of the stuff I’ve gone and go through. It’s been a lot and I feel un-relatable.

have you ever burnt anything on accident? Yes.

what song always makes you sad? The acoustic version of Everlong by Foo Fighters because of the memory attached to it.

have you ever been to a techno party? No.

does your school have those slutty dance parties every weekend? What...

what time on average do you wake up during the summer? When I wake up varies regardless of the day or time of year.

what time zone do you live in? PST.

what movie can you not waaaaait to see? New Marvel movies, Halloween Kills, and Scream 5 to name a few. is there a tv series you have watched ever since the first season came out? Yeah, a few. who is the most awkward person you know? Myself.

would you date kyle? Who?

do you have a blogger account? This.

when you get married, what do you want your last name to be? I don’t plan on getting married.

have you ever legally changed your name? No.

does your family send out a christmas card every year? No.

do you stare at people’s butts when they walk? No.

do you think it is cute or waaaay annoying when guys sag? I’ve never understood that style.

do you own uggs or do you think they are uggly? bahaha. I’m not a fan.

what smiley do you use most often? :/ or :X

your mom hears you cuss. what does she say? She’d just be surprised cause I never have. I’m 31 years old, though, so it’s not like I can’t. I’m just weird about that.

have you ever been in a wedding? No.

have you ever heard of tim tebow? Yeah.

who have you fantasized about marrying? No one.

i can’t spell correctly worth a flip, can you? I think so.

what word do you say wayyy too much? Probably “um” or “like.”

do you think ‘thats what she said’ is gross or funny? It’s just old now.

do you think running a mile is fun or a punishment? I wouldn’t find anything about that fun.

do you say “FAIL” after everything, like my brother does? No.

have you ever been to a concert? Yeah, a few.

have you been to each coast of America? I’ve been to the west and east coast.

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