#I bought all of the lottery tickets from the shop….. it’s hard when you don’t have any events ces to make farming easier tho

[tariah23]

Helena 🥺…

#I bought all of the lottery tickets from the shop….. it’s hard when you don’t have any events ces to make farming easier tho #even the whales in my support list haven’t mlb the lottery ticket yet/updated their support with the event ces #rambling #it was so hard to even find a lottery ce that wasn’t even mlb…. it’s still early tho #now I just need some drops

[ywpd-translations]

Ride 689: The senpai one year older

Pag 1

3: More, Onoda-kun!!

We have to become stronger

4: We have to raise our pace a little

If we keep going like this

4: We won't catch up to the first years!!

Yes!!

5: Aaaaaaaa

After this...

Pag 2

1: We'll only have our own strength

Pag 3

2: I can see them!!

3: Onoda-san and the others!!

Onii-chan!!

They're getting closer, even though there was a distance of three minutes

4: The bridge that's our finish line is right before our eyes - let's get away, Danchiku

Yeah, Issa

5: Let's switch, Onoda-kun!!

You did a good job...

Pag 4

1: Now, leave it

To us!!

To us!!

2: Don't say the same thing as me, Hotshot

That's my line!! Naruko!!

3: P.... lease.....

Waaa- Onoda.... he fell behind

4: Let's catch the first years!!

That's.... bad, what's with that acceleration!!

Pag 5

2: Ahhh, dammit, even though I though we could manage it today

3: Kakaka, not yet!

Keep practicing, Kabu!!

Ugh...!! It was just an accident today!! It just happened that I had no strength left!!

4: By the way, why did I have to run with the first years, Imaizumi!?

I'm a second year!!

5: Ah... Kawada

6: That's

7: I guess that's because your strength and experience in the club are the same level of the first years?

Ugh.... don't put it so bluntly, you bastard!!

8: You can always get to the second years's side if you work hard and your status goes up

Ugh.... ugh.... dammit, alright I got it

9: Really though.... Hotshot, you're so strict with Kawada

Hahaha serves you right, Kawada!

Really?

I told you to speak politely to me, Kaburagi!!

Pag 6

1: Let's go eat lunch on the rooftop

Alright

Ah

2: Onoda-kun

3: Ah, Kanzaki-san

4: You're helping the teachers?

Yes... that's right, they asked me to take this to the reference room

5: My class, too. Let's go together

Okay

Pag 7

1: Ah, who during today's morning practice?

The second years' side caught up!

2: You sure are great

I fell behind at the end, though

3: It's getting warmer in the mornings, isn't it? Even the warm isn't cold to the touch anymore

4: It's already April after all

It's spring

5: Yeah

6: The school too

7: has become quiet

Pag 8

1: The third years are graduating

Pag 10

3: They're having the graduation ceremony, and the closing ceremony for the current students is in two weeks

Its' a bit lonely

Pag 11

1: Yeah...

3: Koga-san, and Aoyagi-san, and.... Teshima-san

Pag 12

1: They.... graduated

...yeah

3: The time spent with the “senpai a year older than you” is long

4: so, compared to the third year senpai when we were in their first year

Pag 13

1: It's different.... it feels lonely.....

….yeah

Pag 14

3: Teshima-san, Aoyagi-san, Koga-san – the third years really worked hard

Pag 15

1: Catch up, first years

It's a game of tag

Ah, the second years still haven't given up

Use these

I'm the only one who isn't decided

Teshima!!

2: Get through!!

I'm glad

3: Many things happened, but we always ran watching your backs from up close

Pag 16

1: Onoda

2: Onodaa!!

3: Onoda

4: Yes!!

5: Thank you so much!!

Pag 17

1: Now....

2: Onoda, you clean the whiteboard please

Since it's to write things like informations and practice menus

I'll leave it to you

3: Erase.... this....?

Imaizumi-kun?

4: No no no, no way no way no way

5: But

As the captain

I have to harden my heart....

6: No way...!!

No, since this is my job... I have to hold on tight

But... really.... this....

7: Oh, you're early, Onoda-kun!!

Waaaa-!!

8: What are you doing with the whiteboard?

Hahaha, it's nothing

Pag 18

1: When I met Kaburagi at the school shop earlier

He was super excited

Haha, is- is that so?

2: There were really more than five of the special left!!

It's a miracle!! I really might be in luck because it's spring!!

You say so, but you still only bought four of them

3: Maybe he'll buy a lottery ticket and really win

Yeah, Kaburagi-kun really likes that yakisoba bread

4: But he could able to buy the bread just because there aren't third years anymore

Pag 19

1: This morning too, he said something like “it just happened that I had no strenght left, and so I lost”

That's

3: The third years graduated and he's not here anymore, so he he hasn't that power

That guy used to gling to Aoyagi

5: Kaburagi-kun....

He doesn't realize it himself

6: Really...  he's such an idiot....

7: But I miss them too

Perm-senpai!! Silent-senpai!!

8: …. saying that, and there's no one to make fun of

Pag 20

1: They took care of us, we fought, and we even ran together at the Inter High

They gave us so much

2: Naruko-kun

3: I feel like Teshima-san will suddenly appear in the clubroom saying something like “I'm between exams”

7: But that's not gonna happen!!

'cause he graduated!!

8: And I want to thank them, and return the favour

9: But I can't do that.... now

But don't worry, I told you already, Onoda-kun

Pag 21

1: The favours with received from our senpai

we'll return them to our kouhai!!

4: It's almost spring break...

and after that we'll already be

Pag 22

1: Third years!!

3: “Third year”....!!

Pag 23

2: Yes!!

That's right!!

#yowamushi pedal #yowapeda #yowamushi pedal spoilers #yowamushi pedal manga #yowapeda manga #yowamushi pedal translations #ride 689 #i hope you have tissues with you when you read this chapter :) #im. SUFFERING. #IVE BEEN CRYING OVER THIS SINCE YESTERDAY I CANT I WASNT EXPECTING THIS WEEK'S CHAPTER TO KILL ME #WTF WATANABE #where do i even start ;A; #first:everyone is crying over the third years graduating AND SO AM I GIVE THEM BACK TO MEI NEED THEM #THEY HAVE GRUADUATED THIS CHAPTER AND I ALREADY MISS THEM MORE THAN ANYTHING #GIVE ME MY JUNTA BACK WATANABE I CANT LIVE WITHOUT HIM ;a; #Naruko's speech at then end hit me SO HARD #out of everyone i wasNOT expecting NARUKO OF ALL PEOPLE TO BE SO EMOTIONAL #i mean i knew everyone would be emotional but for NARUKO to make such a speech???? I WANT TO THANK THEM AND REPAY THEM #I KEEP EXPECTING TESHIMA-SAN TO JUST COME INTO THE CLUBROOM #BUT THAT'S NOT GONNA HAPPEN BC THEYVE GRADUATED!!! #WELL GUESS IM CRYING ALRIGHT #also also ALSO #what he says about kabuuuuuuu #please i cant i love kabu and his relationship with aoyagi SO MUCH and knowing that kabu is suffering bc aoyagi graduated #BUT HE DOESNT EVEN REALIZE IT #its killing me really i cant i cant i cant #the fond way naruko talks about him too ;A; bc he KNOWS HE KNOWS WHAT KABU IS GOING THROUGH #BC HE LITERALLY WENT THROUGH IT TOO LAST YEAR WHEN TADOKORO GRADUATED #pleaaaaaseeeee the fact that its canon canon that kabu used to cling to aoyagi ;A; #yes i ship them SUE ME

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THORST COLLAB: Bakugou - Starving till I tasted you

A/N: First: IF YOU’RE UNDER 18, BEGONE FROM MY BLOG SINCE I WRITE MATURE CONTENT!! This one has been sitting in my documents for almost 2 months now. This week inspiration finally struck me once again tho!

This fic is actually a Thorst Collab between my lovely friends & I on Discord. I’m the first one to post mine, so I can’t wait to see what the others will write!

Now.

STRAP ON YOUR SEATBELTS CAUSE THIS MOTHERF!@#$%CKER IS 4.2K+ WORDS LONG

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If someone told you a year ago that you would have enough money to pay off your student debt, buy your dream apartment, help out your family and friends, move abroad and drive in a ’67 Chevrolet Impala, you would’ve died laughing at the joke.

You told yourself it was stupid, buying that lottery ticket. But here you are; $100.000.000,- on your bank account. A young and now rich Omega in her prime. After making sure you had spend part of it wisely, you made sure to live the rest of your life on interest alone.

The first month had been nice. Decorating your new place, going out for dinner every day, getting a new wardrobe, spoiling yourself silly. You got new nesting materials, softer blankets and bigger pillows. It felt nice. Until it didn’t anymore. It started to feel pointless and empty. You felt like you were becoming one of those people that flaunt their money and that isn’t the type of Omega you are.

So here you are. Sitting in your peach colored dress and a numbered paddle in your hand. Tonight, you attend a charity auction. The charity was a rehabilitation program for criminals who want to get back on the right path.

The auction items aren’t exactly… items. They’re Pro Heroes. People could bid on having a date with some of the most desirable Pro Heroes, Alphas, Betas, Omegas, all of them. Even No. 1 hero Deku and No. 4 hero Red Riot are up for auction, both being Omegas.

One of the last dates are being auctioned and you realize you have been zoning out. Not having bid anything yet, you put up your paddle.

“Going once, going twice… SOLD TO NUMBER 917 FOR TONIGHT’S HIGHEST BID OF $300.000,-! A date with explosion pro hero Ground Zero!”

Oh lord. Yes! You got- wait… You got actually got it? You won a date with Pro Hero Ground Zero. Wasn’t he the one with the explosion quirk? Impressive power and always capturing the villains. What separates him from Deku is his social skills. Or lack thereof, to be more precise. Ground Zero isn’t really the type of hero to stick around the people he saved to see if they’re okay.

On top of all that he’s also an Alpha. Highly sought out by Omegas who want a pup, but not the Alpha. His genes are what people want, not the man himself. His personality also making it harder for people to approach him. And you just won a date with the most desired and aggressive Pro Hero Alpha there is.

“Oi!”

The voice behind you pulled you from your thoughts. The subtle scent of caramelized candy apples caught your attention. You turn around and find a handsome Alpha standing there. Arms crossed, cardinal red eyes watching you and his lips in an almost angry looking pout. This is the man you just bought yourself a date with.

“H-hi!” you manage to stammer out.

With a huff, he places a card on your table. You pick it up and see that it’s a business card from Ground Zero’s agency. At the bottom, writing in sleek handwriting, is a phone number. You look back up at him, ready to ask him why he gave this to you. But he’s already turning around and heading for the exit.

“Just contact me when you wanna plan that date things.”

And just like that, you had Ground Zero’s personal phone number.

 ~ A few days later ~

 You’re sitting at a small booth, sipping on your matcha latte. You were a half hour too early, so you decided it wouldn’t hurt to go ahead and order a drink before Bakugou would arrive. In his very first text he made it clear to call him ‘Bakugou’ and not by his hero name. He said that it would feel too much like an interview otherwise. In return you told him to just call you ‘Y/N’.

After some back and forth texting the last couple of days, you two agreed to meet up at a local coffee shop. Not a lot of people know about this shop. It’s small and the interior looks more like cozy living room than a flashy coffee shop. It was your favorite place to sit down and enjoy a cup of coffee, tea or like right now, matcha latte.

Neither of you had any set plans for the rest of the day. Just kind of going with the flow seemed like the way to go. This would give you the freedom to hopefully have a quiet ‘date’. But you can’t really know that for sure when the person you’re on a date with is a Pro Hero.

The sound of the bell above the front door rings. You look up and see him walk in. Sitting all the way in the back, you can’t even smell him scent. Weren’t Alpha’s supposed to have very strong scents? Maybe he’s on suppressants?

He scans the shop, probably looking for you. His eyes land on you. He walks over and sits across from you. He leans back against the chair and swings his right arm over the arm rest while the left one is resting on the table. His eyes trail down from your face to the drink in your hands.

“I see you couldn’t wait for me to arrive,” he gruffly says.

“Uh-uhm, yeah. Sorry, I was super early. I hope you don’t mind.”

The silence that spreads between you two makes your Omega feel uncomfortable. Something doesn’t feel right and you’re starting to think that the Alpha in front of you truly doesn’t want to do any of this. So, to make it a little more bearable for yourself, you pump out a small amount of calming pheromones. Just to take the edge of this meeting.

Bakugou keeps looking at you. Until he finally picks up the menu card and says: “It’s fine. It’s your day, after all.”

He was right, you figured. But you still wanted him to have a pleasant time today too.

And so the day continues. The conversation isn’t very lengthy or deep. You discuss basic things like work, hobbies, favorite food. After a while the conversation kind of dies down. You suggest you two head out and into town. The man in front of you doesn’t seem overly thrilled about it, but still agrees.

When you go up to the front to pay, you hear him quickly walking up to you. He pulls your arm back. Surprised, you let out a small sound of shock and look up at him. A confused look is on his face and he pulls his hand away from you.

“The heck are you trying to do?”

Confused, you say: “Uh, paying?”

“I see that, but why? Omegas don’t pay when they’re with Alphas.”

Wow. At first you didn’t know how to respond to this remark. True, Omegas usually aren’t the ones paying on dates. In the past an Alpha would go out and hunt for their Omega. Since the hunting days are over and many Omegas work nowadays, treating them on dates are a way to show the Omega they can provide for them.

“Well,” you say as you hand over the money to the Beta barista behind the counter and thank him, “I don’t know about other Omegas, but I’m perfectly capable of paying for drinks too. I can provide just as well as any Alpha.”

You two walk outside and turn left to head into town. You’ve been meaning to go to the bookstore and hopefully find some new reading material. Two birds, one stone, right?

“Tsk, should’ve known a rich Omega like you doesn’t like to be told what to do,” Bakugou mumbles to himself.

You stop in your tracks. What? Was that really what he thought of you? A rich and snobby Omega?

Realizing you’re not walking beside him anymore, Bakugou turns around. Your head is bowed in shame. Normally your scent smells like peaches and hazelnuts, but now it turns into that of rotten fruit. You feel called out. For winning the lottery, for treating this Alpha to some drinks, for basically buying yourself a date with someone who clearly wishes to be anywhere else but here.

Your voice shakes, but you gather all your courage. “I’ll admit I was given a lot more financial freedom recently. And yes, I don’t like being told what to do. I believe everyone should be treated equally, regardless of their second gender. But I have never in my life asked for something. I was taught to work hard, to help people and to help and reward the people that help you.”

You pick up your head and look him straight in the eyes, politely smile and say: “I’m sorry you had to do this. This isn’t really how you planned your day would go. You can go, if you want to.”

As you pass him, determent to still go to the bookstore, you feel a weight being lifted from your heart. It really is unfair to the Alpha to make him go on a date with someone he doesn’t like. Deep down inside your Omega whines sadly. She recognized a good and safe provider in the Alpha, one who isn’t driven by hormones to just get an Omega pregnant. One who isn’t controlled their Alpha status. Too bad his Alpha isn’t interested in the Omega.

“Fuck, crap- wait! Shit!”

The cursing Alpha quickly catches up to you. He stops in front of you, holding up his hands to halt you. “Okay, fuck-just… let me explain.”

You cross your arms at him and wait for him to continue.

“Okay, so… Listen, I’ve been a real dick to you. Not just today, but basically since that charity event when I gave you my card. It was wrong of me assume anything about you. Shit Y/N, you’ve been nothing but nice to me. You don’t mind carrying the cost of a date, you’re not flaunting it around town that you’re spending time with a Pro Hero, you put up with my shitty responses and that isn’t how you should be treated. Or anyone for that matter! You deserve a proper date. So just, maybe I can make it up to you?”

By the end of his apology, Bakugou practically gives you angry puppy eyes in an attempt to ask for forgiveness. He reminds you of an angry Pomeranian. Smiling, you tell him that you forgive him. This day is supposed to be a fun one.

“But! You’ll have to carry the books I’ll buy as a punishment. And just so you know, I always come out with two shopping bags,” you tell him.

Bakugou just grins. “Fine. They’ll probably weigh nothing for me.”

Something in the air changes. A little sniff of your nose helps you identify the change. The scent coming from the Alpha next to you is slightly peaked. You heard that when an Alpha is preening their scents get stronger. You hardly think that’s the reason. Maybe it’s just because he’s in better mood now. Whatever the reason, you find yourself agreeing with your Omega; it’s a very nice scent.

 ~ An hour and a half later ~

 “I’ve never met someone who spends over an hour inside a bookstore!”

“I told you when we came in that it could take a while,” you reply to Bakugou’s complaints.

“You do this with nesting stuff too? You know, blankets and shit,” he asks.

In both his hands, Bakugou is carrying a bag containing close to twenty books you can add to your bookcases back at home. Even underneath the sleeves of his hoodie you can see the muscles of his arms. He’s not as bulky as Pro Heroes Deku and Red Riot, but those muscles are pretty impressive. You bet your money that those thighs could squish a watermelon. You can practically feel the water filling your Omega’s mouth. She wants nothing more than to chomp down on those delicious shoulders. And honestly, you wouldn’t mind that either.

You remember you were asked a question. “I do. How else am I gonna know I made the right choice? All of those blankets and shit, as you put it, go in my nest. I’m at my best with a perfect nest.” A confident smile forms on your face and from the corner of your eye you can see Bakugou looking at you. A small smirk creeps up on his face.

While enjoying our little banter, you both failed to notice the Alpha towards the two of you. Until he opened his mouth. “I bet I can make your nest even better, little Omega.”

The other guy stops right in front of you, completely ignoring the Alpha next to you. You’re shocked and take a step back to create some distance between you again. But the guy doesn’t let up and steps closer again.

“No, now get lost,” you firmly say. This wasn’t the first Alpha-asshole you encountered.

“Awh, why the sour face, baby? Bet I’ll be more fun than the hedgehog here.”

“Oi, asshole! She said to get lost.” The smells of pheromones of two Alphas are dominating the air. The strongest one being the creepy guy, Bakugou’s not so much. You honestly confused on that point. With an Alpha as desirable as Bakugou, you truly expected a stronger scent.

You can’t help but release your own distressed scent. The tension is getting to you. Even other people noticed and are stopping to see how this plays out.

The creep briefly looks at Bakugou before returning his attention on you. “Come on, baby. Ditch this  guy and then you and I can have our fun. What do you say?”

He extends his hand to put it on our waist and before you know it, you slap his hand away and punch him in the face. He stumbles back while cupping his now bleeding nose. Screaming in pain and shouting names at you. He’s beyond pissed; punched by a fucking Omega!

The adrenaline is pumping through you and every instinct in your body is telling you to run. Hide. Find an Alpha to protect you. You’re frozen on the spot. Your mind shutting down.

That’s when you feel a hand tugging you away. Your Omega recognizes the person this scent belongs to. Caramel candy apples. Bakugou.

You don’t know where he’s taking you. Your mind still processing things. All you know is to follow. ‘Cause he’ll lead to safety. Alphas keep Omegas safe. Follow. Safety. Alpha.

By the time you get to take in your surroundings, you realize you’re in an office. An office? What are you doing here? You look around and see a wooden desk with a black leather chair. A small bookcase, a closet and a couch with coffee table. A puffy black rug is covering the wooden floor, complimenting the one black wall behind you. The other walls are a tinted orange color.

The scent hanging in this office is… comforting. Soothing. Safe. You’re safe in here.

You’re seated on the couch. Wrapped in something soft. A blanket. A big, fluffy and soft blanket. The scent is even stronger on the blanket. You slowly inhale, imprinting this delicious mix of sweetness. After a couple seconds you finally notice the man next to you. Bakugou grins as he sees your focus shifting to him.

“I take it the blanket is approved,” he jokes.

You slowly nod. This small little cocoon makes you feel less vulnerable. Just like the presence of Bakugou next to you. It feels right. “Where are we?”

“Oh yeah, fuck. We’re at my agency. This is my office.”

You’re confused. “Your office? Why? I’m sorry, I kind of… froze. Can you tell me what happened afterwards?”

The smile that spreads on his face makes you feel funny inside. “What happened?! Y/N, you punched that fucker right in his fucking face! Shithead had it coming, tho. You just beat me to it. Omega or not, you know how to fight.”

You two look at each other and burst out laughing as you think back to that glorious moment. The creep definitely didn’t see your punch coming. It feels good to know the man next to you thinks you’re a decent fighter. He seems to actually be enjoying your company. Maybe he’s one of those people that are careful with who they get comfortable with. It feels good to know he feels like he can relax a bit more around you now.

You jokingly nudge him and say: “I bet I can even take you on, you big grump.”

“Oh yeah?” His eyebrow is raised, grinning with his canines on display. “Prove it then.”

Knowing a challenge when you see one, you keep your eyes fixed on his cardinal ones and slowly lean in closer. Baring your neck to the side in submission to lure in his Alpha. Your Omega is very pleased by the motion. Just as he moves to lean in too, you throw the blanket in his face, grab his neck and shove him down on the ground. Stradling him and jabbing your elbow into his side, pressing your nails into the skin of his neck.

Smiling down at the man below you; “How’s that, Alpha?”

A short lived victory as he snarls and the two of you roll over, with Bakugou keeping you pinned underneath his weight. He may not look like it, but this man weighs a ton!

“If you’re trying to be a worthy opponent, why not call me by my first name? It’s ‘Katsuki’,” he breathes heavily atop of you.

Next to your ear you hear a low grumbling sound. Still seeing this as a playfight you laugh and reach back. Your fingers finding pressure points in his neck, making him let go of you. This gives you the chance to overpower him again and straddle him once more while holding his wrists above his head.

Victorious once again, you look down. Growling and teeth bared, the air around you growing thick. The smell surrounding you hits you like thunder. The caramelized candy apple scent overwhelming your senses. Your eyes travel down to his neck and see something you failed to notice before; gland patches. Patches to block someone’s scent from becoming too noticeable. That’s why the other Alpha smelled so much stronger. But now, now you’re drowning in it. You can pick up on rage, possessiveness and… arousal. As much as he’s growling and snarling at you, you know that he’s enjoying this too.

Chuckling at you, he cranes his neck. His face now closer to you than a moment ago. “I’m pretty sure I just got my ass handed by the most perfect Omega.” His words push through the alarm bells his instincts are sending off. His Alpha is not pleased about being pinned down. But as it takes in the Omega’s scent of peaches and hazelnuts, it can’t help but lie down and surrender itself to this tasty smelling Omega. An Omega that can fight back. An Omega that can hold him close. An Omega worthy of carrying his pups.

His Omega.

Before either can properly get out any words Bakugou has wrestled his hands free and grabs a hold of your hips while your hands pull his face closer and seal the distance between your lips. The taste of sugar coated apples is even stronger on his lips and you can’t get enough of it.

His fingers press deeply in your skin, kneading the flesh. His hips pushing upwards while holding you in place. The low rumbling sound in the back of his throat being accompanied by your mewling. You wanted more of him, your Omega needed more.

The Alpha makes his displeasure heard. You both part to breathe in fresh air. His lidded eyes are on fire and following every movement you make. Your hands slip down to his collarbones and settle on his shoulders. The path of your hands make Bakugou throw back his head. His body is pressing into yours desperately, like he has no control over it anymore. His growling increases in volume.

Through gritted teeth he manages to speak to you. “Fuck, Omega. What are you doing to me?”

Taking a leap of faith, you answer: “I don’t know. All I know right now is that I need capable Alpha to take care of me. Are you that Alpha, Katsuki?”

Before you can even blink, you’re being rolled over again. This time you’ll let him have his way. His hands are sliding their way up to your chest, grabbing the front of your shirt and tearing it apart. You try to protest, but you’re stopped by the warning growl of his Alpha. You lay back down and occupy yourself with running your fingers through his hair. Your gently massage making the Alpha let out a content sound.

Entranced by the man above you, you hardly even notice his onslaught on your clothes. And his own clothes. Getting those replaced will be a worry for later, your Omega decide. All you need to focus on right now is Katsuki. You want this Alpha to mate you and it needs to happen right now, or else your Omega just might perish on the spot.

That’s when you feel it. The hard and heavy feeling of his cock rutting itself against your core. Your body can’t help but react to it and release a good amount of slick. Katsuki’s mouth nipping along your collarbones as your bare you neck in submission. You feel his fangs graze your scent glands and you start to whimper desperately.

“Fuck, Y/N. Keep making those pretty noises,” Katsuki says.

“Yes, Alpha, yes. Just-ah shit! Just fuck me already!” you loudly exclaim.

Now who is Katsuki to deny such a nice plea from such a good Omega?

Wasting no time, he slides himself inside. The stretch making you cry out for more, deeper, more, anything he can give you. You just know you need more. Barely able to hold himself back from ramming himself inside and fucking you like you’re in a heat, he takes his time for your to fully take him in. A sigh of satisfaction leaves you both when he finally does.

Your legs wrap around his waist and try to pull him deeper in. Your fingers curl around his spikey locks and tug harshly to get him moving. Grunting, Katsuki finally complies. Being buried inside you sends him into over-drive. You feel too damn good around him. He feels too good inside you as he sets in a brutal rhythm. You’re pretty sure no other man could ever make you feel this good. No other Alpha could ever please your Omega ever again. Feeling his body slam into yours like his life depends on it is possibly the best feeling in the world. Your lungs are sending out a mix of his name, pleas for more, for him to go faster.

Katsuki can’t help it, he can’t stop himself anymore. He need to do this, he needs you, his Alpha needs to mate your Omega. Give her everything she wants and all that she’ll take. Only the best for his Omega, he will be worthy of giving her pups.

You can feel the base of his cock starting to inflate. His knot. His knot is growing. As soon as you notice, you start to claw at his back. A need filling you till the point you’re almost bursting.

“Alpha! Knot, please- Alpha, knot me- I need- Need your knot, Alpha!” you scream in desperation.

He wants to. Oh, he wants to so badly. But in the back of his mind there’s one braincell left that tells him that now is not the time nor the place. His Omega deserves better.

“You deserve better than to be knotted in my office, Y/N,” he moans, “please give me a chance to give you something better one day. I’ll be the best fucking Alpha there is!”

You love the sound of that. Something better. Somewhere in the future. A future with Katsuki. “Yes, Kastuki! Only you, you’re the only Alpha, please, I’m so cl-“

The moment he sinks his teeth into the flesh just above your collarbone, you’re send into a world of blinding lights and exploding fire. His name keeps falling from your lips. The waves of fire keep pulsing through your body.

The tight grip around him becomes too much for Katsuki. He needs to pull out or else he’ll knot you for sure. When he you keep chanting his name, he pulls out and covers you in thick, long, white streams of his cum. Covering you in his seed, marking you as his in an obscene, but beautiful way.

“Look at you, perfectly covered in my cum,” he pants.

You preen at the compliment. A content scent is released. The smell of a happily fucked Omega. Katsuki could get addicted to this smell.

With the shredded pieces of clothing he cleans you up. He pulls the blanket you discarded earlier over you both as he lies down next to you. Your tired and warm body cuddles closer to him. He drinks in your scent a you purr softly.

“What did you have the blanket for in your office?” you ask with a yawn.

Katsuki looks down at your half-asleep face. A smile forms on his lips as he gently kisses the top of your head.

“I kept it for my future mate.”

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[chiaki-translation]

SSR Taichi [MANKAI Glitter]: Backstage Translation

I made it in time, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TAICHI~!!!

I actually can’t think of anything now cause I’m having a very bad headache, but I finally finished my mid-term. That aside, of course I’m going to do this for Taichi’s birthday~

I actually have a very mixed feeling because I have the tendency to not pair my favourite character with anyone, but it’s funny so...

Anyway, translation’s under the cut as per usual~ 

Disclaimer:

A3! is owned by Liber’s Entertainment

To LIBRA: Taichi

Taichi:

We really bought a lot at the bargain~!

Omi:

Thanks to that we got a lot of lottery tickets too.

Taichi:

Let’s go and try it immediately!

<Short Time Skip>

Taichi:

Hmm, the tent is… Ah, there it is! It’s over there.

Omi:

Hee, so the first prize is an Onsen trip.

Taichi:

I usually only won the lower grade prizes from this kind of lottery~.

Let me get the 4th prize at least…!

Omi:

Taichi, you’re being veryrealistic.

Go ahead, you can try it first.

Taichi:

Alright! I’m depending on you, my lottery luck!

Store Clerk:

…Congratulations!

Taichi:

Eh!?

Omi:

Don’t tell me…

<Shifts to Dorm>

Banri:

A meal ticket for a high-class skewer restaurant?

Taichi:

Yep! I didn’t expect to actually win the second prize!

If it’s like this, I’m actually glad that I missed the grand prize~!

Juza:

Hee, that’s great.

Taichi:

So… I have something to ask from everyone!

It’s going to be my birthday soon right!?

That’s why, I want to go eat the skewers together with everyone from Autumn Troupe and Director-sensei!

Azami:

It’s your birthday though, is it fine to use the meal ticket you won yourself?

Taichi:

It’s fine, I want to go with everyone!

In exchange… I have something I want to do!

<Shifts to Restaurant>

Director:

Woah, what a wonderful place.

Omi:

I don’t come to this kind of place often, it’s a bit hard to settle down.

Juza:

And it’s a private room as well…

Banri:

The price in this shop are wildly different too.

Director:

I know that we’re using a meal ticket to come here, but I wonder if it’s going to be okay…

Sakyo:

… Well, we just have to go out by the allocated timing.

Azami:

For damned Sakyo to say that kind of thing, is it going to rain spears here?

Sakyo:

If you don’t like it, don’t eat.

Director:

Then, what do you want to do, Taichi-kun?

Taichi:

Listen to me!

What I want to do is… This!

Azami:

A sketchbook and a pen…?

Banri:

What’s that.

Taichi:

Nanao Taichi presents!

‘Guess what I want to eat’ game!

Juza:

‘Guess what you want to eat’ game…?

Taichi:

It’s a program that I saw in a movie website recently!

It looks fun, so I want to try it too.

Director:

Hee, that sounds fun!

Omi:

I thought you were going to bring out the ‘Hello Celestial Sphere’ for sure.

Azami:

Ah, that thing that’s supposed to grant  your wish if you wish upon it during your birthday month.

Taichi:

For that, I’ll make sure to use it later!

Anyway, if you don’t get it right, you won’t be able to eat that dish~

It’s not often that we go for high-class skewers, so do your best!

Banri:

That’s easy.

Everyone knows Taichi’s preference right.

Juza:

I’ll definitely get it right.

Director:

(Everyone is surprisingly enthusiastic.

To like a competition like this, it really sounds like the usual Autumn Troupe.)

<End of Part 1>

Taichi:

Then, first of all, I think I’m going to choose a menu from the recommended items!

Hmm… Alright, I’ve decided!

Director:

Taichi-kun, you’re done writing it down?

Taichi:

Yep! Is everyone ready with your prediction?

Juza:

Yeah.

Omi:

Then, we should all say our prediction together.

Azami:

Banri-san, please make the call.

Banri:

Why am I the one starting it off.

Sakyo:

Do something leader-like once in a while.

Banri:

… I guess I have no choice.

Then, let’s go. Ready…

Azami:

Beef tenderloin.

Juza:

Beef tenderloin.

Omi:

Beef tenderloin it is.

Banri:

Beef tenderloin right.

Sakyo:

Beef tenderloin.

Director:

Beef tenderloin maybe?

Taichi:

Eh!? Everyone’s guessing beef tenderloin!?

Azami:

I thought you’ll write down your favourite.

Omi:

The display picture is the largest too.

Juza:

It can only be this right.

Taichi:

Really!

Sakyo:

So, what did you write?

Taichi:

What I want to eat is… Wiener skewer!

Banri:

Huh?

Juza:

That’s a lie…

Azami:

What’s with this flow of event…

Taichi:

As I thought, when I’m hungry, I don’t want to start from my favourite!

Anyway, look, it’s written here that the wiener skewer is really recommended too!

Omi:

You’re right, it’s listed there if you look closely.

Director:

I didn’t realize at all…!

Sakyo:

On contrary, you actually managed to spot this kind of thing.

Taichi:

Anyway, I’ll be the only one getting the Wiener skewer then~

Excuse me, waiter!

Banri:

Damn it…

Azami:

It’s so frustrating to not be able to eat it.

<Short Time Skip>

Taichi:

Ah, I’m so full!

Sakyo:

…

Banri:

In the end, did you manage to eat anything, Sakyo-san?

Azami:

But anyway, Gingko skewer is not even something that Taichi-san can eat.

Juza:

… It’s bitter.

Sakyo:

Tch…

Taichi:

To follow up with this, I think we can move on to the next plan!

…Tadaah! ‘Hello Celestial Sphere’~!

Banri:

It’s here.

Juza:

It finally makes an appearance.

Omi:

It’s the ‘Celestial Sphere’ that will grant your wish right.

Taichi:

Yep!

It’s finally my turn to use it, I’m really looking forward to this~

Sakyo:

It’s still as dubious as usual though…

Azami:

Then, what is Taichi-san’s wish?

Taichi:

About that… I only have one wish, I want  to be popular with the ladies!

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Choice 1: That sounds like Taichi-kun

Director:

That sounds like Taichi-kun.

Taichi:

Today’s dinner, will double up as my date preparation too!

One day, when I’m older, I want to bring a girl to this kind of place…!

Banri:

So you brought us along to help you practice your date huh.

Director:

Well, at least we could eat delicious skewers because of that.

Sakyo:

You’re really the same as usual.

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Choice 2: You sure have a great motivation to be popular…!

Director:

You sure have a great motivation to be popular…!

Taichi:

I’ll spare no effort for that sake!

Sakyo:

I wish you would have used that effort elsewhere too though.

Director:

But, I guess that’s one good thing about Taichi-kun.

Taichi:

As expected of Director-sensei, you understand!

]

] 

Taichi:

Hello, the stars of Libra…

This time, I want to be popular with the ladies!

<End of Part 2>

Taichi:

(Yesterday was fun. The skewers were pretty delicious too!

Speaking of which, I wonder if my wish on ‘Hello Celestial Sphere’ will really be granted…)

Director:

Ah, Taichi-kun, good morning.

Taichi:

Oh, good morning!

Director:

I’m still preparing breakfast, so please wait a bit, okay.

Taichi:

(Director-sensei’s the same as usual…

Yeah, as I thought, it’s not going to simply come true after all~)

Director:

Oh yeah, just now, Banbi-chan was looking for you, Taichi-kun.

Taichi:

…Banbi-chan?

Director:

Yeah, make sure to find her later, okay.

Taichi:

Kay…

<Shifts to Courtyard>

Taichi:

(I wonder who this Banbi-chan is… Hmm, I feel that I’ve heard of that name before somewhere…)

Banri:

Ah! Taichi, so you’re here~

Taichi:

Ban-chan?

Banri:

Silly you, I thought I asked you to call me Banbi~

Taichi:

Ba, Banbi…?

No no no no, why!?

Banri:

Huh? Why, it’s the same as usual ya know~

Taichi:

But, that way of speaking…

Banri:

Banbi’s always like this though?

Like, what happened to you Taichi~?

Taichi:

(Wh, what’s happening over here!?)

Banri:

Anyway, you promised to go shopping with Banbi today!

Do you like, forget?

Taichi:

Eh, ah, really?

Banri:

Uhh, forgetting a promise with Banbi is so cruel~

Juza:

… Hold it right there.

Taichi:

Juza-san…?

(Eh? Juza-san too, somehow the atmosphere is…)

Don’t tell me…

Juza:

You promised me first… teehee.

Taichi:

(As I thought! Juza-san’s becoming weird too~!)

Banri:

Huh? Juko, you’re being too cheeky here.

Juza:

Banbi too, don’t interrupt me like that…  totally.

Taichi:

(Eh? Perhaps, these 2 are actually competing over me?

Do, don’t tell me… Is this the power of the ‘Celestial Sphere’…!?

It’s true that I said that I wanted to be popular with the ladies, but it’s totally different from what I imagined~!)

Banri:

The one who likes Taichi more is me!

Juza:

That can’t be true. It’s me, obviously.

Banri:

Then, let’s just ask Taichi directly.

Hey hey, Taichi, of course you prefer Banbi right?

Juza:

It’s obviously me, isn’t it?

Taichi:

Awawawawawa… You’re going to tear my arms!

Omi:

Wait a minute, what are you doing to MY Taichi!

Sakyo:

Huh, he’s not yours, he’s MINE!

Azami:

Dahell, I’m not handing him over!

Taichi:

AHHH… What’s actually happening here~!

<Time Skip>

Taichi:

Sigh… Yesterday was something.

(I was dragged around by the Autumn troupe members for the whole day…

I’m really tired…

What should I do if everyone’s still behaving weirdly…)

<Shifts to Washroom>

Banri:

…

Taichi:

(Ah! It’s too early for an encounter with Ban-chan…!

But, I won’t know if I don’t try.

Alright, I’m ready…!)

Taichi:

Eh, Ba, Ban-chan…?

Banri:

Ah, isn’t it Taichi, morning.

Taichi:

…!

Ban-chan’s back to normal…!

I’m glad!

Banri:

Eh, don’t suddenly hug me like that!

The wax will get to you!

Juza:

… What are you guys doing.

Taichi:

Juza-san too! I’m glad~!

Juza:

Ye, yeah?

Banri:

What’s happening there...

Taichi:

I will never think of having fun and getting popular again~!

<End of Part 3>

#a3! #a3! act! addict! actors! #a3! translation #nanao taichi #a3! backstage

[qdtapologiesaccepted]

Sorry not Sorry

Inspired by V - playwright, performer, feminist, and activist, best known for The Vagina Monologues and The Apology.

‘Ok I’m sorry’

‘What?’ ‘I said

‘I’m sorry alright’

‘Who is this?’

‘It’s me’

‘Me…?’

‘Mike, Pater, Dad.…who else would it be? Don’t you recognise my voice?

‘Yes I do but you…I mean you are… ’

‘Dead? Yes I’m aware of that thank you.’

‘So you’re speaking from…’

‘I don’t have time to explain. I’m here to apologise and that’s it’

‘Ok…what do you…I mean… what are you sorry for exactly?’

‘I was afraid you would ask that. Can’t I just give you a blanket apology and you can apply that to any appropriate situations?’

‘I mean… no, I definitely need you to be more specific’

‘I’m sorry for the things you think I did wrong’

‘The things I think you did wrong? Okay like what?

‘Like being a bad father blah blah blah because I didn’t talk about my feelings blah blah blah because I was wasn’t around when you needed me blah blah blah’

‘I’ve got to say this doesn’t sound very sincere – is somebody making you do this? Is this some kind of after-life test you have to do in order to get closer to the cheese and biscuits?’

‘No I’m an atheist I didn’t believe in that shit – and I was right too.’

‘So what is… where you are?

‘No questions’

‘OK… So let me get this right, you are sorry because you were poor primary care giver, you lacked interest in parenting and failed to step up as any kind of role model. You could not bear any type of vulnerability in us and your own vulnerability made you feeble and selfish. You refused to make any concessions or changes in your life when you had children and you were only interested in us when it suited you.’

‘If you say so, but I don’t think all of that is fair. We spent time together.’

‘When we had to because I was a child and you were the only adult available.’

‘We went out to town, swimming and to parks’

‘Yes I remember falling in the pond in the centre of town and the drips from my clothes forming rivers on the top deck of the bus. I remember cutting my knees in a park so badly I still have scars and you taking me to east fish and chips while I was still crying. I remember going swimming with your creepy friends and being told I was too loud, too fat, that I was showing off and it was no wonder I didn’t have any friends’

‘I bought you toys, we were always in the toy shop’

‘Oh yes the toys and then the 20 pound notes left on my bedside table while I was asleep and then later the random deposits made in my account with no warning. The guilt money, the money that said you can’t be angry with me anymore and we don’t have to discuss this any further. That money was a form of apology I suppose…am I to expect a large and unexpected windfall after this conversation? Should I buy a lottery ticket?’

‘I’m not God for fucks sake.’

‘No but your fear, anger and hatred did feel omnipotent and suffocating when I was a young girl struggling to develop my own ideas, thoughts and expectations. You resented us for being imperfect, for being human and for having complex needs and desires. You hated it when we reflected back to you the weaknesses we learnt from you, you are not God but you created us in your image and then hated us for reminding you of your own failings.’

‘You always expected too much, you still do. I had a hard life too you know. No father, outcast at school, married young, lost my child…’

‘And I am the one that carries that grief and fear and anger now. You didn’t try hard enough. Sometimes it felt like you didn’t try at all.’

‘Are you finished?’

‘No… You were lazy and angry, weak and scared and I am a better parent, partner, friend and human than you ever were, in spite of you. There I’m done for now.’

‘I hope this is easier with the other one’

‘Oh…you are speaking to other people, other children?’

‘This isn’t just about you, you know. You’ve always been so self-obsessed.’

‘I wonder where I got that from?’  ‘And what about the child that died?  What about him?’

‘He’s lost and gone we don’t talk about him’

‘Right he’s not…with you?

‘I can’t stand your pedestrian ideas about death – do you think I’m in some black hole sized room with every person who’s ever died and I just happen to bump into people I know?’

‘I don’t know….it’s not something I’ve ever really given much thought to’

‘You will’

‘So will I hear from you again? It is a three wishes type scenario where you get a few chances or more like prison…perhaps you should have called a lawyer instead.’

‘I said no further questions’

‘Sure thing old man’

[lovemesomesurveys]

Do you have any tan lines? Nope. Have you ever wished you could stop time? Yes. I’ve also wished I could speed it up. Is there any pictures on the wall you're in? Yeah, there’s several. Who was the last person who called you? My mom. Did you make any money today? No.

Have you ever fallen and twisted your ankle? No. What was the highest place you've ever jumped from? I haven’t jumped from anywhere. Have you ever gone swimming in a river? No. Ever been so unfortunate to slip on wet rocks? Nope. When was the last time you got completely soaked by rain? It’s been a long time. One of the times that comes to mind is when my mom, aunt, a former friend, and I were at an outdoor festival and we got caught in an unexpected rain storm. It just started pouring down hard and we were not prepared at all. We had to run back to our car, which was parked a good distance away and yeah we were absolutely soaked. 

Is there something you really want to buy at the moment? I’d love to be able to book a beach vacation getaway. Would you ever consider culinary school? No. I’m not a cook and have no interest in trying to become one. Do you ever watch the clouds, to see if they look like objects/animals etc? I did when I was a kid sometimes. When was the last time you didn't want to get out of bed? That’s me everyday. It’s a real struggle. Are you excited for anything coming up in the near future? No. My foreseeable future consists of more doctors and appointments and struggles and spending most of my time in bed. Speaking of dancing, do you know any real dance moves? I know them, but I can’t do them. Do you save cards from your birthday/x-mas, etc? Yes. What was the last souvenir someone got you? A shirt. Do you have a favorite remix of a song? One of my favorite covers is Adele’s cover of George Michael’s “Fast Love” that she preformed at an award show in honor of him after he died. I can only describe it as hauntingly beautiful. I really wish she would have released a studio version of it. When was the last time you printed something off? I don’t recall; it’s been awhile. Are you one of those people who can learn music/songs by ear? No, I wish. There was a guy in my piano class I took my senior year in high school that could do that. It was really cool. Has the power gone out recently? No, but I have a feeling it will happen soon. It always does when we have a lot of triple digit degree weather, which is what this week has consisted of. Do you like driving at night? I don’t drive, but I like nighttime drives. Like, whenever I travel I love leaving really early when it’s still dark out. It’s a different experience. Does seeing roadkill make you sad, or just grossed out? Both. Does wearing heels make you feel sexier? I don’t wear heels. What do you think is the most saddest sounding instrument? The piano can sound that way. What day do you go back to school (if you're in school)? I’m forever done with school. When was the last time you've gone shopping with a friend? It’s been a few years. Do you ever go out to dinner with your Mom? We haven’t physically gone out to eat for dinner in quite a long time.  What is your favorite kind of salad dressing? Ranch. Have you ever bought fireworks? Not me personlly, but my dad and brother do every 4th of July. Do you really pay attention to the ratings on movies? Sometimes, but I ultimately decide if I want to see it or not. Have you ever snuck in to a theater/dance/bar etc? No. If given the chance, would you go to Ireland? Sure. Who was the last person/website to send you an email? I don’t feel like checking. Has your phone ever rang and scared you? Yeah. I’m such a jumpy person anyway. If you have a cat, does it ever "converse" with you? I don’t have a cat. If given the chance, would you ever fly in a fighter plane like the F-16? No. Are you afraid of standing on the edge of hills/skyscrapers/cliffs etc? Uh, YES. Do you have a favorite species of wild cat (tiger/lion/cougar etc)? No. Do you support the funds designed to protect endangered animals? (Like WWF). I haven’t done much myself to support them, but I’m glad they exist. What type of a drunk are you? (Obnoxious, calm, emotional, violent, etc) I was a chatty drunk. I feel like I was annoying, ha. I was also the sad drunk. Do you have an absolute favorite name (boy or girl)? I love the name Alexander. Are you good at pronouncing foreign words? Uhh, depends. If you're not already, when do you plan on getting married? I don’t want to get married. Can you tolerate the smell of cigarette smoke? Nooo. It honestly makes me sick, like I get lightheaded and dizzy, I get nauseous, and I get a really bad headache. When listening to music, do you usually tap your foot etc to the beat? I sometimes tap my fingers and hands. Have you ever literally cried on a friend's shoulder? No. Was there something that "made your day" today? It literally just turned midnight, so today is just now starting. Do you have a favorite kind of chocolate bar? White chocolate. Are you happy that it's summer? Ugh, no. It’s hot and miserable. Is there anything that you should be doing right now? I’m about to make my nightly bowl of ramen.  Has anyone had expectations that you just couldn't live up to? (finishing this a couple hours later...) That’s how I’ve been feeling. Are you currently in a relationship? If so, how long have you been dating? Nope. Would you ever consider being a DJ at a party if you were paid? Nah. Have you ever tried those electric toothbrushes? Wow, this question makes it seem like they’re so futuristic and rare lol. Yes, I use electric toothbrushes. Are you or anyone you know devoted to "being green"? Not overly so, no. When it comes election time, do you vote (if you're old enough)? Yes. What was the last movie you watched that was on TV? I watched Fear 1994 on Netflix recently if that counts. How long have you had an account on bzoink? I don’t have an account on bzoink. Do strapless bras work for you? I don’t like them. I only wear them if I have to, like with a dress. Do you have a favorite hair elastic that you use almost always? No. Has anyone told you that they wanted to marry you/ were planning on it/etc? No. When you were younger, did you have a yoyo? I did. I couldn’t do any tricks, though. What was the last video game you played, if any? Animal Crossing: New Horizons. Has anyone ever called you nerdy? Yeah. Have you ever had to call 911? Yes. Has there ever been a tornado near where you live? No, fortunately. Are you a rollercoaster addict? Noo. I’m a big scardy cat. Do you feel comfortable enough to wear short shorts? No. I’m very self-conscious about my legs. About my body in general, really. If you have iTunes, do you find the Genius recommendations helpful? I don’t even recall what that is; I haven’t used iTunes in almost 10 years. Are you quick at looking up numbers in phonebooks/ words in dictionaries? Phonebooks, wow.  I haven’t used a phonebook or actual dictionary in yearsssss thanks to the Internet/Google.  Have a favorite actor/actress from Old Hollywood? (Marilyn Munroe, etc) Lucille Ball. Out of Biology, Chemistry and Physics, which are you the best at? None of those. Is there a friend you can always talk to about anything? I don’t have any friends. Can you stand spicy foods? Not anymore. :( It’s gotta have like barely anything like McDonald’s or Taco Bell mild hot sauce type of stuff. It’s wild because I used to be obSESSED with spicy food. I put hot sauce on everything and had a high spicy tolerance. Then a few years ago I developed a sensitivity and I can’t even have red pepper flakes now. It sucks. What's your opinion on people who stretch their ears? Hey, do what you want. I’ll admit the really stretched out lobes freak me out, though. Do you think tattoos are expressive art or unattractive? To me they can be either one, it just depends. What is your school mascot? -- Do you find black and white photos to be pretty? Yeah. Food you make doesn't taste as good as food made by others, true? Sometimes. Especially foods like sandwiches for some reason. I think they’re way better when my mom or a deli makes them.  Is there a certain color that doesn't look good on you? I don’t think I look good in anything, so. Have you ever heard anything interesting about Nova Scotia, Canada? Not that I can recall. Have you ever seen a bear in the wild? No, thankfully. Do you know when you will get to see your significant other next? I’m single. What's the book you're currently reading? ”Such a Good Girl” by Willow Rose. Is your room currently a disaster? No. If going to a concert, do you prefer it to be outside or in a stadium? Definitely in a stadium.

Do you have a case for your camera? I use the camera on my phone, which I do have a case for. Can your cellphone take a beating? I’ve dropped it a few times and so far so good. Is there a month you prefer over others? October and December. Do you ever buy lottery tickets? Just a couple of times. Can you recall the most disturbing movie you've ever seen? A Clockwork Orange is one. Are you more of a tape or a glue person? Tape. Of course, it does depend on what I’m doing. In some cases, glue is the better option.  Has anyone you know gotten mono? Not that I know of. What is/or was your graduating year? I graduated UC in 2015. Have you had a weird dream lately? All my dreams are weird. Have you ever gotten an autograph from someone famous? Yes. Do you own a pair of slippers? No. Do you ever watch VHS movies anymore? No. I don’t even recall the last time. Has your computer ever decided to completely erase itself? No, but I’ve lost stuff because of viruses back in the day. :(

Only when the power goes out do we realize how much we rely on it, true? It definitely becomes quite apparent quite quickly. Have you ever picked an apple off the tree and eaten it? No. Can you say yes / no in different languages? ”Si” and “No”, ha. Are you good at styling your own hair? No. Especially not anymore since I just don’t have the motivation or energy to do anything with my hair, which is why it was always up in a bun. I finally just cut it really short and have been wearing a cute wig if I go somewhere cause that’s all I can to do right now. I am sad, though. It was so long.   Out of the traditional superheroes, which one is your favorite? The Scarlett Witch and Iron Man. What color is the shirt you're wearing right now? Black. Have you ever been lost? Physically and figuratively, yes.

#personal #text #survey #surveys

[cxmetery-gates]

OBSESSIVE TEACHINGS - DARK!TOM HIDDLESTON

CHAPTER ONE: FAKING IT

SUMMARY: Lynn Moore dreads the beginning of her greatest fear: the first day of senior year. WORD COUNT: 2.3k NOTE: Get ready for typical teenager angst. Let’s all bully Lynn. WARNINGS: dark!tom hiddleston, teacher!tom hiddleston

OBSESSIVE TEACHINGS MASTERLIST

JUST LIKE EVERY YEAR AROUND the middle of August, my mom tells me the same advice; have a good first day. Of course, most mothers, fathers, or whoever tell their child this, but it's as pointless as a circle. Whoever has a fantastic first day of school? There are new teachers to impress, you're stuck with the same bunch of losers you sit with at lunch, and there are more jerks and morons to pick on you, despite the status quo you fall under. High school is frankly really awful all the way around and there's no way someone can deny or even try to argue that. These are the four years of utter hell and we're all dying to get out. I've stepped through those heavy doors, resembling the gates of hell, on a first day three times now. My anger and hatred have only been fueled rather than dying down. I'm sure nothing will ever change.

"Don't forget--" Mom tries to tell me from the porch in sweats and a maroon t-shirt. Her unnatural dirty blonde hair piled on the top of her head with an old red clip. There are tears welling in her eyes, seeing her only child almost grown up. I have one last year of school and mere months until I'm an adult. For me, it may pass by far too slow, but I bet it's a whole different story for her. In all honesty, it's ridiculous that the woman is so upset and not to mention annoying. I have done this routine twelve times now, for Christ sake, she should get a grip on herself by now. I don't mean to belittle my mother but one of her greatest achievements is being able to replicate every single stereotype women have, including having no control over her emotions. An outsider looking in may say I'm a bit to harsh. All I can say to that is no one has loved with her for almost eighteen years like I have.

"I got it!" I yell against the wind as it smacks my face while I walk across the grass. "Christ on a bike," I curse tossing my messy light brown hair from my field of vision.

The bus would take another five minutes to get the corner, but I'd like to not look stupid on my first day by running to catch up with the metal rectangle of devilry Peter Parker style. Well, maybe it would turn into an interesting story at the least. Spiderman is my favorite superhero of all time after all. Despite this, I only allow an angry face to part my path. It's totally fake but faking it is the only way to survive.

Down at the intersection, there are already kids waiting. I think it's safe to assume that all of the puberty-sicken teenagers are freshmen or sophomores since most junior and seniors are still asleep at this early hour, knowing the good majority are able to drive. I take a good look at all of them. The fact that they find throwing bits of gravel at squirrels or birds makes me want to go over and smack them upside the head. That thought crosses my mind a lot. The world is so full of morons; it's hard to pick out which ones are actually tolerable. They're almost as bad as kids in letterman jackets with expensive sports cars. Those fuckers are the worst. All they care about is their ego and how much money they can wave around coming right from mommy and daddy's wallet.

Take the kid in the striped shirt tucked into his hand-me-down jeans. He looks like a nice kid; after all, he's got nothing to brag about. His parents are probably office workers or maybe nothing too difficult. Nothing too important. That's all we are, right? I mean, once we're dead and gone. No one is gonna care what car you drove or what brand your plain white shirt is. People who think they're hotshots or something special are the real morons.

Besides, who thinks it's cool to spend thirty bucks on a t-shirt?

An old car passes, a teenage girl in my grade sits in the driver's seat. I sort of duck out of the way. Not James Bond-like, but I move my already shitty hair in front of my face as if it's going to help hide my identity. The chick probably didn't even see me. I watch the car drive on, kinda imagining what sort of car I would drive once I get one. I suppose I would have to learn first. I personally am not a fan of getting behind the wheel. Hell, I can't even ride a bike without falling over. I'd rather move to a large city and order cabs to get me places. They seem more convenient and, if you get in a wreck, it's not your fault and it's not your money coming out of pocket. No car equals more money. Then again, no car also is equivalent to no freedom and taxis and Uber's can get expensive. It seems like each idea is flawed these days.

Upon scanning the area again— this time ignoring the idiots— I notice only one person who seems excited out of the group. Her dark brown hair and dark skin contrast to the majority of our town, including those waiting nearby. Her curled hair bounces with each stride she takes, happier than the step prior.

Some say it's strange that the girl and I are such good friends. You don't see God and Satan going out and having coffee every weekend or anything.

"What's got you in a good mood?" I question as I readjust my dark blue shirt underneath the flannel. Flannels are my favorite personal quirk. I own at least fifty, most being cool or dark colors. I don't have an obsession; just an interest that I care way too much about. Flannels are to Lynn Moore as controversy is to famous influencers. Looking back up, my eyebrow is still raised. I'm shocked to see her here, assuming her parents would have given her a lift. After a second, it dawned on me that this, riding the bus to school, was her punishment for getting into an accident she won't take responsibility for.

Posting memes and vines references are fun and all, but doing it while going 60 down a highway isn't the smartest. Forgive me for not following the strict millennial handbook but I don't actually want to die nor do I want my friends to.

My best friend, Ellie Graves, gives a small glare. "Why does it always seem like you're on your period?" I shrug my shoulders, and played with the wire choker I always wore. As my fingers slip underneath the necklace, it is evident how to lose it has gotten since I bought it a few months ago. I make a mental note to take a quick trip to the shopping side of the internet sometime soon.

I click my tongue before answering. "Probably because I'm closer to hell than you are," I say, referring to my obvious lack of height. I'm only five feet and just barely three inches off the ground while Ellie is at least five feet and seven inches. Personally I think we would make a cute couple given our attitudes and the extremities of our heights, except for the fact that dearest Ellie is not interested in people other than men. What a party pooper. For me, anyway. "But lets do our best to not reinforce stereotypes," I say referring to her comment.

She nods her head. "Yes, mother." I snort at her sass, leaning my body weight onto my right leg. "But hey! We have one year left! That's something to be excited about, am I right?"

Yes, I would say she is right. Freshmen, sophomore, and the dragged out junior year have come and passed, full of useless information and embarrassing memories with it. It's mostly embarrassing if I have to be honest. School isn't my thing, however falling up and down the main set of stairs apparently is. Who knew?

"Yeah, I suppose so. At least we're considered adults now," I reply trying to find some positive about the situation.

Ellie begins to lightly laugh, "True. That's kinda a scary thought, though." Her body shudders, either because a breeze just blew passed or out of what she just said.

The age of freedom is so close, I can nearly touch it. Despite my longing to finally buy a lottery ticket and spray paint, the fear of adulthood gnaws at the back of my mind. With eighteen comes responsibility, something I lack to a high degree. I muse the idea of getting a degree of irresponsibility. However, I don't think such diploma could help me get into a creative writing career.

I make a thinking face and bring my shoulders to my ears preparing for an exaggerated response. "Well, you aren't wrong," I reply in a forced high pitch noise, catching the attention of the guys. Now I notice they are all matching in basketball shorts and a jacket. Men's fashion, ladies and gents. Ellie chuckles at my utter dorkiness while I continue to make some weird face I'm sure she will get a picture of sometime within the next few seconds.

It's crazy how time is able to fly. Just last week, so it seems, the outgoing, beaming chick I have as a best friend and I were in third grade, the year I moved to a new house, a different school, and a very different town. Although my eight-year-old-self hated it at the time, I'm glad I left the northern state of Maine, all the way across to the midwest. That is if you consider southern Missouri part of the midwest. If I hadn't, who would have the privilege of being my first smack in the face? Or first sleepover (with an actual girl)? Who knows, and I honestly wouldn't like to. Ellie's my best friend; I would be dead if she didn't have my back. And I'm honestly positive she would say the same about her tiny best pal.

Little time passes after the picture was indeed taken and posted on Elle's Snapchat before an ugly shade of yellowish-orange appears entering the neighborhood. Ellie is practically fidgeting, fighting the urge to run up the bus even if it is some distance away. My eyes roll trying to not say anything to kill her spirit but I do let out an accidental groan as its loud hum draws nearer. The bus came to a screeching halt and I already want to turn on my heel and head home. When I step on, I notice there is a new driver this year. After Ellie got her license and could legally drive me around, I never bothered with the bus unless I needed space or she was busy, which was hardly ever. Ellie and I mostly spend our time together with our group of friends. Despite this, I still easily took notice of a different person in the seat. Instead of a balding old man with a face like alligator skin, a woman sat in the brown leather seat and looks roughly in her forties. She, like all of us except for Ellie, looks tired but fakes a smile anyways. The same rules apply; middle school and junior high in the front and high school in the back. It seems as if sitting in the back always made you cool of some sort. Every time a kid got away with it in middle school, he or she was automatically the bad kid, the cool kid, or the king of the bus. God, how stupid is that theory? These thoughts remind me how annoying and stupid we all were at ten and eleven years old. I'm sure if I had a duplicate of myself at that age, I'd shoot either one of us to cease me from the utter pain.

Instead of going all the way to the back, I turn to sit in the seat half way down the aisle while plunging in an earbud, leaving one open to listen to Ellie. I instantly scroll through an select a playlist that mixes rock, punk, and even some emo. Given today being my last first day, I figured early morning jams would be appropriate to get me pumped up even though I tend to listen to this genre quite often as of lately. I enjoy the heavy guitar and double bass pedal and lyrics I can either relate to or wonder who hurt the singer so bad. Needless to say, I'm definitely more of a rock person however there's still a lot of other types of music on my device, including orchestra and folk or indie. I don't like to limit what I listen to; whatever makes me feel good ends up on my phone. Simple as that.

"So, Lynn," Ellie says sliding in right next to me. I look in her direction, which was to my right, waiting for her to respond. She looks at me, but nothing came out of her mouth. Slowly, I arch a brow. Still, there was nothing. "I had nothing to say, I just wanted your attention." Ellie gave a stupid grin while I glare kindly at her if there is such a thing.

My head shakes and I reach out to pat her cheek, "You, my darling, are an absolute dumbass."

I feel her grin grow against my hand since I haven't moved it yet. "Not as big as you, though." I can't argue; she has a point.

As the bus lunches forwards, I look out the window and watch the world go by. Something settles in my gut about then, the feeling both familiar and foreign. I can't tell what it is, but as I watch the clouds roll in over the sun and birds flying through the sky, I only hope my last year of high school will be memorable.

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[inyournightmares97]

All I Want For Christmas Is: Money [Bambam]

Bambam is running the Christmas Raffle for “charity”, but you’re not convinced of his motives. Can someone as selfish as him ever understand the true spirit of Christmas? 

Word Count: 5k

Part of : All I Want For Christmas Is: A GOT7 Collab

One Month Ago

“You know what I love most about Christmas?”

Yugyeom raised an eyebrow. He and Bambam were sitting in a cozy little coffee shop, drinking sugary mugs of hot chocolate to ward off the cold. Christmas decorations filled nearby stores and the holiday season was seeping into the atmosphere. 

“Presents?” Yugyeom guessed. “I’m assuming you like the presents.”

Bambam made a face. “No, man. Let’s be real. People are shit at giving Christmas presents. I think the last time I got a present I actually wanted was when I was ten years old.”

“I bought you a designer jacket last year.”

“Which I loved.”

Yugyeom rolled his eyes. He knew when Bambam was being insincere and he had ceased to care. “Sure you did. You loved it so much that you never wore it. Anyway, I’ll bite. What do you love most about Christmas?”

Bambam grinned. “The spirit of giving.”

“You’re kidding.”

“I mean, not exactly the fact that I have to give,” Bambam clarified quickly. “But that everyone else is in a giving mood. People save up for Christmas-time. Workplaces give holiday bonuses. Wallets are full and purse-strings are loose, Yugyeom. Do you know what that means?”

Yugyeom took a sip of his hot chocolate. “Tell me.”

“When everyone wants to give, there needs to be somebody to take. And I selflessly volunteer to be that person. I intend to be the lucky recipient of all the goodwill that fills people’s hearts during this fine holiday season.”

“How?”

Bambam leaned back in his chair, a smug smile on his face. “Where do people go to spend time and money during Christmas?”

“The White Miracle Market.”

“And what’s the best way to convince people to part with their money without promising anything in return?”

“... I don’t know.”

Bambam held up two fingers. “Number one, charity. Number two, the lottery. These are the ways you convince people to hand over cold, hard cash for nothing in exchange. It requires no investment but I will rake in the profits. Get ready, Yugyeom. I’m going to be rich by the end of Christmas; season of giving be damned.”

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Present Day

You had a knack for sniffing out bullshit. 

The White Miracle Market was a beautiful place to be during Christmas-time. The enormous Christmas tree, the twinkling lights, the creative stalls and shops and little eateries filled it's visitors with warmth and the true spirit of the holiday season. The streets echoed with laughter, pleasant chatter and screams of delight. 

So why did that clumsy-looking raffle ticket counter give you bad vibes? 

“Let’s go get some chocolate!” your friend suggested. “I heard that there are some awesome homemade chocolate stalls around the corner.”

“Just a second,” you insisted as you made a beeline for the raffle ticket counter. Your friend followed you, confused when  you stopped a few feet away from the counter and squinted at it. The big colorful sign above the stall was handwritten. Standing behind the counter was a painfully familiar face. 

Bambam. 

“Hey. Isn’t that Bambam?” your friend asked with a giggle. “That guy you went on a date with that one time who stuck you with his bill?”

You flinched. There could not be a more unpleasant memory to recollect during the lovely holiday season. You had gone on exactly one date with Bambam; arguably the worst date of your life. The handsome young man had picked you up in his fancy car, driven you to one of the most expensive restaurants in town and nearly charmed your pants off with his smooth talk while he ordered all the priciest things on the menu. 

And then he’d had the gall to ask you to pay half the bill. 

It wasn’t the splitting of the bill that you had a problem with. You would have offered to share the cost even if he hadn’t asked. The problem was that Bambam had ordered three extra servings of the most expensive seafood dish on the menu, and two glass of the most expensive wine, while you’d had a salad and a coke. 

His food had cost four times more than yours but he wanted to split the bill in half. 

For shame. 

Understandably, you’d politely turned down his offer of a second date and then ghosted him afterwards. Part of you wondered if he’d only asked Jackson to set the two of you up because you worked as a veterinary doctor and presumably earned a lot of money. 

So what if Bambam was devastatingly handsome and tall and looked like a male supermodel? 

He was a gold-digger. 

“What is he doing here?” you grumbled. 

Bambam was wearing a dark maroon Christmas sweater that hung off his slim frame and telling some wide-eyed kids about all the cool prizes they could win if they bought a raffle ticket. It seemed extremely unnatural for the man. He looked like a sleazy addition to the colorful, fun environment. 

“Selling raffle tickets?” your friend asked with a chuckle. 

“That’s weird.”

“Why is it weird? Lots of people organize events at the White Miracle Market. I set up a stall to sell handmade scarves last year, remember? Maybe Bambam wanted to organize the raffle. It’s probably for charity.”

You laughed. “Charity? Bambam? I’m not buying it.”

“Why not?”

“It just doesn’t suit his image, okay?”

“You mean it doesn’t suit the image you have of him,” she corrected. “Which, to be fair, is based on only one date that didn’t go very well. You can’t judge his personality based on that. Maybe he’s really a nice person and you caught him on a bad day? Now come on. I want chocolates and I’m not willing to wait!”

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“What can I offer you ladies? A sweet, sugary delicacy? Or perhaps-something more dark and sinful?”

Your friend giggled. Jackson Wang was charming and flirtatious when it suited him. He had a cheerful smile on his face, but you couldn’t concentrate on the festive-shaped chocolates he was showing your friend. 

“What’s Bambam up to?” you demanded abruptly. 

Jackson blinked. “Sorry?”

“Your friend Bambam. He can’t be serious about that raffle ticket stall, right?” 

“Oh now you’re curious about him?” Jackson raised an eyebrow and folded his arms across his chest with a smug smirk. “Sorry, darling, no can do. You can’t come around here and suddenly show interest after ghosting him. You had your chance.”

You flushed. “I’m not interested in Bambam.”

“Then why are you worried about his raffle?”

“I just-well-”

“If it’s really the raffle you’re curious about, go ask him yourself,”  Jackson told you. 

“Maybe I will.”

“Fine.”

“Fine!” you stormed away, barely listening to Jackson calling for you to buy a chocolate first and help him make some money. 

You couldn’t be mistaken about Bambam. It simply wasn’t possible. 

He was a greedy, selfish, conniving little brat and you would prove it no matter what.  

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Bambam’s dark eyes widened in surprise when he recognized you. You reminded yourself miserably that whatever else the man lacked, he was undeniably handsome. His Christmas-themed sweater was as stylish as it could get, his long legs cushioned in expensive jeans and a silver watch adorned his wrist. Bambam was…

Classy. 

“Hi,” you greeted him. 

“Hey,” he responded with a sheepish smile. The curve of Bambam’s lips was almost shy; uncharacteristic for a man that was shameless enough to dump more than your share of an expensive bill on you. Looks could be deceiving. “I didn’t expect to see you around here. Are you here to check out the market?” he asked. 

“Evidently,” you replied coldly. 

“Oh. Nice.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Selling raffle tickets,” Bambam informed you cheerfully. He pointed to the board behind him that listed out all the prizes in bubbly red and green font. “First place wins a flat screen TV, second wins a new laptop and third an iphone. The next four people win gift hampers. What do you say? Want to try your luck? The proceeds go to charity!”

You raised an eyebrow in disbelief. 

“Charity,” you repeated.

“Sure.”

“Which charity?”

“It’s… a charity for abused animals.”

 “Fascinating. Tell me more.”

“Uh…” Bambam laughed awkwardly but he was saved from having to answer your question by a pair of 7-year old girls that interrupted you. One of them was dragging another by the hand and she pushed past you to the front of the counter. 

“Can you show us the picture of the cat again?” the girl asked Bambam with a pout. “My friend wants to see them.”

“Uh-sure, kids-”

Bambam pulled out his cellphone and handed it to the girls. The other girl gasped as soon as she saw the picture; her hands went to cover her mouth in horror. “Oh no! It looks so thin and starved! What happened to all its hair?”

“The raffle ticket man told me some evil people pulled out her hair before she was rescued! We have to buy raffle tickets so that they can save the poor cats from those evil people!” the other girl insisted. You watched in disbelief as the two girls gave Bambam his phone back, along with fistfuls of coins to pay for their raffle tickets.  

You waited until the kids left before you stared at Bambam. 

“That’s a sphynx cat. It’s not supposed to have any hair,” you stated. 

Bambam laughed awkwardly. “I mean, yeah, but you know kids. They have wild imaginations, and who are we to reign in their creativity, huh?” Bambam noticed the unimpressed look on your face and his smile dropped. “I know how this looks, and I’ll admit the cat was a white lie. But the raffle is really for charity! And you might win something!”

“I highly doubt that,” you replied dryly. 

“But-”

“Because not only is that a sphynx cat, it’s your sphynx cat. Or did you forget that you showed me pictures of all your cats on our first date?”

Bambam bit his plump lips and sighed, shoulders slumping. He was painfully reminded that your first date had been your last date. 

And not by his choice. 

“Yeah, most girls are impressed by cute pets. I guess you’re used to them since you’re a vet? Or are you just not a fan of men who have cats?”

“I’m not a fan of men who take money from little girls on false pretences,” you quipped. 

“But-”

“Hou can be better than this, Bambam. I hope someday you realize that money isn’t everything and there are more precious things in the world.”

Bambam was silent for a moment before he gave you a soft, sad smile. 

“Me too.”

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Bambam wasn’t sure why he found you so alluring. 

Maybe it was your no-nonsense attitude and the way you never seemed to take any bullshit from anyone. Maybe it was that you were really kind and beautiful and you had this aura about you, one that had captivated him from the very first time he heard you speak. 

Bambam had the biggest fucking crush on you. 

But it didn’t matter, because he’d already had his chance and blew it. 

“I just don’t get it,” he complained miserably. “Most women love me. I’m handsome and charming. How was she so put off by me on our first date?”

Jinyoung sighed. “Come on, man.”

“What? I genuinely don’t understand.”

“Let me put it this way.” Jinyoung reached into his pocket and pulled out an expired ticket, along with a pen. He flipped the ticket over and drew a line on it. “This line is the group of women that are interested in you. And this line right underneath is the group of women that you’re interested in.”

Bambam blinked at the two lines. 

“I don’t get it.”

“They’re parallel lines, Bambam. They never meet.”

“So?”

“So you’re fucked,” Jinyoung replied simply. “Now go away.”

Bambam walked through the market miserably. His raffle ticket stall was doing great and he should have been delighted at the amount of money he was raking in. A little lack of ethics went a long way. 

But he felt uncomfortable. Not because he was doing something wrong, but because of that weird, queasy feeling that you thought less of him. 

Maybe Jinyoung was right. Maybe he was shooting for women that would never like him. 

Women like you weren't easily impressed. 

“Do you want to come play with our kittens?” a small voice asked. 

Bambam stopped in his tracks, realizing he had nearly run over a young boy that was looking at him hopefully. The kid was wearing a vest with a paw print on it and Bambam couldn’t resist the urge to follow the boy over to a stall where a number of little kittens were running around in a small play pen. 

“Wow,” he mumbled. 

“You can play with them!” the kid prompted. 

Bambam chuckled, bending over to reach into the pen as a pair of soft grey kittens instantly leapt onto his hand and tried to nibble on his fingers. They were adorable and fluffy and squishy. 

"Fuck, you guys are adorable," Bambam mumbled. 

"Will you donate to our animal shelter?" the kid asked hopefully. 

Bambam hesitated, one kitten still nibbling harmlessly on his finger. "Uh… I'm sorry, kid. I don't really have any money on me right now."

The kid nodded sadly.. "That's okay. We're just trying to take care of the kittens because we're not sure if we can find them new homes by Christmas and nobody wants to adopt them right now."

"Really?"

"Yeah…"

"Well, damn."

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Less than four hours after you'd first spotted the raffle ticket stall, you came across Bambam once more. 

He was sitting gloomily on the curb with a box of kittens in his lap. 

You wanted, so badly, to just simply past this man without stopping to ask him what he was doing, but your curiosity wouldn't let you do that. Despite not particularly liking Bambam, you had to admit that he was one of the most unpredictable and unique people that you’d ever met. 

Ah, fuck. 

You just had to ask. 

“What are you doing with those?” you asked. 

Bambam looked up at you, eyes wide and plump lips falling open for a moment. Then he collected himself and cleared his throat. “These?” he asked, gesturing towards the kittens. 

“Yes, those.”

“I… may have adopted them?”

You stared at him. He didn’t offer any more information and you started to wonder if perhaps Bambam was really all right in the head. You took a deep breath and decided that your curiosity was unhealthy. Why did you care so much about the weird guy you’d been on a date with one time? You needed to find something else to think about. 

“I see. Cool,” you replied before walking away. 

You would leave Bambam to his eccentric exploits.

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Except the curiosity was insatiable. 

You went back to the market the next day to get some presents for your nieces and nephews and inevitably, the path to the wooden toy-shop required you to walk past Bambam’s raffle stall. 

It was closed. 

Why was it closed? It was a Sunday, shouldn’t Bambam know that Sundays were the days when most people came to the market? It was also a great day for his target audience- gullible and helpless little kids who were either convinced they would win an iphone or thought they were rescuing the helpless cats. 

But Bambam wasn’t there. 

“So, uh… how come the raffle stall is closed?” you asked Jaebum casually. He was extremely busy working on something that looked like a dollhouse and he barely looked up at you. The man was the exact opposite of Bambam, you noted. Passionate and dedicated to his craft. 

“The raffle stall?” Jaebum asked absent-mindedly. “No clue. Why?”

You bit your lip. “No reason.”

He finally tore his eyes away from the dollhouse and turned to you with a more friendly smile. “Hey, so I think I’m going to need until tomorrow to complete your order. There’s still some finishing touches that I need to give the toys although I can show you what they look like so far-”

“That’s okay,” you reassured him. “I’ll come back tomorrow.”

“Great, thanks.”

You left the wooden toy-shop and strolled down the market street, looking at all the pretty shops and stalls that were bursting with life during the winter season. 

And then there was the clumsy, deserted raffle ticket stall. 

A small group of kids walked up to the stall, noticed that it was shut and sadly walked away. You frowned. 

Where was Bambam? 

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He didn’t turn up the next day, either. 

The raffle ticket stall was conspicuously shut while you went to buy some chocolates from Jackson and some pretty handmade Christmas cards for your family and friends. By the time you finally reached the wooden toy stall to pick up the toys you had ordered, you couldn’t stand it anymore. 

“Where is Bambam?” you demanded as Jaebum packed up your toys for you. 

Jaebum blinked. “I don’t know. Maybe you can ask Yugyeom.”

“Is he here?”

“Sure. Hold on. Yugyeom! Come out here for a second!” Jaebum yelled. A tall, broad-shouldered young man emerged from the back with a friendly smile. “Do you know where Bambam is? People have been wondering why his raffle ticket stall is shut.”

Yugyeom blinked. “Oh, him? He’s too busy with the kittens.”

“Kittens?” you demanded. 

“Yeah. He adopted them from the shelter but it turns out that they were sick. All of them. He’s been running over to the veterinary center at the hospital for the last two days. I guess they don’t have many vets on duty since it’s the holiday season so he keeps making appointments to meet different doctors.”

“Oh.”

“It’s his fault, he shouldn’t have adopted a whole litter of kittens at once. But what can you do? Bambam’s not the type to give up on anyone.”

You raised your eyebrows. “You mean he has redeeming qualities too?”

Yugyeom folded his arms across his chest and frowned at you. “Look. I’m only telling you this because he likes you. Bambam had a difficult childhood growing up and maybe life taught him to love money more than his pride. But he also knows what it’s like to suffer. Bambam always helps people in distress, and he never gives up on them.”

Your throat felt dry. “Oh.”

He grabbed the bag with the toys you had ordered and handed them to you. “Will you be needing anything else?”

“Uh, no.”

“Great. Thanks for your business. Merry Christmas.”

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You walked into the hospital the next day to see one of the receptionists waiting for you nervously. 

“Oh great, you’re here!” she greeted. 

You blinked. “Is everything okay?”

“This guy brought in a box of kittens. They’re suffering from a genetic disease and they’re not likely to live long; we’ve already had two other doctors look at them but he keeps asking to see a different doctor every day because he doesn’t believe them. I told him that you’re the best we have and that if you couldn’t do something then nobody could. Can you take a look at them?”

You bit your lip. “A box of kittens, you say?”

“Yeah.”

That sounded familiar. 

“... Send him in.”

You were not surprised when five minutes later, Bambam entered your office with a small carrier full of grey, fluffy kittens. He looked both surprised and relieved to see you. He plopped down into the chair opposite your desk and gave you a sheepish smile. 

“Hi,” he greeted. “I thought the next vet they sent me to would be you. Apparently you’re the best.”

“I’m pretty sure my colleagues’ diagnosis was accurate, Bambam.”

“No, don’t say that!” he insisted desperately. “I’m sure there’s something that can be done. It’s okay. I don’t care how much money it costs. I just couldn’t stand it if anything happened to these kittens. I took responsibility for these little guys when I adopted them and I’m going to see it through to the end.”

You sighed. 

“I hear blood tests and scans were done? Let me pull up the reports.”

“Okay.”

You pulled up the reports on your computer and instantly noticed the problem. It was evident from the reports that the entire litter of kittens suffered from a genetic illness; one that veterinary sciences had yet to find a cure for and one that would ensure that these kittens lived a short and painful life. Your face fell and consequently, so did Bambam’s. 

“Bambam….”

“Please don’t say there’s nothing you can do,” he pleaded. 

You couldn’t help it. You felt bad for him. The man had clearly formed an attachment to these kittens and he was clutching the carrier tightly as he looked at you with wide, horrified eyes. You hadn’t imagined that the cool, classy and suave Bambam would have such a soft corner for such a helpless group of kittens. 

“Bambam, I’m sorry. I think all we can do is make it so they don’t go through any pain.”

“Fuck.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Well that’s a shitty-ass way to start the holiday season, isn’t it? Isn’t there some treatment? Surgery or something? It’s okay even if it costs a lot-”

“It’s not something you can solve with money, Bambam. Veterinary science hasn’t found a cure for genetic diseases like this yet. You could put them in some kind of experimental treatment but it would only prolong the pain and the chances of finding a cure are next to nothing.”

Bambam blinked at you. “Right.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry? It’s not your fault. I’m an idiot for thinking I could help them, I just…” his eyes were shining with the hint of tears and he cleared his throat. “I guess I don’t know what I would have done with them even if they had been healthy. I don’t have enough room at home for eight more cats. I just didn’t think they should be alone at the shelter over Christmas.”

“That’s… kind of you.”

“Nah, it’s hypocritical of me, maybe I just wanted to feel like I was doing something good to make up for all the shit I do.”

You bit your lip. “Hmm.”

“So can I just…” he cleared his throat and looked uncomfortable. “I’m sure the hospital has ways to um… I don’t think I could do it myself, you know?”

“How about you keep them with you over Christmas?”

Bambam blinked. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. You can give them a warm home and keep them comfortable for the holidays. And then afterwards you can drop them off at the hospital and um, we’ll find a way to make it painless for them. I promise,” you suggested. 

“Okay. That… that sounds nice.”

“Great.”

“Thanks for your help,” he muttered. He stood up to leave, picking up the carrier full of mewling kittens and walking towards the door. Your throat felt tight as you watched him walk away and you couldn’t control yourself from calling. 

“Bambam?”

He turned. “Yeah?”

“Are you going to re-open the raffle ticket stall?”

His lips curled into a pained smile. “Ah. That. I don’t know if I can. I spent all the money I made so far on the medical tests and scans for these little guys. I don’t think I can afford to keep it running. I’ll have to find some way to make some money and refund people who bought tickets.”

You sighed and folded your arms across your chest. “I’ll get the hospital to waive the fees for you on one condition.”

“What’s that?”

“You reopen the raffle ticket stall. And this time you really give your proceeds to an animal abuse charity, instead of conning people into thinking that you will.”

Bambam bit his lip and then gave you a small smile. “Yeah, okay.”

You smiled back. “Great.”

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Christmas Eve

It was late evening when you walked past the stalls at the Christmas Market. Being a vet, you’d had to work through most of the holidays but you’d managed to escape early just on Christmas Eve in time to make it to the market before it closed. 

Bambam was just closing up. 

“Hey,” you greeted him lightly. “Am I too late to buy some raffle tickets?”

Bambam’s eyes widened cheerfully when he saw you, and he waved a gloved hand in greeting. His neck was cushioned in a fancy scarf. 

“Hi! I didn’t expect to see you here! Of course you can buy some raffle tickets. How many do you want?” he asked. 

You shrugged. “Ten?”

“That’s a lot,” he smiled and reached down to rip the tickets out of his little book. “You sure you want to spend that much money here?”

“It’s for a good cause.”

“I guess it is,” he mused as he handed you a bunch of tickets and you gave him the cash in return.  “You made it just in time. I was about to close up and go home to the kittens. They’ve become incredibly naughty. I don’t know how I’m going to let go of them.”

You smiled sadly. “Don’t get too attached.”

“I know,” he muttered. He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “It’s okay. I think I’m coming to terms with it. Sometimes that’s how life is. The innocent are the ones to get hurt. But I’m glad I could give them a warm home for the holidays.”

“I’m glad too.”

Bambam nodded before he turned the lights off and closed the shutter of his stall. The street was emptying out; most people were headed towards the huge Christmas tree and the dazzling lights but you’d had a long day and planned to go home. You walked towards the exit with Bambam. 

“Can I ask you something?” Bambam asked hesitantly. 

“Sure.”

“I know… you dodn’t want to go out with me again after that first time,” Bambam explained with a nervous smile. “And that’s fine! I mean, that’s totally your choice. But… can I ask  what went wrong during that date? Did we just not click? Did you not enjoy yourself? Or did I say something to upset you?”

You stared at him. “No. I had a great time during the date. It was a lot of fun.”

“Then what was it?”

“You mean you don’t know?” 

He shook his head innocently. “I’ve been wondering what could have gone wrong but to be honest, I tried my best to make sure you enjoyed yourself. I figured you just didn’t like me.” 

“Bambam. You made me pay for way more than my fair share of the meal. It was a really dick move to pull considering that we were at a really expensive restaurant. If I had known I would be paying for your food too, I would have chosen a cheaper place. The fact that you so coolly asked me to pay was a huge red flag!” 

Bambam blinked at you in confusion. “What? But Jackson told me to!” 

“Jackson?” 

“I was going to pay for the date myself. But Jackson texted me right before the bill came saying that independent women like you were probably feminists and that I should treat you like an equal and that ask to split the bill in half so that you didn’t feel awkward about me paying.” 

You stared at him. “Bambam.” 

“What?”

“That’s a nice thought, but you ordered all the most expensive things on the menu and I had a salad and coke. Don’t you think going halfsies wasn’t a fair split?” 

His cheeks flushed red and he quickly averted his eyes from you. “Okay, yeah. I see it now. I swear it didn’t even occur to me then. I was just following Jackson’s suggestions.”

“Jackson didn’t know what we ordered.” 

“I guess not.” 

“So you weren’t a gold-digger. You were just an idiot.” 

Bambam chuckled awkwardly. “There’s a statement I can’t dispute. I was nervous about messing it up. I really liked you. I still do, I mean. Really like you. But I understand why you’re not interested in me so I won’t push it.” 

You sighed and shoved your hands in your pockets. You couldn’t deny that you had seen a different side to Bambam. A more endearing and innocent side. A side that maybe, just maybe, made up for his faux pas at the restaurant and his failure of an attempt to defraud the general public by misappropriating the proceeds of his  raffle tickets. 

“Do you have any plans tonight?” you asked him. 

“Nope. Just going home to watch the cats.” 

“Can we pick up a bottle of wine and watch the cats together?” you suggested lightly. “It’s Christmas Eve and I don’t have anywhere else to be either.”

Bambam grinned. “Yeah. We could do that.” 

“Then let’s do it.” 

Bambam’s dark eyes were fixed on you as you both continued to walk, and you found your heart fluttering a little. He was a sweet guy; perhaps a little stupid, and perhaps his moral compass was a few degrees off, but deep down you had the feeling that Bambam was a nice guy. 

“Hey,” he suddenly said with a grin. “How about this? How about I give the charity the exact amount of money you waived from the hospital fee, and keep the rest?”

“How about you keep nothing?” you retorted. 

Bambam’s smile fell. “Ok, that’s an issue.”

“Why is that an issue?”

“I don’t have enough money to buy a nice bottle of wine.”

You sighed and resisted the urge to smack yourself in the forehead. “Fine. I’ll buy the fucking bottle of wine.”

Bambam pouted. “You don’t have to get mad, it was only an idea-”

“Here’s an idea. How about once we get to your apartment, we talk about finding you a nice, honest job that you can work at to make money?” you asked. 

“Doesn’t sound like much fun,” he pointed out. 

“What does sound like fun?”

“Being rich.”

You sighed. Maybe it would take some time getting used to Bambam. 

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#got7 #got7 bambam #bambam scenario #got7 scenarios #got7 scenario #bambam fluff #got7 christmas #bambam christmas #got7 christmas collab #got7 fluff #got7 drabble #bambam drabble

[apprenticeofcups]

Your writing is a blessing, I swear! Can you do the main 6's reactions when they find out that mc is like...Rich af? They got that old money fam. But they're really humble and frugal and didn't think it needed to be mentioned but it kinda came out one day? Love you!! ♥️♥️♥️

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💰Main 6 + Old-Money MC

Asra

Honestly, Asra’s world is so far-removed from money

He cares more about the legacy you come from, the history and traditions associated with old family money

And he gives them a very hard side-eye, whatever they are 

Any time he has to interact with your family, he mentions later how much he appreciates that you’re your own person, that your legacy doesn’t influence how you live your life

Appreciates when you buy him things, but he appreciates it more when you use your wealth to give back to the community

He’ll never pressure you to do it, but if you do - buying shoes for street kids, helping neighboring shops fix their roofs, hiring a grocery service for the elderly couple on the corner - he gets choked-up

Julian

“Ah, see, I knew there was something...refined about you...I could smell it”

Technically, he and Portia come from money, too, but that all got washed away long ago, wink wonk

He’s somehow mastered the art of being just not-broke enough to survive, and honestly doesn’t know what he’d do with money if he had it; all those doubloons and foreign currencies he totes around are strictly for gambling

Your family would never know it to look at him, though - he knows how to talk “old money”, and he has the manner and posture for high society, when he wants to

Reluctant to let you help out with things, financially - he has “arrangements” for the clinic’s rent, the supplies he needs for medicines, etc., and he doesn’t like being debt to anyone

He rarely charges for his services, especially in South End - if people insist on paying him, he’d rather take a home-cooked meal or a pie than their cash

Nadia

Finally

Her family is old, storied, and absolutely loaded, and of course she’s not complaining, but it’s nice to have someone she gets along with who had a similar upbringing

Almost all her friends are orphaned, freelancing, unlicensed in one thing or another, and struggling to make rent - even her ex-husband is essentially a feral dog who found a winning lottery ticket in a dumpster pizza box. That’s not Satrinava-rich

How awful was finishing-school, am I right? 

Couldn’t give a shit less how much money you have, or what you use it for, but she’s fascinated by your relationship with it, and your history with your family

Likes swapping stories about obnoxious family traditions and weird legacies

Muriel

He...doesn’t really know what to say about it

He’s very self-sufficient, to the point he finds or makes anything he needs, and if there’s something he’d have to buy, he just...goes without

Nervous about the family aspect of your money - he doesn’t think anyone’s family would be stoked to meet the boyfriend, when the boyfriend is him, but a super-rich, super-old, upper-echelon family most of all

Gets embarrassed when you buy him things, and insists on returning the favor - you bought him a new axe, he knitted you a scarf

Teases you about growing up spoiled

Anytime there’s a woodsy thing you don’t know how to do, he tells you it’s alright, you can teach him about salad forks when you get back to the hut

Portia

Seriously??

Forget about her Palace duties - she’s playing hooky, and you’re taking her shopping

Adores your family, and you’re surprised how easily she fits in with the atmosphere - ‘til she reminds you her parents were merchants, and she grew up with a brother who already had etiquette programmed into him by the time they were orphaned

She’s incredibly frugal, herself, so you have a whole financial-planning meeting every month

Yes, you could live off your trust fund, and she’d never have to work again - but she likes working, and if you two keep living in the cottage rent-free, in five years, you can buy a house in your favorite part of town

Maybe even invest in property, or start your own business

Lucio

Lucio is rich. But he’s new money, (more or less) self-made - all the glitz, none of the history (or poise)

He loves old money - he married old money. And he hates old money

Old money used to hire him to fight on their behalf; old money called him a barbarian and a savage while he buddied up to the previous Count, then immediately started sucking up when he became old money’s boss

So he likes to stunt on old money

He’s absolutely incorrigible around your family, making little comments about how he worked (read: sleazed and dealt) his way up from eighteen-year-old jackass to running his own county, how he handles everything himself, how he still knows where all his money comes from

Shows it off as much as he can - he’s not just showering you with flowers and clothes, he’s buying you a boat and a beach house to sail it to

First, I drink the coffee - then I write the things ☕

#the arcana #the arcana game #the arcana game headcanons #the arcana main 6 #the arcana game imagines #asra the arcana #the arcana asra #asra the magician #asra alnazar #julian the arcana #the arcana julian #julian devorak #nadia the arcana #the arcana nadia #nadia satrinava #muriel the arcana #the arcana muriel #portia the arcana #the arcana portia #portia devorak #lucio the arcana #the arcana lucio #lucio morgasson #count lucio #my headcanons #my requests

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Red Gold - Chapter 2

Genre: Urban Fantasy Subgenre: Mystery Rating: 13+ Warnings: Blood, Violence, Magic Systems that make No Sense

My wallet wasn’t pleased to open itself up for all the supplies I needed, but the feeling of cleaning up the space was priceless. My place, I had to remind myself every time I opened the door to sweep out another pile of leaves. My house, I repeated when I whacked at all the spider webs in the corner. I didn’t know if I would ever call it a home, but it sure looked homey when it was finally clear of the rest of nature’s garbage. Quaint. Cozy. Maybe the ad hadn’t been all that wrong at all. 

The main living area was certainly the definition of it. It was small, but the hardwood floors and large windows opened up the space. The hole in the ceiling was almost charming when the counters of the kitchenette against the far wall were scrubbed free of all their dust and grime. The sink had a clog but at least the water worked, and the fridge was already decorated with some grain Polaroid photos of trees I had found cleaning the bathroom. Only the bedroom was left to turn into something livable - for humans, not just for squirrels, that was. I leaned against the brook handle with a sigh directed at the door. Maybe my wish to rid the room of squirrels had cleaned it up, too. I wasn’t ready to find out just yet, and pulled out my phone instead. “Hi, honey!” I hadn’t even put the phone to my ear yet, and I waited another moment for my mom’s hello before even thinking of answering. “Hi, Mom. Dad,” I added, when I heard his quieter grumble in the background. “We didn’t think we’d hear from you so soon. Did everything go alright?” “It went,” I told her, and I leaned the broom against the wall when she scoffed. If I’d wanted to procrastinate going into the bedroom, this would do it. “Did it go well, I think you mother is asking,” my dad said. “It did.” A similar buzz of silence followed while my parents waited for the details. I wasn’t sure where to begin. The weird but probably kind landlord wouldn’t have been the best start. My mom wouldn’t have liked driving all the way back here to pick me up, but I was sure she would if she thought I was in kind of danger. Which I wasn’t. Yet. I tried to imagine what Wren would be doing right now. If I was a normal middle aged man, I would be making dinner or watching the news, not plotting the murder of a college student. “Honey?” “It went great. The room-” I started without really thinking. “-is…” I turned in a quick circle and struggled to come up with something while I stared at the kitchenette. “…is a little smaller than I expected.” “I’m sure you’ll make the most of it,” my dad said, and I started to relax. Too soon. “Or you could wish it bigger,” my mom suggested with a laugh. I almost didn’t want to answer her. “That’s not how that works.” “Oh, I know, honey, I was just teasing-” I pulled the phone away from ear at the loud grumble of the phone. My dad’s low voice took over once it settled. “You don’t have to listen to your mom. She’s just worried about you being so far away but we know you’ll be fine. You’re bed is on the way along with the rest of your things.” “I wish you won’t forget to call us sometimes!” I groaned and was almost pleased to hear my dad give his own drawn out sigh. “Don’t worry,” I told him, and despite the frustration I couldn’t help but smiling a little. “I won’t let her get to me. I have too much cleaning still left to do.” He muttered something about leaving me too it, and, for a brief moment I was glad to hear silence from the other end of the phone. That was, until I picked up the broom again and remembered why I had bothered to make the call in the first place. Insensitive jokes aside, the conversation with my parents had done its job - I’d been successfully distracted from the fact that I’d cleaned most of my new living space. I stared the door to the bedroom down and the knots on the wood stared back at me. I tightened my hold on the broomstick. Sweeping. I was just sweeping. It was a totally normal thing to do, I told myself. He lungful of resolved air I took in to bolster my confidence was knocked out of me by a series of coughs as dust and debris jumped into the air at the swing of the door. I waved my hand in front of my face and blinked back the tears from my irritated eyes. “I wish-” I started and I clamped my mouth shut hard enough to draw blood. I wish this would stop happening. I dragged my watery eyes to the closet. The doors were still open, the shelves were still empty, and the hangers were still bare. The floorboards were dusty with rotted leaves like the rest of the cabin, but the thin layer was undisturbed despite the angry squirrels I’d startled earlier in the day. The whole nest was missing, really. Every single stick was gone, every stray clump of fur, disappeared. Like it hadn’t even existed in the first place. Which was what had happened, really. I’d wished it. No more squirrels to run about the bedroom just as I’d wanted it. I clenched my jaw and swept out the closet before I worked on the rest of the room. It had always been like this, ever since I could, probably, talk. Whatever I said, as luck would have it, would come true. At least, that was what I called it. Luck. Some of the things I asked for were realistic, like the few times I wished to find the last piece of cake in the fridge before anyone else could get to it. Other times, the odds of getting what I wanted were astronomically low - but they happened. So long as I asked for it. There were other rules, too, that I’d learned as I grew up. Others could benefit, too, so long as they were close enough to me. It didn’t matter if I knew them or not, as long as I heard them, they’d get what they wished for. I could even wish for something to happen to someone far away and it would happen every. Single. Time. I don’t remember there ever being a time my luck had failed. It was scary to think about sometimes. And definitely weird. But mostly scary. And it was scariest when others started to notice. For being so weird, I never had a hard time in school. I wasn’t bullied, no, it was the exact opposite. Despite my best efforts to be the quiet, shy, and very normal kid in high school, I was popular. Not enough to win any kind of student body award or cliched prom date invitations, thankfully, but I had a wide circle of friends and plans for nearly every weekend penciled in for weeks in advance. But popular enough for everyone to know who I was and… and what I could do. At first it was just a series of coincidences. Someone would leave their wallet at home and after a sighed I wish I’d remembered it, they’d find it in their pocket a moment later. When we went shopping there was always a muttered I wish I could get these directed at new shoes or pants and, one even after another, we’d either find enough money for it or be given them. All lottery tickets became winning ones, all raffles were won, and bingos were called. The trouble we got into should have put us in the hospital but we always came home for dinner unscathed. It was like magic, and it was easy to get lost in. My friends and I used it innocently enough, at the start. We got into the movies for free and wished our grades up. We got double the snacks out vending machines. Then lottery tickets we found on the side of the road turned into scratch tickets we bought in the store and those turned into real betting. I wasn’t interested in it but I was always encouraged to join my friends at the casinos we were, luckily, never caught at. Which is why I was supposed to be there, I guess. But then one of my friends called me in the middle of the night with a plan that sounded more thought out than a crazy sleep deprived idea. It was still a stupid plan, of course, but he’d thought it out. And the only piece of his puzzle he needed was me. I thought if I said yes I could try to talk him out of the plan and put a stop to his crazy scheme. I was lucky, sure, but there was no way I was lucky enough to get anyone through a bank robbery. I was though. At least, lucky enough. No one knew two high school kids had booked it out of a bank with maybe a thousand dollars in their backpacks until the next morning. My luck never left me, but I hadn’t wished for my friend to remain lucky. I didn’t see him again for a few days, and when I eventually did, it was his mugshot on the news. There was no mention of an accomplice. I’d sworn off my powers - or whatever they were - after that. I stopped hanging out with my friends, though I think they stopped hanging out with me around the same time as the robbery. I stopped wishing for things until, eventually, I started to think that maybe I’d just been crazy. I could never forget what happened that night at the bank, but with time and distance I could at least pretend it unfolded like something normal. Normal. That’s what I was trying to be. College was normal. If I kept my head down and my feet in line, the same thing couldn’t happen again. I wouldn’t let it. No one would see me as a lucky charm to keep in hand and do with as they pleased. I would just be the quiet kid I’d always wanted to be. Moving all the way across the state felt like it’d helped a little. I hoped Monday, the start of the new school year, would help even more.

#writeblr #my writing #red gold wip #fiction #urban fantasy #murder mysteries

[szopenhauer]

Do you have pockets in anything you are wearing currently? I don’t

Have you ever tasted your own tears? it’s hard not to when you cry so often

Do you hang your clothes outside or put it in the dryer? outside, not during wither tho

Do you like the letter q or the letter z better? Z

Do you do anything weird in your sleep? who knows

How many times can you jump in jumproping? I didn’t jump for a long time now so I dunno if I can jump as many times as I used to - doubt it

Do you like the beach? I like wet sand, beachcombing

Have you ever built a sandcastle? I suppose, I want to do that again sometime

Is there a mirror in the room that you are in? not a hanging one

What color is your comb? one is white and other two are red

When did you pull out your first tooth? I don’t remember

How old were you when you said your first word? same

Have you ever had a pet rabbit? hell no

Do you like the autumn? it’s fine unless weather gets really cold and snowy

Are you good at drawing? a bit

What is your Hogwarts house?  Ravenclaw?

Have you ever seen the Percy Jackson movie/s? nope

Ever seen Glee? fragments

Do you like Demi Lovato? Name a song by her. not a fan

Tarzan or The Lion King? Tarzan, from Lion King I only liked Timon and Pumba and I didn’t cry when Mufasa died

Lilo & Stitch or Moana? Lilo and Stitch

Hercules or Pinocchio? Hercules

Rugrats or Powerpuff Girls? Powerpuff girls

Ever seen Pretty Little Liars? no

Baking or dancing? dancing 

Sports or shopping? shopping

Blue or yellow? yellow

Green or pink? green

Did/do you go to a public school, a private school, or homeschool? public

Do you have a secret sideblog? not anymore

If you could teleport anywhere in the world right now, where would you go? if I could teleport once I would save that ability for special occassion like emergency but if I was able to teleport whenever then hmm...

Do you have/would you get your nipples pierced? nah

How would you spend a million dollars? buy an apartment, help my parents, live better *maybe even make a movie?

What’s your pet peeve? I have so many

Do you like paper books or ebooks better? paper

If you could live in a fictional world, what world would you pick? Moomin valley

If money was no object, what would your wardrobe be like? big hahaha

If you could marry any celebrity, who would you pick? well I don’t know them personally so it’s hard to say - just choosing based on their look? hmm...

Who do you text the most? my gf

If you had to choose, which sibling would you live with? I only have a sister so... I would prefer not to live with her again, thx

When was your last date? last week

Are there any people at your job who absolutely hates you? if I had a job...

Do you prefer cool, warm or neutral colors? depends

Have you ever taken art classes? I have

Do you know how to work a cash register? I hope I didn’t forget much about it

Fact or fiction novels? fiction

Do you think you’re a clingy person? am I?

Do you enjoy kisses on the cheek? not really

How often would you say you disagree with your parents? often with my mom, rarely with my dad

Have you ever slept with your window open? nah

What color are your mother’s eyes? brown

Do you cry easily? very

Have you ever been into a court room? field trip in middle school

How many necklaces would you say you own? too many as for someone who never wear them.

What time do you plan on waking up tomorrow morning? wish I didn’t have to

Do you enjoy receiving souvenirs? buying them myself

Do a lot of people dislike you or is it the other way around? it’s both ways

What’s the worst part about school? bullying, grade stress, unhealthy eating, sitting all day long, walking there in the cold and snow during winter etc.

Would you ever consider going on a cruise? nah

Do you still act childish most of the time? often

Did you ever enjoy gym class? at times I enjoyed PE

What is your biggest insecurity? dunno which is biggest, I have plenty of them

Have you ever painted a room alone? not alone but helping

Speaking of which, when did you last paint your room? ages ago

Do you know how to garden? but don’t like to

Do you have any bad habits? shitload

How old were your parents when they had you? in their 30s

What is the most amusing thing on the internet, in your opinion? memes?

Do you try to spend a lot of time with family? compared to some people I spend lots of time with my parents

Do you need to clean your bedroom? yeah

What do you plan on doing with the rest of your life? we’ll see

Which decade were you born in? 90s

Are you good at giving advice to people? but not myself

Is there anyone out there who makes you feel completely useless? I am useless

Do you like texting or calling people more? text

Do you have a lot of friends? I don’t really have friends

Have you ever thought of someone as useless? myself for example

Can you count to ten in another language other than your own? english, polish, russian

Does photography interest you at all? kinda

Do you think you’re a good singer? am not

Do you think you have a good sense of style? I have my own style

Do you enjoy reading often? not often

Are you afraid of lifts? I prefer to take the stairs

How exactly are you feeling right now? Why do you feel the way you do? emotionally/mentally bad because of family and health issues mostly, physically my usual so not the best but can’t complain much

Has the last person you held hands with, ever told you that they love you? yes

Which do you think is the worst - saying something and then wishing you hadn’t, or not saying something and wishing you had? saying smth and wishing I hadn’t is worse to me

When was the last time you saw your grandparents? I saw my grandma almost 3 years ago

Have you ever felt really attracted to someone, but been deterred because you found out they didn’t have a very nice personality? omg more than once

Have you ever hugged/kissed someone you’d only just met? hugged, not kissed

Would you ever apologize for something that wasn’t your fault? I do that sometimes

Has anyone ever cried in your arms before? sure

Do you keep a lot of things from your parents? basically nothing

Using one word only, describe the day you’ve had so far. Sunday

Have you been annoyed at someone/something today? I still am  Are you avoiding anybody at the moment? you could say that Is rap your favorite genre of music? it’s not Have you ever lasted a relationship longer then two months? yep Is it safe to walk around your neighborhood at night? not for me Are you a fan of heights? nah but I’m not super scared of heights Rate your typing speed on a scale from 1 - 10? almost 10

Do you text more then you talk on the phone? obvi Are you scared to grow old? to get more ill

Do you use a dishwasher or wash dishes by hand? by hand, I hate dishwashers

What is the best pharmacy near you? they’re not that good 

Do you use public transportation? yup

How much does it cost for you to laundry (if you use a slot machine)? we have a washer at home

Do you make your bed every day? I’m lazy and it’s unhealthy to so I don’t

Do you save receipts? depends

Do you use re-usable bags at the grocery store? yep

Have you ever burnt yourself with the glue gun? slightly

Wall calendar or desk calendar? pocket :P 

Does your home have a basement? it does

How often do you clean? clean what?

How often do you go grocery shopping? often

Ever bought a lottery ticket? few times

Do you gamble? online for free at times

Do you ever sleep on the floor? sleepover

Which room do you stay in the most? mine

Ever worked two jobs or more at once? noooo

Do you live in an apartment, condo, house, or dorm? house

How often do you go see a doctor? too often

Do you have acid reflux? chronic

Do you snore? no

Are you on birth control? I’m asexual and into women 

Do you put on make-up in the bathroom or the bedroom? I did it wherever

What is the first site you go to when you turn on your computer? fb

Which email service do you use? wp

How often do you check your email? usually rarely

How old were you when you got your first phone? I was in middle school

Did you own a Britney Spears album? I don’t listen to Britney Spears

What sites are you on? plenty

Does the door to your room have a lock? I wish, it has a funny stuffed/plushie one What type of skin do you have? mixed Ever gotten beer poured all over yourself? luckily not, gross *from what I remember someone poured wine or beer on my shoes once in the store by breaking the bottle and didn’t pay for anything  Who’s the last person you had a sleepover with? John  Who’s the last person you wanted to kiss? my gf Can you keep a secret? not really When’s the last time you went on a walk? this evening

Do you feel uncomfortable when people you hardly know confide in you? if they use me 

Have you ever regretted what you said in drunken conversation once sober? never been in such situation

Is there anything coming up which you’re dreading? it’s complicated

Do you ever do tedious tasks just to keep your mind occupied? I have my usual things/distractions that I do everyday

Have you ever lived with somebody with truly repulsive habits? could say so?

Do you tend to say things because they’re appropriate not because you mean them?   sometimes

What was the last thing to fascinate you? smth I saw on the internet?

What was the last thing to annoy you? someone close to me

When did your hard work last pay off?   basically never

When did you last feel a need to be alone? almost always?

When did you last REALLY want to go out but couldn’t for whatever reason?   covid and my other health problems but also money

Have you ever eaten chocolate for breakfast? nooo

Do you like balloons? I do (don’t worry tho I can do without them)

When will you next go to the beach? *shrug*

If you have pet fish do you bother to name them?   if I had fish I probably would name them

Did you ever read the Terry Pratchet “Disk World” books?   I hate Pratchett

Do you keep your eggs in the fridge? of course

Have you ever owned chickens? I wanted to

Do you like classical music? at times, some songs

When did you last listen to music?   this day

[diaryofanormalkid]

Yesterday was another CRAZY day with my American Dragon Crush ‼️😳

{okay so to be clear, I’ve been progressing SO much with my American Dragon crush these past couple weeks but I haven’t been able to write it all because 1) It’s a lot!

And 2) I have so little energy to because I’ve been working so much. Like last week I worked a full 7 days in a row, and I’ve never done that EVER. I always have days off inbetween.

So when I finally did get my day off last week Friday, I was running errands and by the time I got home I was too tired to type it all. But sooo much has happened this whole time}

Anyways yesterday was so intense with like progression with him that I just couldn’t wait to share. Even though there’s so much other things that happened, I’m like so conflicted.

So yesterday I had an evening shift and he was working until 8. We had about 4 hours before he was going home, but BOI did he utilize those 4 hours to his advantage.

So when I came, right off the bat we broke the ice which is always better if he expects me to talk to him for majority of the shift. So good on his part I guess.

So I was at his section/station of where he works and as I was walking by, he literally tickled my side 😧 mind you, this is not the first time he’s done this.

It might be the first time I’m documenting it though! If it is, well looool this might be a surprise then. But yeah, so I was kinda not into but I was into it at the same time?

Because I lowkey hate when ppl touch me in general, no matter who it is. So the principle still kinda applies to him. Honestly, I’m not even sure how I felt about it.

I just smiled because he was doing it as a greeting. The whole time though, whenever we were near each other he would ask “what’s up?” Repetitively, as he always does, just to annoy me.

And it kinda worked, I was responding “you know what’s up!” Or just imitating him in his voice and saying it back to him, finding something clever to respond back.

My other coworker joined in on it because at this point many of our coworkers know about our little back-and-forth thing with that, so they eventually have started joining him in making me annoyed.

Sooo THEN my one coworker who was there was on break and I was just passing by to put away some stock and get other stuff, and he was also there, so they felt the need to ask:

“You working tomorrow? What are you gonna do on your day off? You have a date?” And these two ALWAYS like to ponder on my dating life, which I am always so flustered with.

But I’ve gotten used to them by now that it doesn’t fluster me as much as it used to anymore. Regardless, I was still unsure of how to answer, so I just played along and said I do.

And they kept probing and asking, “you have a date? Where are you gonna go?! What time is it?” Things of that nature, and I was like “10!”

So they go, “10am? So early!” And I laughed because i actually meant pm, so they’d leave me alone, but they just assumed it was 10 in the morning.

So after that, he would do or say any little thing to get my attention. Like, “britney, why you so tall? Britney, what’s up?” And at these points I was just shrugging because I was tryna do my job.

Later now, I had to go in the back to wash the salad bar dishes and put them away. So he would pop by every few mins to check in on me and hand me more dishes to wash.

He started asking me what my age was. I was like “we already talked about this, I’m older than you?” And when I wouldn’t answer a specific age, he kept asking and asking.

“How old are you, for real, Britney?” So I just kept saying, “older than you!” Repetitively. But he wouldn’t budge. So then I finally just told him, “I’m 21!” And he’s like “???????” Finally.

Like idk why he acted so shocked, I told him, “we already talked about this. I’m older than you!” And he was like, “this whole time I thought you were in high school, gr. 12”

And I was like naw that’s gotta be a lie/joke because he’s asked me about my major in the past before? Anyways, so I wanted to mess with him so I went to say, “actually, I’m 12.”

So he’s like, “no seriously, you’re 21 though? You were born in 1997?” And I was like, “actually, no, I was born in 2006.” Just to keep up the joke about me being 12.

And he’s like, “no, like forreal, you’re born in 1997?” And finally I was like, “yeah, 1997. I’m older than you by a little over a year. You’re 20, right? Or 19?” Because I wasn’t sure of his birthday.

So he goes, “I’m 20. Turning 21 in December.” And I actually didn’t remember his birthday was that late until now. “Oh yeahhh.” I go. “Your birthday is when?” He asks. I told him it’s in September.

After that refresher of our ages, he would pop in to check on me every once in a while and bother me, etc. And then I finally finished my stuff in the back.

I was getting ready to go on break and my other coworker and him were headed to get some scratch and win lottery tickets at the gift shop across the hall from us.

So my one coworker asked me to scratch one of hers for her. We were unfortunate, and lost. We decided we would buy some more right before I go on break.

I offered to buy it for her with my $1 that I had in my purse since they only cost a loonie, and she accepted. So I went to go get my money and as I was heading there, he was trying to stop me.

I was like pushing him away and trying to go around him but he wouldn’t let me pass. So then he starts to ask me if I can buy him some of his lotto tickets too, but I declined.

He was like, “please. Here I’m handing you the money.” But I still declined just to mess with him. I proceeded to tell him I’m going on break so he needed to me and then he let me pass.

So I went over and bought the ticket, my coworker and I scratched it and we lost yet again. And then I took my break, but majority of the time I spent talking with all my coworkers.

They came over to where I was sitting half the time and we were all roasting each other and messing with each other. It was nice having them all there.

That was one of the first times we all felt that chill and relaxed at work, having a good time on a slow day. I really appreciated that moment because those are rare moments I hardly get.

Anyways, so after my break was gonna be around the same time that him and one of my other coworkers were going home, so they were basically just counting down the time to go home.

And then time came around for them to leave and he kept saying he was tired and he had to drive but he didn’t know if he could because of how tired he was.

But eventually he left and just left me and my one coworker alone. We both were having a fun time by ourselves because it was literally the slowest day ever and nobody was there.

For some reason, we just had so much free time so we talked a LOT about deep stuff and like it got so intense and then somehow my coworker just ended up

coming out to me.

So I asked who else knows and she said no one, but her sister knows and her best friend, but her parents don’t. So I was shocked she told me, and... like overwhelmed a little.

But I hardly acted surprised, even though I was. I literally didn’t pick up on that vibe WHATSOEVER, so I can’t believe how blind I was to that?

I think I reacted pretty calmly, actually. She didn’t make a big deal out of it, so I didn’t either. And like she trusted me enough to tell me, so I think that’s why it wasn’t dramatic.

It doesn’t always have to be. Sometimes it’s a big deal, other times, it’s not. This one was one of those times where it wasn’t, and she said she respected my opinion on how I felt about it.

As a Christian, I mean. As I was explaining to her how I truly felt about LGBTQ prior to that since she was asking me a lot of questions about how I felt.

It was a very intense secret to share with me though, ngl. Like I just feel a lot of pressure in a sense, to not share that with anyone. I’m the kind of person who would never dare anyways.

But still, I can’t believe she trusted me with that info. Anyways, she was telling me how she experienced a break up recently and I felt so bad. In hindsight, I realized when it happened.

Because one of the days at work she showed up in kind of a bad mood and was talking on the phone while on the job and then came back in an even worse mood it seems.

And she’s the type of person where if she’s in a bad mood, to just leave her alone and let her be. She gets over it quickly and will come back to you. But that day, it was pretty bad.

Pretty much lasted majority of the shift. She even had to text me and apologize because she felt bad at how she acted. I could tell something was up and msged her if it’s all good.

She never ended up never responding to that text which meant everything was not all good. And we can see that now with the info she told me.

So yeah, the end of our night was us kinda just talking about that, and my surprise at it all. And her appreciating me being a Christian but still being as accepting as I am of LGBTQ.

In retrospect, I can tell she was trying to feel out how “harsh” of a Christian I am to see if I would be fully accept of her if I were to find out she was LGBTQ.

Which I get. This topic is sort of tricky for me as a Christian because as much as there is progression with the LGBTQ community, there are still Christians that don’t accept them.

And it’s complicated for me. Because I don’t believe I am homophobic. I’m not discriminatory towards them, I don’t go out of my way to be rude or do bad things to them.

And I explained all of this to here as she was asking me, but she still said as an LGBTQ person she respected my answers even if I don’t believe being gay is natural.

Because I still treat everyone all the same and kindly. I don’t do anything rude or disrespectful to LGBTQ. I was even explaining how half the time you can’t even tell, much alike with her‼️

I treat everyone the same, no matter what they identify as. But also, being a christian, as controversial as this might be to a lot of you and as hard as this is to say and not offend:

I don’t believe being LGBTQ is natural or something you are born with. And I’m sorry if that lets anyone down/makes anyone uncomfortable. But I have to speak my truth.

I just don’t. If any of you feel like this will be a problem for you in the future and it makes you uncomfortable, then feel free to unfollow. I’m inclusive towards everyone, but I don’t promote LGBTQ on my blog, if you haven’t noticed.

As in, I’m not necessarily going to partake in the celebration of it. And that’s just me and my truth. I can’t be anybody but myself. On a different note, as a Christian:

You’re also taught to love your neighbour as you would love yourself. And that’s why I said what I said about me not just going to mistreat LGBTQ just for being who they are.

I love everyone. And everyone deserves to be treated with respect and be treated equally. Because then what msg am I spreading as a Christian by being hateful toward LGBTQ?

That’s literally the point of being a Christian. To spread love! Jesus didn’t say spread love only to those who are similar to you, He said to spread love in spite of your differences.

And if I can’t freely spread love to ppl just because of their label, then the msg I’m spreading is actually hate and that would be hypocritical of me as a Christian.

So I’m proud to call myself a Christian that can love anyone and accept anyone with open arms. But I will stand by my thought that I don’t believe being LGBTQ is natural.

And it’s not a matter of anyone trying to convince me otherwise, you can tell me all the stories you’d like, but it won’t change what I know and believe is the truth.

Everyone is allowed to have their opinion and I would hope me expressing that on my online diary isn’t going to get me hate. But the point of me expressing it also is so that I am honest.

And ppl can realize my character, who they’re following. Get insight into what I actually think of certain issues and topics and social activism etc.

Again, truly, I’m sorry if you end up actually reading this far down and you read this and this offends you. But I’m not on here to be fake, this is a diary to express my innermost thoughts.

If I can’t be myself on here, then I can’t be it anywhere. And I can’t please everyone. So please don’t try to come for me just because you don’t agree.

Seriously, you can simply unfollow/block if you have a real problem with my words. I’m not here to bash or offend anyone here, but I’m also not gonna filter/sugarcoat my opinion.

I’m gonna be unapologetically myself and that may not be okay with you so if that’s the case, that is fine. Like I said, feel free to disregard my blog/unfollow/block. I won’t hate you.

I still respect and appreciate everyone of you who are LGBTQ and follow me 100% even if I don’t actually agree with one aspect of your lifestyle. It’s not that big a of deal to me.

But who even DOES agree with all aspects of othe ppl’s lifestyles? No one. I would just like to further express that even if I don’t agree with your opinion on this topic, you still matter.

Like you and your life as an LGBTQ person still matter. Your feelings and your experiences are valid and I’m in no way trying to invalidate what you feel or experience.

Your lifestyle is YOUR lifestyle just like my diary is MY diary. And what you do with your life is your business. I can’t tell you how to live it at all because at the end of the day it’s you and God.

And God is there to judge you for the life you’ve lived, not me. So that’s not for me to be judging you, it’ll be God. Heck, but some of you don’t even believe in God.

That’s okay too! Because you know, God gave us free will. And so, even if you so choose to not believe in Him, He’s still there and He loves you sooo much that he wanted you to have free will.

To be able to choose whether or not you’re going to accept Him into your life and accept Jesus Christ as your Lord and Saviour. Because if you do, it makes it that much more significant.

If God were forcing us to just love Him and accept Him as our saviour without any sayso or free will to choose, there would be no significance or meaning to our actions.

It would mean absolutely nothing that we believe in Him. That’s why free will is such a blessing. Because making that choice to accept God as your Lord and Saviour is the best choice you can ever make.

And I don’t mean that fake deep surface level spiritual relationship with God. I mean a REAL relationship where he’s living on the inside of you and you feel sooo alive and grateful.

Grateful to be alive and to be able to live for Him in the best way possible by bringing more followers to Him. Utilizing your gifts and talents for Him. Serving Him.

When you make that choice, your life changes around for the better. It does a full 180 and all the storms and bad breaks and cloudiness and dark times become happiness, peace joy love.

Once you get a taste of that, you’ll just want more and more. And you’ll do everything to chase after God and build the best relationship you can with Him.

He’d restore you spiritually and fills you whole with the Holy Spirit. And put His anointing and blessing and favour over your life so you can live abundantly.

You will always have a friend to rely on in difficult times. But that doesn’t mean there won’t be difficult times, it means He’ll be with your every step of the way during them.

And help guide you and build your strength and deliver you out of it. So you become a better person coming out of the storm, because your faith in Him built your character.

See, because sometimes God will allow these storms to happen so He can test you. Test your faith to see if you will pass. He wants to feel out how much faith you have in Him.

And as long as you trust and believe in Him, He will always deliver you out and conquer your battles for you. But faith sometimes takes patience. So prayer always help with that.

That’s why it’s important to develop the fruits/virtues of patience, kindness, gratitude, and generosity. Because God desires those characters, because they are like God

So, on that note:

{please be kind to everyone. No matter what label, denomination, race, class status, occupation, etc you have/are. Spread love and not hate. Love and peace to everyone ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜}

And that is my message to you. Now that I’ve gotten that about the LGBTQ community I actually sort of feel a burden lifted off my shoulders. Like I wasn’t able to be my authentic self even on my blog! It’s like a sigh of relief. Even if this ends up getting a lot of hate, or if no one ever see’s it and reads it all, at the very least I’ll still be glad that I spoke my truth in a respectful manner and was able to fully show who I am as a person on my online diary.

I want to end it off here now because that was super long and I didn’t even know I’d be putting all this religious stuff at the end but maybe God had a msg for me.

#crush #crushes #american dragon crush #american dragon #coworker #God #God is alive #i love God #God is good #coming out #LGBTQ #pride #pride month #Christian #religion #Christian lifestyle #live your life #live your truth #faith #denomination #deep #sorry this is SO long #i don’t mean to offend anyone #sorry if i offend anyone #please just block or unfollow if you are too uncomfortable and/or are super offended by my views

[parkersenses]

All of the want to know me asks!

bro,,, i literally said in the tagsfdjkdsjk,, it’s alright let’s do this

1: My name?

Ellie

2: Do I have any nicknames?

technically Ellie is my nickname 

3: Zodiac sign?

sagittarius 

4: Video game I play to chill, not to win?

spyro: year of the dragon

5: Book/series I reread?

carry on by rainbow rowell

6: Aliens or ghosts?

both??

7: Writer I trust enough to read whatever they write?

rainbow rowell and victoria aveyard

8: Favourite radio station?

depends on my mood

9: Favourite flavour of anything?

strawberry maybe??

10: The word that I use all the time to describe something great?

“wild”

11: Favourite song?

doN’T EVEN ASK

12: The question you ask new friends to get to know them better?

me?? making new friends?? never heard of it

13: Favourite word?

“fucking”

14: The last person who hurt me, did I forgive them?

ehh that’s a complicated question

15: Last song I listened to?

meant to be by bebe rexha/florida georgia line

16: TV show I always recommend?

lost

17: Pirates or ninjas?

ninjas 

18: Movie I watch when I’m feeling down?

i don’t really have one??

19: Song that I always start my shuffle with/wake-up song/always-on-a-loop song?

don’t have one eitherdjsj

20: Favourite video games?

SPYRO: YEAR OF THE DRAGON

21: What am I most afraid of?

s o c i a l i n t e r a c t i o n  

22: A good quality of mine?

i’m honest

23: A bad quality of mine?

i don’t sugarcoat things (which could also be good but)

24: Cats or dogs?

dogs

25: Actor/actress you trust enough to watch whatever they’re in?

tom holland

26: Favourite season?

winter

27: Am I in a relationship?

nope

28: Something I miss?

not having to worry about my grades

29: My best friend?

i’ve got a few

30: Eye color?

blue

31: Hair color?

brown to dirty blonde-ish ombre

32: Someone I love?

Niall Horan

33: Someone I trust?

Niall Horan

34: Someone I always think about?

Niall Horan

35: Am I excited about anything?

TO SEE BLACK PANTHER ON TUESDAY LETS GO

36: My current obsession?

B L A C K P A N T H E R 

37: Favourite TV shows as a child?

House of Anubis was my shit 

38: Do I have someone of the opposite sex that I can tell everything to?

Nope

39: Am I superstitious?

Depends for what

40: What do I think about most?

the fact that i don’t want to go to school

41: Do I have any strange phobias?

veins

42: Do I prefer to be in front of the camera or behind it?

behind it

43: Favourite hobbies?

writing and reading 

44: Last book I read?

The Woman in Cabin 10 by Ruth Ware

45: Last film I watched?

it’s been awhile i don’t remember 

46: Do I play any instruments?

nope 

47: Favourite animal?

dogs??

48: Top 5 blogs on Tumblr that I follow?

@thumper-darling x5

49: Superpower I wish I could have?

to fly

50: How do I destress?

blast music or read a book

51: Do I like confrontation?

hmm it depends on the situation but usually no

52: When do I feel most at peace?

when listening to music while reading

53: What makes me smile?

one direction and marvel

54: Do I sleep with the lights on or off?

off

55: Play any sports?

lmao no

56: What is my song of the week?

it was just released but boss by nct u

57: Favourite drink?

caffeine free diet coke

58: When did I last send a handwritten letter to somebody?

a few years ago,, to santa,,,

59: Afraid of heights?

kind of

60: Pet peeve?

i’ve got so many don’t even

61: What was the last concert I went to see?

Niall Horan

62: Am I vegetarian/vegan/pescatarian?

N O 

63: What occupation did I want to do when I was younger?

air traffic controller 

64: Have I ever had a friend turn enemy?

yes

65: What fictional universe would I like to be a part of?

MCU

66: Something I worry about?

my grades

67: Scared of the dark?

kind of

68: Who are my best friends?

i’ve got a few 

69: What do I admire most about others?

i don’tsdjs

70: Can I sing?

i like to sing but i don’t really have a good voice

71: Something I wish I could do?

s i n g

72: If I won the lottery, what would I do?

donate a lot to charity and help my family, and treat myself a little bit

73: Have I ever skipped school?

yes

74: Favourite place on the planet?

my bedroom 

75: Where do I want to live?

New York or Boston

76: Do I have any pets?

nope

77: What is my current desktop picture?

it’s a painting of blue smears

78: Early bird or night owl?

night owl

79: Sunsets or sunrise?

sunsets

80: Can I drive?

nope

81: Story behind my last kiss?

never had one

82: Earphones or headphones?

earphones 

83: Have I ever had braces?

yep

84: Story behind one of my scars?

when i was little i kept picking at my mosquito bites

85: Favourite genre of music?

don’t have one

86: Who is my hero?

don’t have one

87: Favourite comic book character?

Peter Parker or Deadpool

88: What makes me really angry?

anything political 

89: Kindle or real book?

real book

90: Favourite sporty activity?

don’t have one

91: What is one thing that isn’t tight in schools that should be?

girls’ dress code and encouragement to express your opinions 

92: What was my favourite subject at school?

english

93: Siblings?

two of ‘em

94: What was the last thing I bought?

coffee and a croissant 

95: How tall am I?

5′ 4″

96: Can I cook?

some things 

97: Can I bake?

if it comes from a box then yes

98: 3 things I love?

writing

reading

one direction

99: 3 things I hate?

gun violence 

racists

homophobes

100: Do I have more girl friends or boy friends?

girl

101: Who do I get on with better, girls or boys?

girls

102: Where was I born?

in a hospital ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) 

103: Sexual orientation?

queer

104: Where do I currently live?

on the east coast

105: Last person I texted?

my friend

106: Last time I cried?

when rewatching the finale of lost

107: Guilty pleasure?

oof i can’t think of one

108: Favourite Youtuber?

i don’t really watch youtube anymore

109: A photo of myself.

nope

110: Do I like selfies?

nope

111: Favourite game app?

subway surfers

112: My relationship with my parents?

it’s good i guess

113: Favourite accents?

british and irish and australian and scottish

114: A place I have not been but wish to visit?

new york and london

115: Favourite number?

2

116: Can I juggle?

nope

117: Am I religious?

yes

118: Do I like space?

y e s 

119: Do I like the deep ocean?

no

120: Am I much of a daredevil?

no

121: Am I allergic to anything?

i have seasonal allergies and i’m low-key ehh with corn

122: Can I curl my tongue?

yes

123: Can I wiggle my ears?

no

124: Do I like clowns?

n o 

125: The Beatles or Elvis?

neither

126: My current project?

,,,,,,,

127: Am I a bad loser?

totally 

128: Do I admit when I wrong?

i’m never wrong

IM JUST KIDDING YES USUALLY 

129: Forest or beach?

beach

130: Favourite piece of advice?

hmm idk

131: Am I a good liar?

yes

132: Hogwarts house / Divergent faction / Hunger Games district?

slytherin, erudite i think, and i don’t know about my district 

133: Do I talk to myself?

no

134: Am I very social?

no

135: Do I like gossip?

kind of,,

136: Do I keep a journal/diary?

yeah but not in a traditional way

137: Have I ever hopelessly failed a test?

yes

138: Do I believe in second chances?

depends

139: If I found a wallet full of cash on the ground, what would I do?

see if there was id inside

140: Do I believe people are capable of change?

maybe

141: Have I ever been underweight?

yeah

142: Am I ticklish?

yes

143: Have I ever been in a submarine?

no

144: Have I ever been on a plane?

yes

145: In a film about my life, who would I cast as myself, friends and family?

THIS IS SUCH A HARD QUESTION I DONT KNOWDJKDS

146: Have I ever been overweight?

no

147: Do I have any piercings?

yes my ears

148: Which fictional character do I wish was real?

Peter Parker,,

149: Do I have any tattoos?

nope

150: What is the best decision I have made in life so far?

to kick a boy out of my life tbh

151: Do I believe in Karma?

no

152: Do I wear glasses or contacts?

glasses

153: What was my first car?

never had my own car

154: Do I want children?

maybe

155: Who is the most intelligent person I know?

myself?? IMDJSKAK

156: My most embarrassing memory?

don’t even make me think of one

157: What makes me nostalgic?

the smell of sweat pea hand sanitizer from bath and body works

158: Have I ever pulled an all-nighter?

yes

159: Which do I value more in others, brains or beauty?

brains i think

160: What colour mostly dominates my wardrobe?

black

161: Have I ever had a paranormal experience?

i don’t think so

162: What do I hate most about myself?

my lazy eye and my double chin

163: What do I love most about myself?

i can read a book quickly 

164: Do I like adventure?

ehhh

165: Do I believe in fate?

ehhh

166: Favourite animal?

dog (didn’t we already go over this??)

167: Have I ever been on radio?

no

168: Have I ever been on TV?

yes

169: How old am I?

16

170: One of my favourite quotes?

“go confidently in the direction of your dreams”

171: Do I hold grudges?

yes

172: Do I trust easily?

no

173: Have I learnt from my mistakes?

yes

174: Best gift I’ve ever received?

one direction tickets and autographs 

175: Do I dream?

yes

176: Have I ever had a night terror?

yes

177: Do I remember my dreams, and what is one that comes to mind?

yeah there’s a few that stick out

178: An experience that has made me stronger?

the whole of 2017

179: If I were immortal, what would I do?

that’s,,,,

180: Do I like shopping?

yes

181: If I could get away with a crime, what would I choose to do?

rob a bank

182: What does “family” mean to me?

,,,,,

183: What is my spirit animal?

whatever is really lazy

184: How do I want to be remembered?

,,,,,,,

185: If I could master one skill, what would I choose?

writing

186: What is my greatest failure?

a great question 

187: What is my greatest achievement?

a g r e a t q u e s t i o n 

188: Love or money?

love

189: Love or career?

hmmm depends

190: If I could time travel, where and when would I want to go?

stay in my area and go back to the 90s maybe??

191: What makes me the happiest?

reading

192: What is “home” to me?

my bedroomksddsm

193: What motivates me?

competition 

194: If I could choose my last words, what would they be?

“play one direction at my funeral”

195: Would I ever want to encounter aliens?

hm i don’t think so 

196: A movie that scared me as a child?

didn’t have one

197: Something I hated as a child that I like now?

moussaka

198: Zombies or vampires?

vampires

199: Live in the city or suburbs?

city

200: Dragons or wizards?

wizards

201: A nightmare that has stayed with me?

oof

202: How do I define love?

never experienced it so i wouldn’t really know 

203: Do I judge a book by its cover?

yes

204: Have I ever had my heart broken?

no

205: Do I like my handwriting?

no

206: Sweet or savory?

both

207: Worst job I’ve had?

never had a job

208: Do I collect anything?

snow globes and pop figures 

209: Item of clothing or jewellery you’ll never see me without?

bracelet and ring

210: What is on my bucket list?

go to london

211: How do I handle anger?

sometimes i start crying or i go on tumblr and blast music

212: Was I named after anyone?

my grandfather 

213: Do I use sarcasm a lot?

so much oh my god

214: What TV character am I most like?

Charlie from Lost

215: What is the weirdest talent I have?

don’t have one

216: Favourite fictional character?

Peter Parker,,, you’re the one🎶🎶

#this literally took me an hour to dofdjksd #ask #ellie's answers

[lovemesomesurveys]

survey by shanynx73

Do you have a dry erase board? I do.

What do you remember most from last summer? Being hot and miserable and sad cause I couldn’t go to the beach at least.  

Where is the last place that you shopped? I bought stuff online at Bath and Body Works not too long ago.

What kind of shoes did you wear today? I haven’t worn any.

Have you painted lately? No, I’m not a painter.

Which season has the best clothes? Fall and winter.

Do you know about the many uses of coconut oil? Several of them, yeah.

Do you watch Dr. Oz? No.

When was the last time you got balloons? My birthday a few years ago.

What color is your favorite purse? I love my mini backpacks, which I have a few of. 

What are your plans for tomorrow? Sigh, this question.

How was your past Christmas? It was nice. 

Do you prefer the game Sorry or Trouble? I loved both as a kid.

What color are the sheets on your bed? Mint green.

Do you prefer pull-over sweatshirts or zip-ups? Zip ups.

Have you ever had quiche? Yeah.

Have you ever had a conversation with a priest (etc.) outside of church? Yes.

What do you order when you go to McDonald's? Either their breakfast burritos and a hash brown, or a Big Mac and fries. I haven’t had McDonald’s in awhile, though.

What do you like to put in your coffee? Flavored creamer or cream and sugar. Or if I go to Starbucks, my go-to is a peppermint white chocolate mocha, which consists of flavored syrup and sauce.

What is a political issue you feel strongly about? I don’t want to get into politics.

How often do you have to charge your phone? I just charge it every night.

Do you have a song stuck in your head? Just the stupid Wendy’s jingle because they air that commercial constantly.

What makes a good movie to you? Good plot/storyline that hooks me in and keeps me interested, as well as good acting of course.

Do you have any yellow shirts? Yeah.

When was the last time you wrapped a present? This past December.

Do you normally win or lose at rock, paper, scissors? Win.

Do you like Fruity Pebbles? I love Fruity Pebbles.

Do you have any stuffed animals from when you were younger? Yes, several.

What is the craziest thing you've heard or seen on TV lately? There’s constantly something...

Have you ever hyperventilated? Yes.

What was your favorite book to read in English class? A Brave New World by Aldous Huxley was one of them.

Do you wear scarves? Nope.

Are your nails painted? They are not.

Do you like to dress up? No.

Are you looking forward to anything in the next week? I just hope I start to feel less crappy.

Do you buy lottery tickets? I have a few times.

What is your favorite flavor of Gatorade? I loved the blue one. I haven’t had Gatorade since like high school, though.

Do you think most people wear masks? LOL I had already typed out a full-blown answer for this talking about Covid until I double-checked and saw that this survey was made in 2013, so it must’ve been talking about masks in the metaphorical sense...that’s my  “ohhhhh” moment of the day for sure lmao. Anyway, yeah sure. <<< I automatically assumed that as well, haha. Hard not to now. Anyway, let me quote the movie, The Mask, “We all wear masks, metaphorically speaking.” What feature do you get complimented on most? I very rarely receive any compliments.

What are you planning to do next? Possibly another survey. I haven’t watched the latest episode of The Falcon and the Winter Soldier yet, so I don’t want to refresh my dash and get spoiled.

#personal #text #survey #surveys

[markdecastroweb]

5 valuable tips to boost your next lottery game's winning rate

Imagine your family winning the Hoosier Mega Millions jackpot of $46.5 million!

Kumaran emailed me with a question...

Hi Ken, Just thought I update you. The good news is 5 out of 6 (and the additional number) were in, in the last draw. The bad news is I had not bought the tickets. I'll be persistent from this time onwards... How do you do it Ken? Rgds Kumaran

How do I do it? Simple. I focus on my end target - the results.

Some players find it hard to bounce back after a losing streak. Others blame the System, the weather, bad luck.

I don't. I have strong, immovable goals that I work on each day. I'm extremely persistent. And the rewards flow in for both lotto and my life.

Here's how anyone can improve their persistence like me, in 5 easy steps:

1) Believe that your win will come.

The Silver Lotto System gets wins for a lot of players. But I've found the secret that winners use - they continue to play. Even when the last game’s prize was low or a no-win. They know the power of the System works for others. They believe it will work for them. They have persistence and sooner or later it pays off.

2) Refuse to acknowledge losses.

The top people in any field got there with determination. Not all of them are exceptionally gifted, they're just determined. Most have lost heavily in their lives but fought on to make a comeback, and it happens all the time. Read any book on any of life's winners and you will discover the same thing... they all possess a gritty determination against huge odds. Lotto is no different.

3) Have a bigger goal.

If you give up too soon, it's probably because you haven't set your play target high enough. Don't expect to win in 2 year's time - tell yourself you are going to make it in two months. Then plan to make your win a reality by :

Playing more in the games that give you the best chance.

Playing games with the lowest number of balls and numbers.

Increasing your playing to more than once a week, if your game permits.

Using LottoPredict to make each game worthwhile and to save money.

4) Start a weekly ritual.

Go down to your local lotto shop at the same time each week.

Go with the same friend each time.

Park in the same spot if you can (or like me, walk - it's better for you).

See the same assistant to have your tickets processed.

Have a coffee afterward in the same shop.

These small rituals build on your play tactics so you'll feel as if you're missing out when you don't do it. That gives you an automatic incentive to keep going. Once you've done this a number of times, it will be easy to continue through the no-win periods.

5) Enjoy the game.

Yes, it's only a game. You might only play 3 games before you have a good win... or you may play more. But whatever the number it takes, remember: Every game you play is a never-ending opportunity. It's not rocket science. You don't have to perform any mumbo-jumbo with your tickets using the Silver Lotto System. Trust the System to work for you.

One more tip... if you have had a string of bad luck in your past, don't worry. Winning a lotto game does NOT depend on how much bad luck you've had in your life.

As long as you keep moving and trying, you will make your own good luck.

Winners do more, they play more, work harder. That's all you need to do too, to change your circumstances.

Ken, I was a non believer until i looked through all your material, it took weeks you have written a lot! ...so I bought some tickets last week and it got me $37,000!!!! Thats not much according to some of youre winners, but to me its a years work and very welcome too. Thanks a million! Will. 

Could you win the lottery in 8 games out of 10? 5 valuable tips to boost your next lottery game's winning rate published first on https://188lotosite.tumblr.com/

[purplesurveys]

264

Do you have a dry erase board?: We know that as a whiteboard, but no I don’t. I haven’t used one since like the fifth grade. What do you remember most from last summer?:  Crying. Lots and lots of crying. Not okay mentally. There were lots of fake goodbyes, too. Generally wasn’t a good place in my life. Where is the last place that you shopped?: I was at this local shop looking for a purple top since I needed to bring one for school. I don’t even remember the name of the store. What kind of shoes did you wear today?:  Flats to church this morning since my feet were hurting from using sneakers the past week. I’m probably gonna use sneakers when we go out later again though. Have you painted lately?: I haven’t touched a paintbrush since the freakin’ first grade.

Which season has the best clothes?: We don’t have seasons, so we don’t have to group our wardrobe accordingly. Although, since we don’t have winter, I do tend to enjoy seeing winter clothes and find them fascinating? Scarves, coats, boots, earmuffs are things I only ever see in pictures and in catalogues, so it’s fun to fantasize about them sometimes and even be partial to them. Do you know about the many uses of coconut oil?: No. I don’t really use products, since my skin is fine on its own. Do you watch Dr. Oz?:  Nope. When was the last time you got balloons?:  My birthday three years ago. What color is your favorite purse?:  I just use a wallet. What are your plans for tomorrow?: Finish my assigned readings, and maybe do homework. I’ll probably just do the readings. How was your past Christmas?: I was in a depressive episode for all of it. I was either in my room sleeping or crying. Do you prefer the game Sorry or Trouble?:  Never heard of either. What color are the sheets on your bed?: Blue and gold. Do you prefer pull-over sweatshirts or zip-ups?: No preference. Whatever is the comfier one to wear is fine. Have you ever had quiche?: Yes, in buffets and in some parties. Have you ever had a conversation with a priest (etc.) outside of church?: I don’t think so. Do you have a dreamcatcher in your room?: Yup. First heard of it in New Moon LOL when Jacob gave Bella one after she had been having bad dreams. I collected dreamcatchers after that, and my friends even gave me a giant one that they bought when they were staying in Baguio for a couple of days. :) That’s the one that hangs above my bed now. What do you order when you go to McDonald’s?:  Fries, fried chicken with rice, or fried chicken with spaghetti. I never liked their burgers, so it’s always just those three. What do you like to put in your coffee?: I don’t customize mine; I have a usual in Starbucks instead. What is a political issue you feel strongly about?: Everything about our fucking president. How often do you have to charge your phone?:  Its battery is forever fucked, so it’s never not plugged to the wall or a power bank anymore. I cannot wait to get a new phone because my 5S is just annoying me on purpose at this point. Do you have a song stuck in your head?: No. Unless the song I’m currently listening to counts. What makes a good movie to you?:  Cinematography, script, acting, soundtrack, atmosphere. I tend to pay attention to screenplay the most though, I think. A plot that I can get behind is important, too. Do you have any yellow shirts?: Helllllll no. When was the last time you wrapped a present?: Christmas 2015. Ever since then I just put everything in a paper bag, or bring it over to gift-wrapping services. Do you normally win or lose at rock, paper, scissors?: I strangely win a lot? No clue why. Do you like fruity pebbles?: No. I remember buying a huge box once since John Cena used to mention Fruity Pebbles an ungodly number of times in his WWE promos so I thought hey I want one. It was nice and sweet, but I had a hard time finishing the box. Do you have any stuffed animals from when you were younger?:  I never liked stuffed toys as a kid. What is the craziest thing you’ve heard or seen on tv lately?:  Haven’t tuned in to the TV in moooooonths. Have you ever hyperventilated?: Many times. What was your favorite book to read in English class?: I REALLY loved books written by Filipinos either about WWII or Martial Law, so I had a blast reading Dekada ‘70 and Without Seeing the Dawn. Number the Stars and Little Women were fun reads too. Do you wear scarves?: Only ever had to in China and Japan. Are your nails painted?: They aren’t. Do you like to dress up?: No. Are you looking forward to anything in the next week?: It’s one week closer to seeing Paramore AAAAAAHHHHHHHH Do you buy lottery tickets?: I don’t. What is your favorite flavor of Gatorade?: I don’t drink Gatorade - at least I haven’t since I was 4. I used to have really bad diarrhea back then and my mom bought bottles upon bottles cos it supposedly helped? Never knew if it did, but I did know I HATED having to drink it all the time. Do you think most people wear masks?: Yes. Do you tend to be judgmental?: Often, but only for a split second. What feature do you get complimented on most?: Face, collarbones, my figure. What are you planning to do next?: Maybe another survey or maybe go on YouTube.

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