#I was born to eat good fuck nasty and smoke weed

[bluejaywalker10]

You know, something that really pisses me off is the concept of marginal profits or savings. Like gas for example. If I've got gas that might be ten cents cheaper a gallon than at another place, I've saved a whopping $1 every ten gallons. If I fill up once a week for a year, that adds up to $52 extra dollars I've been paying. But not buying the cheaper gas isn't going to make an extra $52 materialize in my bank account. $52 over a year isn't going to buy me insulin, or get me the extra $400 a month I need for rent. Even if I was really "foolish" with my money it doesn't make that much of a material difference. If I spark joy in myself buying deodorant and face wash that's more expensive, oh no! I bought some that was $16 for both, and if I got cheaper stuff I'd probably have them for $8. I go through them pretty slowly for whatever reason, so if I pay an extra $8 every six months I've "wasted" $16 over the year. Add it to the $52, I've wasted $68. $68 is the cost of a good grocery run, so I guess the reason why I wasn't eating for the rest of the year was because I didn't find cheaper gas and toiletries. That isn't gonna make me rent. Doing that for brand name groceries vs off-brand groceries, spending $20 a month for fun subscriptions, I did some quick math for me and that would be about $1,078 if I fucking quadrupled my numbers. $1,078. The cheapest rent in my area is MINIMUM $1,200 a month. But I guess I can't move out because my ARFID only lets me eat brand name Pop Tarts instead of the Kroger ones.

And don't get me STARTED on marginal profits with companies. I'm a repair technician for DeWALT Factory Service and there were seventeen late clock-ins at work last week. The production manager brought us into a meeting and said that if everyone's five minutes late every day for a year, that adds up to hours and days of lost work. I'm sorry, what? Because again, that's not time you're actually getting work done. I dunno about you but again those five minutes from each person don't actually materially add up to eight hours or whatever that someone was dicking around or late. They don't actually mean anything. All they mean is I get anxious and feel such incredible guilt when it's hard for me to get up in the morning, and my boss sees the same number of tools repaired on my production reports.

It's all bullshit and I'm so tired. The best budget in the world won't save someone from rising costs of living and the strictest tardy repercussions aren't going to make the damn numbers go up.

#God I'm so tired #I don't want to work #I was born to eat good fuck nasty and smoke weed #I hate capitalism #fuck capitalism #eat the rich #anti capitalism

[stcrr]

elle fanning. cis female. she/her.  ／  lorelei “lorrie” gunther just pulled up blasting which witch by florence + the machine  — that song is so them ! you know, for a twenty-three year old musician, i’ve heard they’re really -reclusive, but that they make up for it by being so +observant. if i had to choose three things to describe them, i’d probably say chipped glitter nail polish, a silver gilt mirror, losing yourself in the beat of the music. here’s to hoping they don’t cause too much trouble ! ( ally, 22, est, she/her )

me: i don’t have a type when it comes to muses! also me: unveils this new muse that is also introverted and anxious but this time with more glitter. anyways, meet lorelei, starr to her fans, and lorrie to her friends, an observant girl, gifted mimic, misfit, mirror, and musician. kind of a jem and the holograms/hannah montana/perfect blue hybrid. details under the cut, like for me to hyu to plot !! 

(also her pinterest im really proud of it you guys)

statistics.

full name. lorelei amelia gunther. nicknames. lorrie. aliases. starr. occupation. singer-songwriter. age. twenty-three. date of birth. february 1st, 1997.  nationality. american. ethnicity. white (austrian and irish).  gender | orientation. cis female | queer. hometown. boston, ma. zodiac sign. aquarius sun, scorpio moon, pisces rising career/voice claim. lorde.

height. 5′9 weight. 120lbs build. willowy.  distinguishing features. wide eyes, full lips, constant bags, probably has glitter in her hair.  health. 7/10; has no major illnesses but eats like shit, has a whack sleep schedule, is a dysfunctional adult basically. she’s also big depressed but you know how it be. 

positive traits. ambitious, intuitive, observant, imaginative, independent,  neutral traits. talkative, intense, impressionable,  negative traits. anxious, avoidant, moody, secretive, resentful, aloof, 

likes. the nighttime, storms, baggy clothes, mountains, weed, lsd, books, blanket forts, lying on the floor, singing, cryptids, cemeteries,  dislikes. being herself, deadlines, dolls/puppets, the paparazzi, social media, planning ahead, the outdoors, conflict, the beach, 

history. 

(tw suicide mention, anxiety attack) (tldr at the bottom)

her mother called her lorelei after the sirens of the rhine; she insisted her first cries were the sweetest song. and lorelei continued to have a beautiful voice; she sang more than she spoke. but only at home. 

she never responded to lorelei, though, not really; it felt too grand for her. she was a chicken-legged girl who liked overalls and goosebumps books. she was just lorrie.

she grew up in a lower-middle class region of boston, ma. her father was a salesman, and her mother was a travel agent. 

for a while, at school, she didn’t speak at all. she was diagnosed with selective mutism at age five, and it took until she was thirteen to overcome it completely. 

this was not at all helped by the fact that her parents had a nasty divorce when she was seven years old. her father used her mother’s ten-year-old suicide attempt against her in court to prove she wasn’t stable, and gained full custody of lorelei and her two older brothers. her oldest brother, matthias, sided with their father, but the middle brother, jeremias, sided with their mom, and tried to run away to his mother’s house basically every month. he ran away for good when he was fifteen, living with his girlfriend’s family. 

what helped her overcome this selective mutism, at least at first, was her middle school drama class. at home, lorelei had always been an excellent mimic. she did her favorite impressions for her drama teacher, and she encouraged her to try some monologues and scenes. as she got better at acting, she realized that she didn’t have to be herself; she could be somebody else. and that made talking all the easier. 

by high school, she was no longer selectively mute, but was still anxious and shy. she was, however, a total drama kid, and still loved to act. she could be outrageous, incredible on stage; she wasn’t being herself, after all, so if people were judging her, it was the character they were judging, not her. 

still she was def the kind of girl who had a mental breakdown every four months and dyed/cut her hair/gave herself bangs. she could never quite shake the feeling that she was an outsider looking in, separated, different. 

she still loved music, and as she grew older, she started to write songs. it was her secret dream to be a musician. one of her theater friends talked her into singing one of them when she was sixteen, and then encouraged her to try out for the talent show. she was able to get through the audition, though she was a little nervous, but she knew it would be fine. she was on stage all the time, this would be fine. 

but this time, she had to be herself in front of the entire school, and she froze up, not a sound leaving her lips. she doesn’t remember leaving the stage; only remembers that suddenly, she was in the girls bathroom, sobbing her eyes out. 

her friends comforted her that night, partying in their basement like they always did, but thats when lorrie had an idea. what if she didn’t perform as herself? 

that’s when a starr was born. 

as lorelei dressed herself up in all the holo and glitter she had, she created starr in her head; she was born beloved, charismatic, fearless, this glitz and glamor girl who had it all, but what now? even at the top, she found emptiness. she was a beautiful supernova, so breathtaking you forgot she was really a collapsing star. 

starr was lorrie’s ultimate muse; she wrote song after song for her in the next few months, until, finally, she asked some of her friends to help her record a music video. she didn’t expect this music video to get 60 million views in a matter of weeks. 

royals, of course, blew the fuck up, and she had people calling her house to get her to sign with this record company or that record company, and her eventual producer flew her out to la with her dad. and, of course, the rest is history. (her dad also blew a lot of the money she earned as a minor but she got rid of him and that’s neither here nor there.) 

however, as she got more and more into the la lifestyle, she began to rely more and more on starr as an alter ego. people liked starr, after all, and lorrie didn’t even like herself. she played the part of the dignified, wise, and eccentric former queen during interviews, when recording, at after parties and award shows. 

even her first major relationship she got while acting like starr, someone fearless and fun, basically a manic pixie dream girl. if you’ve ever listened to the album melodrama, then you know how badly that ended. 

that’s around when she realized that starr had taken over her entire life. coming home from a house party absolutely zonked, she looked in the mirror and didn’t recognize herself, didn’t see that nerdy, overall-clad chicken-legged girl from her family pictures. 

she stripped her clothes off, scraped the makeup off her face until her skin was red and dry, dragged a brush through her hair to get rid of all the product, and pulled on a hoodie and leggings she had brought with her to la a year ago. she wrote the first draft of all the songs in melodrama in the coming hours. 

however, she still wrote from starr’s perspective, knew she’d perform it as starr. it may be far more personal, but lorrie wasn’t ready to come out just yet. in fact, she’s kind of been hiding the last year or so, a full-on depression mess. 

tl;dr lower middle class nerdy girl from boston overcomes crippling social anxiety through acting, finesses this into an alter ego to be a musician, hits it big, loses herself in the alter ego, has a disastrous relationship, and tries to become herself again. 

present.

first of all, her real name is Known to the public, but not her “brand” outside of starr. it’s proven to be a boon as of late; she’s known for basically being a walking sailor moon cosplayer, not a skinny woman in baggy jeans and a big black hoodie.

since she’s trying to work on herself, she’s kind of in a creative slump. like, she still has more than enough royalties off her music to keep her going, but her agent and producer are both pushing her to clean up some of her songs and record them for a new album. she can still write as starr, but it feels... different, now. melodrama was far more personal than pure heroine, and she wants to continue to grow; writing as starr feels like reverting back to her sixteen year old self. but she’s too scared to write as herself So....

at events though she’s still in the gauze and stars people expect from starr. 

trying to reach out to her mom and brother jer again. not her dad, fuck her dad. 

loves true crime, the supernatural, and conspiracy thought. is probably watching a true crime doc rn. 

she’s just starting to leave her house for the first time in like... a year? like she’s only started to get out again in the last few months.

as for drugs, she def drinks, but she’s more likely to smoke weed. also, she’s a big fan of lsd, but holds herself off to only tripping every few months.

is considering moving to the woods and being the lonely crone everyone whispers about. or maybe switching to voice acting. 

she fuckin hates dolls. literally her worst nightmare is being trapped in some collectors’ doll rooms.  

wanted connections. 

melodrama ex (0/1) - the ex she wrote her breakup album about. can be any gender. i literally want this connection so bad kfdskjkadsfds

best friend (0/1) - someone who was with her throughout her... Transformation

squad (0/3) - bc who doesn't love a squad. this is the vibe i’m going for (sound warning)

icon (1/1) - someone lorrie looks up to and like... majorly doesn't wanna disappoint. - filled by kami!!!

musician buddies (0/?) - they bounce lyrics off of each other, you know how it is.

rival pop star (0/1) - idk i just think it would be Neat. maybe even with a plot that they had a major falling out and now they have to pretend to get along.

hookups (0/?) - or other messy shit

texting crush (0/1) - really weird concept but like... i imagine lorrie would have the number or snap or insta or whatever of this muse and they get talking after melodrama and she just... lays it all out. they don't really talk in person, but she feels really close to them and definitely develops a crush

weed buddy (0/1) - they come to her house and smoke and complain its great

friend turned enemy (0/1) - maybe someone who adored starr but doesn't like who she is now?????? idk idk

enemy turned friend (0/1) - maybe someone who thought starr was fake af but then meets lorrie being Herself and is just like "oh you're a Human" idk idk

bonus.

as a thank you for making it to the end of this fucking enormous intro, please take a moment to enjoy these tik toks reflective of lorrie’s personality (they’re also???? great on their own) 

lorrie talking/singing to herself alone in her house 

honestly she has tinkerbell vibes

drunk mouths speak sober thoughts

and thats on mental illness

#excess:intro #admittedly another novel #also i've been vibing to pure heroine all day and like #im going THROUGH IT #suicide mention tw #anxiety attack tw #drugs tw #also a notice i am not going to be making an open starter since... the event is TOMORROW so #i'll just reply to a few

[etherelssaved-blog]

introducing               .  .  .               benjamin         ‘         benji          ’          ariel          horowitz          ,          twenty     -     one          ,          local     renaissance     man          .

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑     𝐎𝐍𝐄          ,          𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒          .

full     name:     benjamin     ariel     horowitz     . nicknames,     aliases:

goes     primarily     by     benji     .

bj     ,     if     you’re     nasty     --- -     and     he’s     disgusting     .

date     of     birth:     october     thirty     -     first     . place     of     birth:     ballard     ,     oklahoma     . nationality:     american     . occupation:

clerk     at     stacks     of     wax     .

postman     .

occasional     uber     eats     driver     .

gender     identity:     demi     boy     ,     he     /     they     pronouns     . sexual     identity:     pansexual     . romantic     identity:     panromantic     .

zodiac:     scorpio     . hogwarts     house:     gryffindor     . character     influences:     lip     gallagher     ,     shameless     .     richie     tozier     ,     it     .     

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑     𝐓𝐖𝐎          ,          𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐒          .

weight:     seventy     -     two     kilos          /          158     lbs     . height:     around     six     foot     four     .

hair:     unkempt     ,     curly     ,     looks     unwashed     .     probably     is     unwashed     .     curls     around     the     nape     of     his     neck     and     falls     into     his     eyes     .     black     ,     with     a     few     lighter     streaks     running     through     it     .     an     unfortunate     experiment     with     peroxide     that     he     won’t     acknowledge     . eyes:     dark     brown     ,     golden     flecks     .     long     ,     frustratingly     thick     lashes     .     wears     contacts     when     he     works     ,     but     if     he’s     at     home     he’s     got     his     glasses     on     .     he’s     got     nice     eyes     ,     even     though     he     doesn’t     think     so     . complexion:     pale     -     ish     ,     more     sallow     than     anything     else     .     would     probably     have     a     fairly     healthy     look     to     him     if     he     ate     anything     besides     leftover     chinese     and     flamin’     hot     cheetos     .     

body:     ectomorph     .     long     ,     thin     ,     lanky     .     looks     perpetually     underfed     and     malnourished     ,     and     you     wouldn’t     be     wrong     in     making     that     assumption     .

fashion sense:     very     grungey     ,     very     obviously     secondhand     .     a     closet     shared     between     brothers     .     grungey     band     t     -     shirts     ,     stripey     long     -     sleeves     that     they     find     in     thrift     stores     .     holes     in     jeans     .     most     expensive     pair     of     shoes     he     owns     are     some     secondhand     doc     martens     .      scars:     a     long     scar     running     down     his     left     forearm     from     a     surgery     when     he     broke     it     .     little     white     scars     dotted     here     and     there     from     minor     scrapes     and     dings     .     a     cigarette     burn     on     his     right     leg     from     where     he     fell     asleep     and     let     his     half     -     smoked     cigarette     fall     directly     onto     bared     flesh     . tattoos,     piercings:     an     ear     piercing     .     no     current     tattoos     ,     but     he’s     got     plans     .

distinguishing     physical     features:     incredibly     gangly     limbs     .     height     .     big     nose     .     that     fucking     mole     above     his     lip     .

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑     𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄          ,          𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐒          .

the     horowitz     kids     have     never     had     it     easy     ,     let     that     much     be     known     .     father     is     the     only     commonality     between     all     six     of     them          ;          benji     and     his     older     brother     are     born     to     the     same     mother     and     father     ,     whilst     the     rest     of     their     siblings     are     technically     half     -     siblings     .     their     mother     disappeared     a     day     after     their     birth     ,     and     all     the     two     of     them     know     about     her     was     that     she     was     jewish     .     benji’s     the     second     oldest     of     the     six     horowitz     kids     ;     there’s     his     older     brother     (     24     -     25     )     ,     him     ,     his     younger     sister     (     20     -     21     )     ,     twin     sisters     jasmine     and     cora     (     both     15     )     and     a     younger     brother     ,     miles     (     12     )     .

his     older     brother     and     younger     sister     may     just     be     wcs     that     pop     up     on     the     main     .     stay     tuned     !

as     aforementioned     ,     their     father     is     the     only     commanlity     and     he’s     an     utter     deadbeat     .     drops     in     every     so     often     ,     leaves     cash     on     the     table     for     groceries     ,     and     fucks     off     again     .     they’re     not     really     sure     what’s     going     on     with     him     --- -     whether     he’s     an     alcoholic     ,     an     addict     ,     whether     he’s     got     another     family     somewhere     or     whether     he     just     hated     the     one     he     got     stuck     with     .     regardless     ,     those     kids     raised     themselves     ,     with     help     from     kindly     neighbours     and     do     -     gooders     around     town     .

they     learn     to     make     things     stretch     ,     to     ask     for     help     when     they     need     it     ,     to     make     things     work     .     their     dad     pays     the     bills     ,     at     the     very     least     ,     but     six     kids     are     a     handful     and     there’s     a     lot     involved     in     their     maintenance     .     most     of     the     time     it’s     up     to     benji     and     his     older     brother     (     tentatively     named     ezra     )     to     scrounge     up     money     for     field     trips     and     doctors’     visits     when     they’re     needed     ,     and     that’s     a     lot     of     responsibility     for     two     teenagers     to     handle     .

as     a     result     of     having     to     raise     what’s     essentially     4/5     of     an     on     -     court     basketball     team     ,     benji     doesn’t     give     much     thought     to     school     .     he’s     clever     ,     almost     painfully     so     ,     but     he     doesn’t     have     the     time     to     worry     about     apush     when     his     sisters     have     gastro     and     he’s     been     up     all     night     with     them     .     he     graduates     high     school     with     the     best     marks     he     can     considering     the     circumstances     .

if     he’d     been     raised     in     any     semblance     of     a     normal     circumstance     ,     he     would’ve     gone     on     to     study     music     at     university     .     instead     ,     he     gets     a     collection     of     shitty     jobs     ,     saves     up     to     buy     a     guitar     and     teaches     himself     to     write     music     .     as     a     kid     he     never     got     the     chance     to     explore     hobbies     and     whatnot     ,     so     his     late     adolescence     and     early     twenties     are     blissful     in     that     he     can     actually     do     that     ---     he     learns     that     he     likes     playing     the     guitar     and     that     he’s     good     at     it     .     he     also     likes     dnd     ,     smoking     terrible     weed     ,     drinking     cheap     vodka     and     watching     schlocky     b     -     grade     horror     movies     .     on     their     nights     off     he     and     ezra     have     little     movie     nights     ,     popcorn     and     a     stack     of     cheap     dvds     and     the     like     .

yes     ,     his     brother     is     his     best     friend     .     what     abt     it     .

at     present     ,     he’s     working     as     a     clerk     at     stacks     of     wax     ,     where     he     gets     high     in     the     stockroom     and     cries     ,     only     to     proceed     to     be     absolutely     wonderful     at     his     job     .     (     the     owners     have     learned     to     ignore     the     lingering     smell     of     pot     and     kleenex     .     )     he’s     also     a     postman     and     an     uber     eats     driver     ,     bc     he’s     poor     and     he     needs     to     help     his     family     out     .     he     still     lives     with     them     ,     all     six     horowitz     kids     in     the     same     house     .

idk     man     i     just     wanna     finish     these     intros     he’s     a     sad     dirtbag     who     makes     crude     jokes     and     cries     when     he     jacks     off     what     more     can     i     say

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑     𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑          ,          𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃          .

please     just     plot     with     me     im     just     a     liddol     creacher

#ballard.intro

[mundvngus]

“i pour alcohol into the gaping hole inside my chest. it does not heal. not today. maybe tomorrow.”

MUNDUNGUS FLETCHER is 26 years old and works as a THIEF/DRUG DEALER/ALL ROUND CRIMINAL and is loyal to THE OOTP they were an RAVENCLAW and are a HALFBLOODED. HE look like FRANK DILLANE.

CHARACTER PARALLELS: nick miller ( new girl ), creed bratton ( the office ), doug judy ( b99 ), jason mendoza ( the good place ), chris miles ( skins ), jesper fahey ( six of crows ), scott lang ( marvel ), lillian ( unbreakable kimmy schmidt ). AESTHETIC: scuffed knees, flicking a lighter over and over again, flowery shirts, walking in the middle of the street after midnight, a body covered in bruises and tattoos, naming stray cats, falling asleep on the subway, watching smoke curl against a starless, black nightsky, throwing empty beer bottles against a wall. LINKS: stats. pinboard. character tag. HEADS UP: there’s quite a bit of talk about drugs and stuff in here -- as well as shitty parenting. i trigger warned it before every bullet point tho!

history

ciannán o’donnell was a flighty man, one of many relationships and flings and little loyalty, and so his affair with kiyana fletcher did not last long. when she told him he was pregnant, he moved on to a different woman, and kiyana had her son alone, with her sister on her side. dung was born to a lonely and angry woman, who had fallen for the charms and winks of a crooked criminal who spoke empty promises and lied for a living.

he grew up with his mum – a halfblooded witch and by far his favourite person in the world – in cork, attending muggle school there. he knew who his dad was, but wasn’t quite sure how to feel about —- EVERYONE knew who his dad was, a well known muggle criminal and dealer, a name notorious among the older kids at his school, a father to many. he’s like the robert baratheon of ireland, to be honest, planting bastards on every corner. lol. knowing he was one of his many kids was hard; he’d never met any of them, but he knew they were there, from his mother, from his aunt.

he met his dad for the first time at age seven, and was nothing but impressed. his dad showered him with gifts, his mum watching with a furious look on her face but biting her tongue. that moment was a switch for dung; he felt the need to impress his dad. he stole some sweets from a store on his way home from school a week later, fished some pennies out of the pockets of his classmates a few months later. when he phoned his dad to tell him, his laugh was warm and filled with life.

his relationship with his dad got better as his behaviour got worse. the thrill of stealing, of doing stuff he wasn’t supposed to, lit him not only on fire because ti was exciting, but also because he knew his dad would adore it. his mother’s worried questions and look only drove him to his dad, who liked it when he did bad things, who didn’t try and ground him ( looking back, he knows that that was stupid, but back then he was blindsided, obsessed with the mystery that was his dad ).

abuse tw // his father was abusive. period. he’s a wicked man, who has blood on his hands of people who were in his way, and he doesn’t love anything but winning and money and the high of victory. he manipulated mundungus, pushed him towards bad behaviours, showed him his bad sides when he was disappointed. most of the abuse was mental and verbal, but sometimes it turned physical as well. it’s toxic. mundungus hasn’t allowed himself to admit that to himself yet, though. end of tw //

drugs, smoking, alcohol tw // attending hogwarts was good, at first. it forced him to focus on other stuff, for a while, but his summers and winter breaks forced him back into his old behaviours. his world was split; at hogwarts, he was a loud and lively, but still a pretty good student, while at home he fell deeper and deeper in crossing lines and boundaries. he lit his first cigarette at age ten, drank his first beer at age twelve, smoked his first spliff when he turned fourteen, as a present from his dad. end of tws //

hogwarts also meant friends --- the dick squad was founded here, consisting out of dorcas, doc, daisy and dung himself. these three people meant everything to mundungus, to be honest, let him see the ways people could love each other without conditions or out of obligation. they were chaotic and messy and wrecked havoc on the castle but --- damn it, they’re his family, and he’d die for them.

drugs tw // it was in his later years that these two worlds started overlapping. his dad trusted him with a bit of produce, gave him some weed to sell at hogwarts after his christmas break in his fifth year, and it was a success. ever since, dung became pretty well known for selling a little bit of this and that. a lively spirit, he always did so with a bit of a grin, but he was also pretty fond of the stuff he sold, indulging quite a lot when business was a little slow.

he also stole a lot from rich purebloods, because fuck them

i guess ... this is where the messiness really did ... explode? mundungus liked the taste of drugs. he liked the taste of doing illegal things. he liked the taste of earning money and feeling powerful and he loved it all. he grew more dependent on alcohol and drugs. he wanted to flee, too. the world was a nasty fucking place and he knew that all too well and, fucking hell, don’t blame him for wanting to escape every now and then. end of tw //

he graduated at one point which? is a miracle? i think they just wanted to get rid of him tbh!!! but yeah, dung did Try a little at hogwarts, as he respects the hell out of dumbledore and stuff, but he was still not a good student. after graduation, he kind of joined up with his dad and started doing some illegal stuff in the wizarding world too, because why the hell not? he was good at it.

dung had no plans to join either side of the war, tbh, even though he’ss v much against the de’s cause. he’s a self serving kid!! but then he kind of got in a nasty situation where both alastor and dumbledore got him out of trouble ( that might have sent him to fucking azkaban, what a fucking idiot ) and well, dung might be a shithead, but he felt indebted to them and kind of rolled into the order.

and well --- the order was a newfound family. messy, of course, and full of chaos and distrust, but --- heck, mundungus found a lot of people there that he did end up feeling loyal to. and while that was scary, as mundungus prefers being a lone wolf ( or raccoon ), it was a kind of wonderful, too?

and -- get this -- he was an asset. his ties to the criminal world, with his ability to steal and sneak around like less than a shadow. he was useful, and mundungus fletcher had never been useful in his life before. what a weird feeling that was --- oh boy, but it was good, too. mundungus likes it. he could build on that and improve greatly and he has fucking potential to become a better person. he really wants to, too, because he feels incredibly indebted to alastor and dumbledore akjfsdf.

dont hold your breath, tho, he’s probably not going to improve a lot

mundungus doesn’t technically have a home. his mother’s place is his home, i guess, but he’s not there a lot. he crashes on couches, breaks into muggle homes of people who are on vacation ( always leaving it the way it was, but with a bit of a smell ) or in a squatter’s home, which he thinks is an iconic scene.

drugs tw // besides his work for the order, mundungus does a bit of this and that. he still works for his dad a little, dealing some drugs for him, but he’s mostly focused on making his way through the wizarding world’s underground and making a name for himself there. he sees no reason to try and find another career, finds the things he does now thrilling and exciting and honestly, he doesn’t have much of a way out. 

abuse tw // his dad has a hold on him. sure, he can drop his criminal activities in the wizarding world, but when it comes to his dad's business, he’s stuck. his father isn’t going to allow him to walk away –  that much should be obvious. he knows too much. and then there’s mundungus’ wish to always please his father, and his father’s endless dissatisfaction. it’s messy and bad and toxic and we all hate mundungus’ dad. end of tws // 

addiction tw // what it all boils down to is that mundungus is chaotic. he never stays in one place too long, doesn’t have a consistent job, strays away from commitment and stability. he’s addicted, to drugs, alcohol, cigarettes and adrenaline. he’s self serving, in the end. he’s seeking for validation, deep down, and endlessly scared of all that’s happening around him. he’s alone, dreadfully so, but that’s the way he prefers it. end of tw //

personality & tidbits 

mundungus is a lowkey tortured artist. he writes awful poetry and draws a lot and he loves painting if he has time. he’s in love with the beat generation, mostly. he’s very private about this kind of stuff, though. it's his thing, and his alone. some of his tattoos he’s designed himself tho!! and we love and stan!!

his stance in the war is something that’s … pretty unknown, i imagine. mundungus benefits from appearing neutral, has connections in both the pureblood and muggle world. he likes to come across as that shady dude who will do whatever you ask of him for the right price.

can usually be spotted wearing The Coat, a rly expensive, vintage long coat that he once stole of a pureblood. he’s enlarged the pockets with some handy spellwork and pretty much carries everything he owes in there, like his produce and his money and his second pair of shoes and his art supplies and probably some random trash. 

is a bit smelly, so give him a shower

most likely to show up at your doorstep at 5am with some flowers and a shit eating grin, saying “can i sleep on yer couch?”

mundungus LOVES animals but doesn’t have any because of his lack of a home. his mother has a dog, though, and he loves that dog. he also feels v connected to stray dogs and cats and can be found petting and feeding them a lot.

hates himself deeply, doesn’t think he’s worth anyone’s time (despite constantly demanding it), has a low opinion of himself. he doesn’t get it if people care about him, to be honest? the only person he can properly accept it of is his mother, but even that’s complicated.

plots!

CUSTOMERS // a simple, easy connection! basically someone who buys drugs (also does like medicinal stuff? but also drugs-drugs) of mundungus or has paid him (good money) to nick something for them. he’s pretty down to do most things as long as it’s for the right price! 

PARTY FRIENDS // dung likes getting wasted / high / fucked up and having a good ol’ time with people. sure, he’s done it alone, but he prefers doing it with others. there’s a lot of room for diff options here?

YOU SAVED ME ONCE // ( alcohol tw ) a plot where someone got dung to a hospital when he got alcohol poisoning and basically saved his life?? meaning?? mundungus feels indebted and he hates that but!! he’s gonna pay your char back! he promises! 

UNDER PRESSURE // i imagine that dung has some ties to de’s as well bc of his less than legal work so? maybe some death eater could try and put some pressure on him? get him to do some dirty job bc it’d not matter if he died … etc etc 

UNDER PRESSURE 2.0 // on the other hand, i bet some order members are like 👀 at dung? this one’d be for order members who’re like … making sure that dung is still loyal and here?? making him feel a bit?? queasy?? 

ONE NIGHT STANDS // dung isnt rly good at romance but he’s good at no strings attached sex. this’d work in a lot of ways and w a lot of characters so imma keep this p open! dung is bi btw!!

THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY // your average angsty exes plot? mundungus is flighty, and while he does feel feelings for people, he’s not … good with commitment. this’d be a relationship that he broke off bc he got scared or ?? something else??

COUCHES // i need some couches that mundungus can crash on adkjfhsdf he needs a place ... to sleep. he will pay you back with drugs or ... stolen goods? money? something that he didnt acquire lawfully

#maraudrs:intro

[kee-writestrashh]

Guns for Hire

Ramsay Bolton x Reader

ao3

Summary:  You are the wife to the Heir of the Red Kings, Ramsay Bolton. living the undercover life of a mob wife has its perks, and you love your husband. But you find out something that seems to unfold a series of unwanted events…

Chapter 43: Sex and Candy

"Oh man. Eating this reminds me of the one rodeo we went to, the one where I broke my leg on the barrel, remember?" Whit said, eyeing her noodles closely.

"Oh my God yes! I don't know how I could forget. We were so fucking sick. And I was on my period. I didn't even attempt to wash those pants, I just threw them away." You laughed, cheeks warming as you remembered the embarrassment.

"Can you believe that's been like ten years ago? When did we get so old?" Whit said with a sigh, leaning against Jared.

"As I recall, you also ruined my brand new ostrich skin Tony's on that trip." Jared smirked, eyeing you over the top of his glass.

"Well as I recall they were the ugliest pair of boots I've ever seen. Besides it was your fault. If you hadn't made me eat all those jello shots." You said, stabbing your fork at him.

"Mhm. But I guess all those belt buckles we won in those two weeks made up for it." Jared sighed with a small grin.

"Belt buckles?" Ramsay asked, finally setting his glass down long enough to speak.

You snorted, "yeah. You know... well, you wouldn't, would you? Belt buckles are given as trophies at rodeos. Whit used to barrel race. Jared and I were a team roping duo. Anyways, we were damn good, once upon a time. Pride and joy of our hometown, outside of our high school basketball teams. But I smoked weed, so I didn't bother to play. But I wasn't required to piss in a cup to rope a steer. I'm surprised you didn't take note of my belt buckle case at mom and dad's. I mean... I guess it's the same as boxing right? Don't you like get belts or some shit for that?"

Ramsay said nothing, staring into his empty glass.

Did Roose have any of Ramsay's boxing artifacts? Probably not. They both loved to deal deathly blows to one another.

"Your mom still got all those videos?" Whit asked, watching Kasey roll a ball for the puppy, which she has started calling Moose.

"Probably. She still has my first pair of boots." You said with a grin. Not for the first time feeling a small homesick pang in your chest. You pushed the ache away.

"Belt buckles." Ramsay muttered, rising from the couch to refill his glass.

"Make excellent bottle openers." You called after him.

"You know, it's funny to see you all high maintenance now. Never woulda expected it." Jared smirked at you.

You rolled your eyes, "yeah, I clean up real nice. But I won't lie. I miss home sometimes. The quietness. My horses. Hunting. Fishing. Maybe our son will have an act for all that."

"Names?" Whit asked, finally setting her empty plate down.

You shrugged, "not yet. I'm waiting on Ramsay."

"No names at all?" Whit pressed.

You shrugged. The truth was... there were about a million, and yet not a single one that seemed good enough to fit your son.

"How's your bar coming along?" Jared asked, holding his glass up as Ramsay walked back into the living room holding out a bottle in question.

"Great, actually. The contractor is super awesome. He's got people working on it everyday. Rain or shine. About another month to go. I am so excited. I miss working." You said in excitement.

"Well, you best let us know when opening day is. We have yet to get shit faced at a bar together. Everyone can come up." Jared said, pulling a face as he took a drink and set his glass down.

Listening to Whit and Jared recount work and hometown bullshit was so nice. How you had missed them. It was so nice to have your two best friends back. You couldn't help but notice how quiet and uncomfortable Ramsay was. It gave you a savage pleasure to be the one twisting his arm. He watched you closely as you talked and how you reacted to Jared especially.

Whit had pulled Kasey into her lap and you couldn't help but admire it. Someday that would be you and your son. You would make him giggle as you helped him count his fingers. You would laugh with him about things that made no sense. You would kiss his scraped knees, and hold him close when he was tired.

"What about you, (y/n)?" Whit said.

You blinked tears away furiously with a sniff, "What's up?"

"If you could do anything in the world tomorrow, what would it be?"

"Be a beekeeper." You said automatically.

Ramsay gave you a funny look.

"I love honey. And bees." You said defensively.

"More like you love to live life on the edge, anaphylactic." Whit chuckled.

You shrugged, "yeah, well... I would have no regrets."

"Regret. Funny thing isn't it?" Jared sighed.

You knew he was talking about his father. Jared's father had left home on Jared's 15th birthday. It tore him up. He was hurt, still. Then right before graduation his father had attempted to reenter his life. Jared had told him to fuck off, and later that night received a phone call that his father had committed suicide by jumping off the old county bridge over a set of train tracks. Had waited on the next train. But, in some fucked up twist it had not killed him on impact, but left to suffer and die alone beside the tracks in the pouring rain. It had been the deciding factor in Jared's career. To become a medic. He blamed himself.

"What's the point in regret? It gets you nowhere." Ramsay said in icy tones.

You looked between the two men. Both angry and bitter over the father cards they were dealt.

You slid your hand into Ramsay's and gave a loving squeeze. He squeezed back.

You pulled your hand away, grabbing up plates to take to the kitchen. Ramsay rose too and helped you carry the trash to the kitchen.

You turned to Ramsay with a grin and placed a kiss to his cheek.

"Jealousy looks horrible on you." You whispered, "but it is kinda cute."

Ramsay gave a derisive snort, pulling away from you.

"So I feel obligated to tell you, that Jared is my cousin. Our grandmas were sisters. We were born four months apart, so we literally grew up together. I'm not a cousin fucker."

Ramsay gave you a long look, set his plate down, and left without saying anything.

It made you laugh. You grabbed a bag of gummy bears off the kitchen table and returned to your perch on the couch. Ramsay took your candy to dig out all his favorite ones.

"Babe, will you take the dog out?" You asked, looking up at your husband, as you had rested your head in his lap.

He looked down at you through his tired, bloodshot eyes and gave a nod, untangling his hand from your hair. He nudged you to sit up.

"I'll show y'all to your room." You said, rising from the couch with a yawn.

Jared helped Whit up, who was holding a sleeping Kasey. You showed them to a spare bedroom at the opposite end on the house.

"Sorry it's small, but the couch pulls out into a bed, so everyone has room." You said.

"Beats a nasty hotel any day." Jared nodded.

"There's a bathroom through that door. It's got a shower. Toilet is kinda sketch... But ya know... can't have your cake and eat it too, even when you're rich. Lemme know if you need anything. Good night." You smiled, closing the door behind you as you left.

You walked down the hall, suppressing a scream as a pair of hands grabbed you and pulled you into the dark laundry room.

"Rams!" You hissed, turning to your husband and pinching his side.

He squirmed slightly, pushing you into the door. It clicked closed behind you.

"I still wanna fuck you while you bend over the dryer." He growled in your ear.

"Only if it's better than last time." You replied with a smirk.

"Better than last time? As I remember it, you were screaming and begging. I had to hold you up when I made you cum." He purred, running his hands along your body.

"Really? I don't think I remember that. You must have been drunk." You said with a sly grin, the warmth already spreading through you at his touch.

"Let me remind you then." He replied, ghosting his lips across your jaw, nipping at your ear, his breath hot, slow, and purposefully seductive.

You clawed at his hips, pulling him closer, grinding your hips against him.

"When's the last time you were tied up?" He whispered, pushing his hips into you.

"I don't remember, daddy. Been at least a month or two?" You replied, heart pounding harder with every beat.

"Has it really been that long?" He asked, a bemused expression on his face.

You huffed, "yeah. We've been so busy lately. Always going. It's almost fucking March. When did that happen?"

"Well, I will have to fix that sometime soon." He said with a nod, pulling your shirt up over your head.

You slid your pants down and stepped out of them as you removed your bra.

He gingerly attempted to take his shirt off, grimacing as he struggled to avoid touching his arm. You thought of helping him, but enjoyed watching the struggle.

He caught the amusement on your face and narrowed his eyes.

You smirked, batting your lashes, "yes, my love?"

"Help me." He hissed.

"There's no helping you, dear." You sniggered, stepping around him to lean back against the cold dryer.

"I will hurt you." He growled, finally managing to pull his shirt off.

"Awe, the poor baby getting pissy?" You mocked.

He stepped into you, grabbing your face, "I don't know when you got so brave, baby girl, but I will put you back in your place."

"Do it." You breathed, pushing your body flush to his.

"Is that a challenge?" He growled, sliding his hand to your neck.

You held your head up higher with a smirk, "I wouldn't dream of challenging you."

He stared at you, dropping his hand, and finally letting a laugh escape him.

"That was a good one."

"I was hoping you'd catch it, Mufasa." You chuckled, letting a gasp escape you as he turned you around and pushed you into the cold metal.

You propped you elbow up on the surface, resting your chin on your hand, waiting on Ramsay to pull his pants off.

He pressed his warm body into you. You pushed back into him, using your hands against the edge of the dryer to push back further into him, keeping your pregnant stomach from being pressed to the dryer.

You ground against him as he ran his hand up the curve of your spine.

"Not before I say you can." He whispered, running his finger along your clit and making a small noise of longing to find you already wet.

"Don't tease, baby. I've had to wait all damn day." You implored.

"That sounds like a problem you put on yourself." He growled in your ear as he pushed himself inside you.

"Mm, please daddy. I just want to come undone and cuddle with you." You breathed with a small whine, as you pushed yourself further back into him.

"What's in it for me?" He asked, grabbing your hips tight and thrusting.

"What do you want?" You wanted, knuckles white from the force you used to clutch the edge of the dryer.

"What do you want to give?" He breathed, pulling you closer, releasing a hip, and running his finger tips up your back.

"Get me off and I'll blow you, if that would please you." You purred, arching your back at his touch.

"Deep throat me and it's a deal." He breathed, running his hand along your ass, trailing his finger tips over your hip bone, and sweeping his thumb lightly over your clit as he thrust into you again.

"Of course, daddy." You moaned, giving a small jerk at the sudden pleasure as he rubbed firm circles against your sensitive nub with his thumb, as he slowly fucked you.

Your breath caught as he worked his magic with his hand. You swallowed hard, choking back the loud noises threatening to escape you as you met your high, your body giving a violent tremor.

He pulled away from you, turning you to face him. He kissed you deeply, cupping your face.

You made a blind grab at the shelf next to you for a spare blanket. You dropped it at your feet, pulling away from your husband to lower yourself to your knees.

"Man, I'm only half way to the finish line and this is already getting hard." You sighed, resting your forehead against his leg.

"I'll make it quick." He said, tangling his hand in your hair.

You took a deep breath, licked your lips, and took him in your mouth. You tasted yourself on him as you ran your tongue slowly along him.

He pushed his hips into you and you took him in further. You pushed everything aside in your mind and relaxed completely as he snaked his other hand in your hair.

You gripped his thighs and closed your eyes tight, drawing a deep breath through your nose as he slowly fucked your throat.

He drew a sharp breath with every thrust, and you grabbed at his thighs tighter, pressing your tongue against him firmly, until he drew a rugged gasp and you felt his dick throb at his release; the hot, thick cum sliding down the back of your throat.

You swallowed and released your grip on him as he pulled away from you. You looked up at him with a small grin, leaning back on your knees.

He heaved a sigh, releasing your hair, offering his hand to you.

You let him help you stand again.

"For as amazing as I'm sure that is for you, it kinda sucks. I don't really get to taste you." You said, gathering up the blanket, shaking it out, and wrapping it around you.

He smirked, grabbing a pair if shorts off the top of his pile of freshly laundered clothes you never got around to putting up this afternoon.

×××

[You: hey, wanna have lunch with me?]

[E: sure, there's a new place on post I haven't been to yet. I get from 12 to 13:30.]

[You: shweet. See ya at noon.]

"Hey baby, wanna go to lunch?" You asked, walking in the living room and glancing down at Ramsay sprawled on the couch.

"Busy, baby girl." He replied, looking up from his phone.

Your face fell slightly, "oh. Okay. Well I'm going to lunch with Eli and Whit and Jared."

"Where?"

"Um, not sure. Somewhere on base. A new place according to E."

Ramsay nodded, "Alright. Be careful."

"Always." You smiled, leaning awkwardly over the couch to give him a quick kiss.

"Cute little place." You said with a small smirk giving Eli a hug.

"Eh, they have awesome steak apparently." Eli chuckled, glancing over at Whit, Jared, and Kasey.

"Baby cousin E!" Jared said mockingly, shaking your brothers hand.

"Kinfolk." Eli chuckled.

"Look at you. All grown up and shit." Whit said, running her hand through Kasey's hair.

Eli sat beside you and looked between you and the others. He cleared his throat, "so, uh... what brings y'all here?"

"Your darling sister. She needed some help." Whit said, opening a 3 pack of crayons for Kasey.

You noted how quiet Kasey was. So different than lively, outspoken Kaden.

"Then y'all are also...?" Eli asked with a raised brow.

"Yep. The family that mobs together, stays together." Jared laughed with a wink.

"So, heard from your mama, you're getting married?" Whit said, raising her brows at Eli.

"So it would seem." Eli said, looking pointedly at you as he spoke.

You rolled your eyes, "Don't blame me. You did it to yourself. I didn't wanna force your hand, but you made me."

"Right." Eli tutted.

"At least she isn't some random ass whore. You said you've known her for years. I noted the way you looked at her." You shrugged, busying yourself with the menu.

"Well, when y'all saying 'I do'?" Jared asked, glancing between you and your brother.

"Thinking mid April. Gives us awhile to throw shit together and her family time to make arrangements." Eli said, trying to keep his voice even. But you noted a hint of nervousness and excitement.

"I'm paying, by the way. I can afford to make your special day, well, special. Nothing but the best for the baby of the family." You smiled.

Eli's ears turned a bright red. He cleared his throat, "speaking of, when is the last time you talked to Ruth?"

You frowned at the menu, and heaved a sigh.

"I dunno. She doesn't talk to me. Has me blocked on everything. I honestly don't think I've talked to her in like four years." You shrugged, pushing the anger at your older sister away.

"You know she will be at the wedding..." Eli said, raising a brow at you.

"Well, that's fine. She can continue to ignore me there too. It's her problem, not mine." You said, a bit more aggressively than you had meant.

"Sis, what happened?" Eli asked, watching you closely.

You gave an unamused laugh, "her dickbag husband tried to fuck me when they came out to see me at my apartment before they went on that world vacation or whatever. He forced himself on me and she walked in. Blamed me for it all. Called me a white trash whore and never spoke to me again. Never even gave me a chance to tell her what happened. I assume she is still with him?"

You looked at the expressions on everyone's faces and gave a half shrug.

"Well then..." Jared said, clearing his throat rather awkwardly.

"To answer your question, yes she is." Whit nodded.

"Of course." You sighed, "keep them away from me at the wedding, and don't breathe a word of it to Ramsay. He'd love an excuse to kill someone at a wedding. I'm sure it's on his bucket list or something."

×××

"Do you have to do that at the table? We eat here." You said, frowning at Ramsay and Alyn as you put clean dishes away.

"Where else am I going to do it?" Ramsay asked, cutting open the package of white powder as Alyn opened a box of baggies.

"Just don't make a mess." You muttered, stacking plates.

"So, what was the fuck screaming about when you were leaving?" Alyn said, filling a bag and setting it on a scale and pulling a marker to tag the bag.

Ramsay tutted in amusement, "I was asking him questions, getting bored of him, always asking who I am and why I'm doing what I'm doing... so I asked him what he could tell me about the Lannister's. Rattles off some useless shit. Move on to the Tyrell's. More useless shit. So I say to him, 'what can you tell me about the Bolton's?' I was ready to rub it in his face who I am and he says some shit he heard in passing, before he was placed on leave, there was some kind mutiny going on that would result in my death if I didn't watch it." He chuckled.

You dropped a bowl, it shattered on the floor. You panicked, kneeling down to pick up the largest pieces. You looked up to see Ramsay and Alyn looking at you.

"S-sorry. I've become clumsy lately. Pregnancy is weird." You said quickly, cheeks burning.

Ramsay rose from his chair and grabbed the broom.

"Says you're gunna snuff it, huh?" Alyn said, weighing another bag.

Ramsay laughed, "apparently so. But I'm not too worried about it. Half the shit he told me were false rumors. Cops are stupid. Believe anything they're told."

You placed the glass shards on the counter, taking the broom from Ramsay, avoiding eye contact.

"Where did he hear it?" You asked, trying to sound unconcerned and simply conversational.

Ramsay shrugged and sat back in his seat, "some Kings man, rattling shit off to get let go."

You nodded, turning away from Ramsay completely to sweep glass in the dustpan.

"So you don't think it's true?" You questioned.

"Nope. I'd already be dead if that were the case. Father has threatened to kill me multiple times." Ramsay replied, lighting a cigarette.

"Do you keep him guarded?"

Ramsay set his lighter on the table, "Nah. No one would dare go up there. Besides, he's not going anywhere. But having men up there all the time would start to look suspicious if anyone took notice."

You gave a small nod, emptying the dustpan in the trash, an idea forming.

"Man, this is Lannister shit. Ben's gunna have a hard time getting it out. After the Martell shit we've been selling." Alyn said, sliding a twenty to Ramsay for the line he just snorted.

"If nothing else I'll just dump it and give father the cash from my shit." Ramsay shrugged, pocketing the bill, and turning his attention to you, "What are you doing this afternoon?"

You leaned against the counter, chewing your lip, "I need to go get groceries. Thought maybe I would stop by the salon and get my nails fixed if I feel up to it. It's been awhile."

Ramsay nodded, "alright baby girl, I'll leave the jeep with you then."

You nodded, turning back to the dishes, glancing at the clock. It was nearing 2:30.

"Sure this is a good idea?" Tyene asked, looking around.

You dug around in the bag, pulling out the Kylo helmet and a knife. You pulled your hair back and put the helmet on.

"No. But I have to know what he knows." You said, trying to bite back the laugh at the way your voice.

Tyene sniggered, walking into the hospital behind you.

"Pick this lock." You said holding your phone light over the lock on the door.

Tyene took the lock and pulled out her pick.

"Ew. It smells rancid in here." Tyene said, turning up her nose and pulling her shirt up.

"You can wait in the hall if you want. It won't take me long." You whispered, thankful for the helmet. You couldn't smell the room. All you could smell was Ramsay.

Tyene shut the door behind her. You flipped the light switch, taking in Theon with disgust. His torture wounds were turning nasty shades of greens and yellows. He must have been in excruciating pain.

You pulled the bag from over his face and sat in the metal seat across from him.

He cowered in fear, glimpsing your knife.

"The quicker you give me information, the quicker I leave. And no matter who comes in here next, you won't say shit about this. And you will tell no one any of the information you give me, no matter how much pain is inflicted. Do you understand? Give me what I want and I have a reward for you." You said quickly, feeling slightly unnerved by how much you sounded like your husband by offering rewards.

Theon whimpered, lip trembling.

"Tell me what you know about Ramsay Bolton and the Red Kings."

"I... I don't know." Theon whispered hoarsely.

You slapped him across the face, "tell me what you know!"

"Hi-his father is going to send his executioner to kill him whenever they find out what his wife is having!" Theon cried.

You gave a frustrated sigh. Outdated fucking information. Of course. Anger swelled. Without thinking, you punched Theon with as much force as you could across the place you had slapped him. A numbing pain spreading through your hand.

"Who's the executioner?" You demanded.

"Man named Locke!" Theon gasped.

You frowned. Well, at least you had a name and face to watch out for. Maybe you could pull up his files while Ramsay was gone or something.

You rose from your chair and crossed back across the room. You opened the door to find Tyene playing on her phone.

"Water." You said, holding your hand out. Tyene pulled a bottle from the front pocket of her hoodie and handed it to you.

You returned to Theon, helping him drink the water. He inhaled it like they did in the movies; when lost in a desert and finding an oasis.

You slammed the door on your way out, replacing the lock and sighing, as you pulled the helmet off.

"So?" Tyene asked as you both emerged back into the day light.

You shrugged, "nothing really. But he gave me a name. So it's a start. Now, let's go get groceries. I'm a bottomless pit lately."

"Good thing you're rich. 'Pregnant woman buying all of aisle one'!" She laughed as she climbed in the jeep.

You threw the helmet and knife back into the bag and climbed in the driver's seat, "shut up. It's not that bad."

Tyene chuckled. You rolled your eyes.

×××

"Mkay boys. Put my groceries away." You said, tossing the keys on the kitchen table and walking into the living room to sit down.

Ramsay, Matt, and Damon grumbled as they got up from the table.

"How'd lunch with your brother go? I forgot to ask earlier." Ramsay said, falling into the couch beside you, opening a bag of M&Ms.

"It was pleasant. Working on setting up a wedding date. Aren't you supposed to be putting groceries away?" You said, raising a brow and smacking your gum.

Ramsay snorted, "I pay them to do shit I don't want to."

"You're a brat, you know that?" You said, giving him a stern look.

"Someone has to rival you." He chuckled, resting his head in your lap as he shifted on the couch. "Watch. Matt!"

Matt appeared in the doorway, "sup?"

The poor kid looked a mess with his two black eyes and busted lip. He had required stitches to his brow and cheek. His hands cut up and blistered from the fire.

Ramsay held his hand out to the coffee table where the remote sat a foot out of his reach.

"My Sith powers are not working. There has been a disturbance in the force, it seems. I think it's your lack of faith in it. Fix it."

Matt ran his tongue over his bottom lip, looking like he would rather do anything else than hand your man-child husband the remote.

"I'd love to help, sir... But the thing is... the Resistance has me held captive on Jakku." He replied, holding up a grocery bag with a slight shake. "May the force be with you."

"In case of burning, run under cold water for ten to fifteen minutes!" You laughed, as Ramsay sat up quickly, gaping slightly at Matt's nerve.

"The fuck?" Ramsay grumbled, rising from the couch, making Matt flinch and retreat to the kitchen quickly.

You grabbed your husband's arm and pulled him back down, "oh no. You leave him alone. He's finally learning. Just like you wanted."

"People don't sass me." He growled.

"Well you have been sassed, and it was a glorious burn. The kid gets a free pass on this one. Wit was spot on."

"I'm just gonna break his nose a bit more than it already is. Little shit isn't going to talk to me like that without being punished."

"I'll take his place. You can punish me, daddy." You said with a sweet smile.

"You'd take his place, huh?" He said slowly, running his eyes over you.

You nodded, "would that make master happy?"

"I guess we will just have to see." He smirked, rising from the couch and pulling you up with him.

"What do you have in mind?" You asked, leading him down the hall.

He stopped suddenly, pulling his hand away. You stopped, turning to him in confusion.

"What's wrong?" You asked with a slight frown.

He took your hand in his, running his thumb along the tops of your knuckles.

"What happened to your hand?" He asked, examining the bruises forming.

"I told you. I've become clumsy. The weight has thrown me off balance." You lied, suddenly annoyed at yourself for punching the Greyjoy.

"Punching old ladies at the grocery store are you?" He asked, raising a brow.

You snorted, "Well, when there's only one can of whipped cream left."

"You got a can of whipped cream?" He asked with a smirk.

"Yes. And you would know that if you had put the groceries away." You winked, tugging your hand back.

"But really, what did you do to your hand?" He said turning serious.

"I tripped over the puppy this morning and caught myself on the door when I was bringing him in." You said, hoping the lie would suffice.

Ramsay pushed you into the bedroom, locking the door behind him. Before he could make his move you crossed the room and pulled the silk tie from your robe.

You turned to face him with a grin, "it's my turn. Now get naked."

"And if I say no?" He asked, stepping further into the room.

"I'll shoot you in the knee." You shrugged, climbing up on the bed.

With a grimace, Ramsay pulled his shirt off, and undid his belt.

"Hurry up. Fuck." You whined, impatiently.

Ramsay raised his brows at you with a smirk, "You are still fully dressed."

"Point being?" You asked, giving him a dismissive wave with the silk tie.

"Alright, alright." He chuckled, stepping out of his pants and crawling onto the bed.

You grabbed his hands, climbing onto his chest. He buried his face between your legs, inhaling deeply with a longing groan as you tied his hands to the bed post.

"Why are you still dressed?" He asked, biting the inside seam of your pants.

"Because we are going to play a game. I ask questions, and if you answer correctly I will take off one article of clothing. Of your choice. If you answer wrong, I get to inflict pain on you, wherever I choose." You whispered, sitting up straight.

"Fire away then, little momma." He smirked, bringing his eyes up to yours.

"I'll start easy. What's my favorite color?"

Ramsay rolled his eyes, "grey. Now take these pants off."

You slid off the bed, taking your pants off, and climbing back on him. He made a small noise at the fact that you weren't wearing underwear.

"What's my favorite romance movie?"

Ramsay tutted, "probably the Notebook."

You dug your nails into his side.

He hissed through a grin, "Alright. It's Roman Holiday then."

You narrowed your eyes, "how'd you know that?"

He chuckled, "I pay attention. Shirt, get it off."

You pulled your shirt over your head, tossing it aside, watching him run his eyes over you.

"Stop." You said, heat creeping up your neck and face, frowning at the budgle of your belly.

He brought his eyes to yours, "why?"

"Because I'm getting fat and gross." You sighed, losing your gusto.

"Says who?" He asked with a small grin.

"You don't think... I mean..." You said with a shrug, not sure how to word it.

"Why would I? It's my fault isn't it?" He chuckled, shifting his hips up until you fell forward.

You caught yourself on the blankets and he caught your lips in a kiss.

"Why do you like to threaten me?" You murmured against his lips.

"That's my business." He sneered.

You sat up straight and slapped him.

"Answer my question." You growled.

"Make me." He purred with a wink.

You looked down at him with a wicked grin, leaning forward to kiss him.

A hammering came in the door, "Boss!"

You sat up straight, frowning deeply. Ramsay picked his head up, frowning at the door as well.

"I'm busy!" He shouted back, looking annoyed.

"Joffrey Baratheon is dead! Just ate it at his own wedding reception!" Damon called from the other side of the door.

Ramsay dropped his head back into the pillow and stared up at you. From nowhere he let out a loud, fanatical laugh.

As if on cue his phone rang from across the room.

"Can you get that doll? I'm a bit... restrained at the moment." He chuckled.

You rolled your eyes, climbing off him, and snatching up his phone from his pants pocket. You glanced down: father.

You hit answer and then speaker with a wide smile, "hello, Roose."

"(y/n), where's Ramsay?"

"I'm here." Ramsay said with a small grunt, as you climbed back up on him and dropped his phone on his chest, taking your bra off.

"But where are you?"

"At home. Where I've been for the last four hours." He said lazily, running his tongue over his bottom lip as his eyes wandered over your body.

"So you have no idea why I am calling you?"

Ramsay smirked, "nope. I'm afraid not. I've been behaving like a good boy."

You rolled your eyes at the sneer in his voice, leaning in to kiss along his jaw.

"Cut the shit, Ramsay. What are you playing at?" Roose said coldly on the other end.

"No game. I mean it. Whatever you're thinking, I've nothing to do with. My hands are currently tied. Literally. To my bed. And you are interrupting what I'm sure will be some bomb ass sex. I can send pics if you'd like. Maybe even a whole video, if you want. I think I have the wife worked up enough to consent."

You took his earlobe between your teeth, grinding against his hips, feeling his skin slick with your wetness. He shifted, canting his hips up into you.

Roose heaved an irritable sigh, "Ramsay, if I find out otherwise..."  

Ramsay let a very exaggerated moan escape from his chest as you worried a hickey on his neck, "right, father. You'll kill me. Got it. But right now I have a very horny, pregnant wife to take care of. Feel free to come by for dessert and coffee or something." He panted, trying to lean forward to nip at your neck.

You heard the click on the other line and let out a giggle, pulling away from your husband.

"You didn't have anything to do with the idiot's death, did you?" You asked quietly, trailing your fingers across his chest, sliding his phone to the floor.

"No, baby girl. I didn't. But I give major thumbs up to whoever did. Now, let me go so I can fuck you."

"Mm, no. I think I'll keep you like this." You smiled, kissing along his collarbone. You sat up, "actually..." You hummed sliding off the bed and untying him, "I have a new game."

He sat up, rubbing his wrist, "What's that?"

You picked up his pants and slid his belt free, "I'm thinking of a place on my body I want you to kiss. You get five guesses."

"And if I guess wrong?" He asked with a dark grin.

You held up the belt with a sweet smile.

"And if I guess right?" He asked, raising a brow, reaching out to grab your hand.

"You get to do whatever you want. But you won't be winning." You purred, stepping into him.

"I hardly lose, baby girl." He hummed, pulling you down onto him as he laid back. "How do I know you aren't cheating?"

You grinned, rolling off him and laying back into the bed next to him, "You don't. Shall we begin?"

He pushed himself up, running his eyes over you, determining his first guess.

You felt him shake as he held himself up with his injured arm, as he leaned into you and placed a kiss to your lips.

It was warm and hungry as he took your bottom lip between his teeth, biting and sucking gently.

Your breath caught and you let a small moan escape you.

"I know I wasted my first guess, but, it was worth it. A calculated risk I think I can afford." He grinned, releasing your lip.

"But now I have to hurt you." You pouted, sitting up, clutching the belt in your hands.

"Mhm. Do it, baby girl." He purred, turning to expose part of his bare back. "Hard as you can."

You took a deep breath, pulling your hand back, gripping the belt as hard as you could. You bit your lip and swallowed hard as the leather came into contact with his skin.

He drew in a small hiss and gave a jerk. He turned back to you.

"When did you learn to hit so hard?" He panted, ravaging you with his eyes.

You gave a small shrug, and an innocent smile. "One." You whispered.

"I know where you want me to kiss you, baby girl. But I think I like the pain, so...." He said, leaning down and taking your nipple in his mouth.

You tangled your free hand in his hair with a loud moan, falling back into the bed completely. Warmth and wetness mounting between your legs.

He gently bit down and swirled his tongue firmly. You pouted slightly when he pulled away.

"Same spot." He whispered, turning his back to you again. "Harder."

You sat up and ran your finger tips gently over the welt, feeling him relax slightly at your touch.

"Two." You said, gritting your teeth slightly as you brought the belt down harder across his back.

He gave a violent jerk and a small laugh.

"Can we just go ahead with three and four?" He asked.

"Do you really think you'll win?" You asked, raising a brow at his cockiness.

"I know all the secrets to your body, baby girl." He beamed, turning back to you.

"Hm. Well, I think you're a liar." You mocked.

He smirked, leaning into you again. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply as he ghosted his lips along the curve of you neck.

You swallowed the whimper as he pressed his lips gently below your ear.

"Is this it, baby girl? Is this the magic place you wanted me to kiss?" He whispered, gruffly, nipping the skin.

You closed your eyes with a breathy moan.

"Yes, daddy. Don't stop, please." You begged, grabbing at his hip.

"Only if you hurt me until I get off." He murmured against your skin.

"H-how do you want me to hurt you, baby boy?" You panted, grabbing his hand and bringing it to your wet entrance.

"However you want, doll." He growled, plunging his fingers inside you, biting down on your neck.

Without thinking you let your hand wander, clutching at him as the warmth at your core began to threaten breaking the dam. You pushed your hips into his hand, arching your back and gripping his arm.

"Fuck." He hissed, pulling away from you.

You threw your eyes open, "baby, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean t..."

But your words were lost to you as he yanked you up from the bed, clashing his mouth with yours and pushing you back into the wall.

"Again." He growled, picking you up.

You wrapped your legs around his waist and moaned as he pushed himself inside you.

"Do it again, doll." He demanded, his breathing hard in your ear.

You tangled one hand in his hair and brought the other to his bandaged arm, grabbing firmly.

You clung to him tighter as he thrust into you and went weak in the knees.

Something about making him weak in the knees was pleasurable. Maybe because it rarely happened and it was nice to be the one in charge for once.

"Don't stop." He moaned, resting his forehead in the crook of your neck and breathing hard.

"Don't drop me." You giggled back, moaning slightly as he moved inside you again.

"Shut up." He growled, pushing his hips further into you.

Breathing was becoming hard as you felt the warmth of your high coming. You drew a sharp breath, grabbing at him harder.

"Baby girl." He panted, biting your neck as he met his release.

You grabbed harder, letting your body relax as you met your turn. It happened much sooner than you had expected, but inflicting pain and making him moan like that was too much.

His heavy breathing and warm sweaty, skin pushed flush to yours was intoxicating as he slowly released his tight grip on you.

You laughed when he gently set you back in your feet and pulled away from you completely.

"Whew." He chuckled with a shiver, picking up his discarded shirt.

He handed you his shirt when he was done.

"You're such a freak." You grinned, watching him dress, as you pulled your pants up.

"Little momma has no room to talk." He said, giving you a sly grin that made you blush.

He grabbed your hand and led you back into the living room.

Matt and Damon sat awkwardly quiet on the couch.

Ramsay dropped you hand, crossed his arms, and eyed them both, "what?"

Damon nudged Matt who looked a bit panicked.

Matt cleared his throat, "so, uh... it's race night. We've been called out. And uh... your racer is nowhere to be found. Just vanished it seems."

"Just vanished?" Ramsay breathed rather threateningly, giving you a glare as if you had planned on this. "What do you mean vanished?"

"She's gone. No one can find her. Left nothing behind and yet everything behind, except herself." Damon said, not making eye contact with Ramsay.

You gingerly took a seat on the edge of the recliner.

"So, she was just abducted by aliens then, was she? That what you're sayin'?"

"I guess. I've no idea what's going on. No trace of her on anything." Damon said, offering an open palmed shrug.

"Where are we on the list?" Ramsay asked, pulling you from the chair, sitting down, and pulling you into his lap.

"Two." Damon muttered.

"Excuse me?" Ramsay said, gripping your thigh tightly. "Did I not tell you to keep her in the bottom half until the end of the fucking season?"

"I know, I know. But she was all of the sudden at two, and there wasn't shit I could do. Rules. You know that." Damon said defensively.

Ramsay ran his hand over his face and pulled you closer into him, "Okay, who's racing in her place? What do we have to work with?"

"We have the mustang, she was nice enough to leave it behind, and Alyn's Camaro." Damon said, staring down at his hands.

"Put him in then until I can figure out what to do. Tell him if he loses the spot I'm taking whichever part of his body I reach first."

Damon nodded, jumping up, and leaving the room.

"Kid, go away. Go do something useful." Ramsay clucked at Matt.

"Yes sir." Matt said, leaving the room almost as quickly as Damon had.

"Chill." You whispered, leaning back into your husband, squeezing his leg.

He heaved a sigh and buried his face in your shoulder, "I need you to clean and fix my boo boo."

"Boo boo." You giggled, sliding off his lap.

#guns for hire #gfh #AO3 fanfic #kee_writestrashh #ramsay bolton x reader #ramsay bolton/reader #ramsay bolton #modern ramsay bolton #ramsay bolton imagine #game of thrones fanfic #game of thrones fanfiction #game of thrones au #modern au #modern game of thrones #Modern Setting #got modern au #mafia au #organized crime au #ramsay things #ramsay is his own warning #chapter 43 #43/90

[b0stonmanor]

since yall kept fuckin asking heres 1-155. Go ahead and see how fucking lame I actually am

1: Full name: Madison Lyn (I’m not putting my last name on the internet lmao)

2: Age:19

3: 3 Fears: heights, elevators, being alone for the rest of my life 

4: 3 things I love: cats, coffee, sleeping

5: 4 turns on: (I’m gonna make it nonsexual okay): body mods, humor, good vibes, nice laugh

6: 4 turns off: (gonna make these nonsexual too): rude, nasty, conceited, takes days to reply lmao

7: My best friend: girl: @bohoangel guy: @bostonnanner

8: Sexual orientation: pansexual

9: My best first date: haven’t had a best one yet, need someone to change that lmao

10: How tall am I: 5′8

11: What do I miss: lots of things and people both too many too name

12: What time was I born: 2:06am

13: Favourite color: blue

14: Do I have a crush: still crushin on my last man

15: Favourite quote: either some vine or “I’m here for a good time not a long time” I have way too many favs

16: Favourite place: my room, best friends house, or beach house

17: Favourite food: buffalo chicken or alfredo

18: Do I use sarcasm: of course not 

19: What am I listening to right now: music ;)

20: First thing I notice in new person: smile

21: Shoe size: no

22: Eye color: hazel

23: Hair color: naturally brunette currently red

24: Favourite style of clothing: gothic, pop punk or hippie/boho

25: Ever done a prank call?: I havent personally 

27: Meaning behind my URL: I needed to change my url of 8 years and I wanted something short and easy to remember but I also wanted it to be a band so it would fit my blog and surprisingly this one wasnt taken

28: Favourite movie: I have way too many 

29: Favourite song: again way too many

30: Favourite band: AGAIN way too many

31: How I feel right now: I feel fucking exhausted 

32: Someone I love: okay now Im sad 

33: My current relationship status: okay NOW Im crying but single

34: My relationship with my parents: welp my dads dead and my mom and I are okay

35: Favourite holiday: Halloween or Christmas

36: Tattoos and piercing I have: no tattoos yet and I have my nose pierced and first and second holes pierced on my ears

37: Tattoos and piercing I want: too many

38: The reason I joined Tumblr: I was 12 that should be enough

39: Do I and my last ex hate each other?: No. In fact I could never hate him and I dont think I’ll love anyone like I did/do him.

40: Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts?: eh sometimes

41: Have I ever kissed the last person you texted? last text over imessage yes

42: When did I last hold hands?: I have no idea

43: How long does it take me to get ready in the morning?: I dont do anything really so not too long

44: Have You shaved your legs in the past three days?: dont out me

45: Where am I right now?: my room

46: If I were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me?: @bohoangel

47: Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level?: both

48: Do I live with my Mom and Dad?: mom

49: Am I excited for anything?: nah

50: Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to? @bostonnanner

51: How often do I wear a fake smile?: eh

52: When was the last time I hugged someone?: yesterday

53: What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me?: I mean idc but it’d just be fucking weird cause they’re kissing in front of me 

54: Is there anyone I trust even though I should not?: plenty of people lmao

55: What is something I disliked about today?: I’ll do yesterday since today hasnt really happened. But it was fathers day and my heart was hurting so bad cause I miss my dad more than anything and really wish he was still here

56: If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?: my fuckin soulmate bitch

57: What do I think about most?: in all honesty, my ex

58: What’s my strangest talent?: I can do this smile thing that nobody else can do and it makes me look like a frog

59: Do I have any strange phobias?: probably

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

61: What was the last lie I told?: that I was a child of God

62: Do I prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online?: video chatting but I dont mind either

63: Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens?: fuck yes and fuck yes

64: Do I believe in magic?: I’m a god damn witch bitch

65: Do I believe in luck?: I believe in karma

66: What’s the weather like right now? according to my phone its currently clear and 61 degrees

67: What was the last book I’ve read?: I have no idea

68: Do I like the smell of gasoline?: eh

69: Do I have any nicknames? Maddie, Mad, Mads

70: What was the worst injury I’ve ever had?: I had a staph infection in my foot that went back and forth across my foot and then up my leg (doctor said if my mom didn’t bring me when she did I would’ve died cause it would’ve gone to my heart)

71: Do I spend money or save it?: spend it 

72: Can I touch my nose with a tongue?: nope

73: Is there anything pink in 10 feets from me? ye

74: Favourite animal?: cats

75: What was I doing last night at 12 AM?: I have no idea

76: What do I think is Satan’s last name is?: oh shit I’ve never thought of this

77: What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it?: good question

78: How can you win my heart?: Be Italian 

79: What would I want to be written on my tombstone? I honestly have no idea

80: What is my favorite word? bitch

81: My top 5 blogs on tumblr: I get asked this way too much

82: If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say?: probably some hippie bullshit

83: Do I have any relatives in jail?: I’ve had relatives in jail but I dont think anyones in jail rn

84: I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power? theres too many lmao

85: What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on? probably if I’ve smoked or drank or have done anything bad but only if my mom was asking

86: What is my current desktop picture? its just basic 

87: Had sex?: nah

88: Bought condoms?: nah

89: Gotten pregnant?: nah

90: Failed a class?: nah

91: Kissed a boy?: ye

92: Kissed a girl?: ye

93: Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain?: nah

94: Had job?: ye

95: Left the house without my wallet?: ye

96: Bullied someone on the internet?: nah

97: Had sex in public?: nah

98: Played on a sports team?: ye

99: Smoked weed?: ye

100: Did drugs?: nothing hardcore just smoking weed

101: Smoked cigarettes?: nah

102: Drank alcohol?: ye

103: Am I a vegetarian/vegan?: I’ve tried

104: Been overweight?: no answer

105: Been underweight? also no answer

106: Been to a wedding?: ye

107: Been on the computer for 5 hours straight?: ye

108: Watched TV for 5 hours straight?: ye

109: Been outside my home country?: nah

110: Gotten my heart broken?: of course

111: Been to a professional sports game?: ye

112: Broken a bone?: ye

113: Cut myself?: ye

114: Been to prom?: ye

115: Been in airplane?: ye

116: Fly by helicopter?: nah

117: What concerts have I been to?: pink, metallica/volbeat, warped tour 2016,2017,2018, jingle ball, some birthday bash, I cant remember if I’ve been to any other ones lmao

118: Had a crush on someone of the same sex?: not entirely 

119: Learned another language?: not fully

120: Wore make up?: ye

121: Lost my virginity before I was 18?: I’m a child of god

122: Had oral sex?: nah

123: Dyed my hair?: ye

124: Voted in a presidential election?: not yet

125: Rode in an ambulance?: couldve a couple times but my parents decided to drive me

126: Had a surgery?: nah

127: Met someone famous?: I guess? 

128: Stalked someone on a social network?: who doesnt do this

129: Peed outside?: ye

130: Been fishing?: ye

131: Helped with charity?: I think so

132: Been rejected by a crush?: who doesnt get rejected

133: Broken a mirror?: probably

134: What do I want for birthday?: lots of things

135: How many kids do I want and what will be their names?: I have no idea

136: Was I named after anyone?: No but I have the same middle name as my aunt

137: Do I like my handwriting?: ye

138: What was my favorite toy as a child?: I have no idea

139: Favorite Tv Show?: American Horror Story, Bob’s Burgers, The Office, or Drunk History

140: Where do I want to live when older?: New Hampshire

141: Play any musical instrument?: I can play the violin and piano and can also sing but idk if that counts lmao

142: One of my scars, how did I get it?: its barely noticeable but literally right under my left eye (like right at the edge of my dark circle lmao) I got attacked by a dog and it bit me in the face and I had to get stitches but I bitched out and had it glued instead lmao

143: Favorite pizza topping? cheese

144: Am I afraid of the dark?: depends where I am

145: Am I afraid of heights?: ye

146: Have I ever got caught sneaking out or doing anything bad?:nah

147: Have I ever tried my hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end?: haha yeah

148: What I’m really bad at: everything

149: What my greatest achievements are: I fucking graduated from high school. Like I would never wish what I went through on anyone ever not even my worst enemy. It was worse than hell

150: The meanest thing somebody has ever said to me: I honestly dont remember 

151: What I’d do if I won in a lottery: lots of stuff

152: What do I like about myself: my eyebrows

153: My closest Tumblr friend: I cant say @bohoangel cause I’ve known her since 5th grade so I’ll say @bostonnanner even though we met on omegle years ago lmao

154: Something I fantasize about: lots of things

155: Any question you’d like?: literally whatever anyone wants to know

[outinthewastes]

Diary Part 2

A sequel to Part One, which I put up earlier this morning

April 18th

Working with Krow is... challenging. He's whiny and petulant but also overeager to please. He constantly needs to be told he's doing a good job. I've been tempted to hit him just to get him to shut up when he repeatedly asks how he's doing.

He is doing an okay job, but good god man. Good god, shut up. I am not your father figure or friend or lover or whatever it is he wants from me. Get your validation elsewhere.

It's especially hard to not become violent when he gets on the topic of women. I wouldn't call myself a feminist, but jesus lord, just listening to him is really swaying me to the cause. Disgusting little wretched man. He's in here for good reason.

He thinks I'm going to help him escape, too.

I don't know what I'm going to do when the time comes, but there's no way I could, in good conscience, allow him to escape with me. I may have to do something drastic.

Somehow I don't think Jacob will disagree.

Well, I've got time to consider this. It's going to take us a while more to collect enough stuff for this. I am not, by nature, a patient man, but I will have to just deal with it.

June 20th

It has taken, seemingly, a lifetime to finally assemble enough packages for this operation. An agonizing process slowed by the fact that we only get a few hours of free time a day, and the guards are constantly flipping random cells for contraband. I almost got caught a few times.

Someone carved this scary looking face into the wall behind my pillow long before I got here. So, I slowly chipped away at it myself until the drywall came loose. Behind that I carved another small hole. Not very big, but big enough to hide things. And the little mouth shaped drywall I could place back and no one could hardly tell what I'd done. Not without really looking it over. And the guards aren't THAT thorough.

Almost ready.

July 5th

We've planted the packages at key points throughout the facility. Well. the parts we have access to.

Tonight's the night.

July 7th

A lot went down yesterday. Where to even start.

Jacob betrayed me. Sold me out. Good thing I never fully let him in on the plans, so he didn't know where all the bombs were. Never fully trusted him, anyway. Still, hate to have that distrust validated.

I didn't expect Phineas to come through at all. I hate the idea of owing him anything. I hope I never see him again.

Krow's dead. Big loss. Was still a bit traumatizing to see. He probably deserved it, but... I don't know. I think the thing that bothered me the most about Krow was how similar we were. We both had the same fucked up childhood. Isolated, domineering mothers, unpopular in school. Maybe he was just born broken or something, though. It would never have occurred to me to hurt anyone. Not like that. I guess I should stop thinking about it. If only I could...

The man who rescued us. I knew him. He was that agent that hassled me in my lab. before. Before... That thing I did. I thought he was a government agent. But apparently not.

We've flown out to Virginia. I would like to crawl into a nice bed and sleep for a week. but first I would like to have a shower that lasts about two days.

July 14th

Met with intimidating smoke man's boss. Smoke man's name is Abel. Boss's name is Thanatos. No, really.

My grandfather. They didn't want me, they want my grandfather. Like I fucking know anything about the dude. But they want to sneak me into Chicago to see him. I guess they think he'll see me and do as they say out of familial nostalgia? Heh, wrong family for that, man. If he gave a shit about me at all he wouldn't have left me alone all those years with Gloria. Wouldn't have ruined the family name by being a big psycho. Well, whatever, they're paying me enough. It's just one night out of my life. He's probably not even alive anymore. How could he possibly be?

Oh!

Most importantly. I can't believe it. I saw Laurence. He was sitting outside the building when I finished up my meeting.  Was he just there by coincidence or was he waiting for me? It was interesting talking to him again. We fell back into the same kinda... roles. the same brotherly bond. Joking and teasing. Talking about movies and music. We didn't really talk at all about what we'd been doing these past decades. It was like we didn't need to. We're just in tune with each other.

This is the best I've felt in a very long time.

We went to a close by diner. He had some big nasty sandwich and I had a big plate of fries and he made fun of how I eat and it was just so nice. I really missed him. I knew I did, but I didn't realize how much. It was like there was a part of me missing for a long time. I think things are looking up! Surprisingly enough! He works for Thanatos. Maybe all this shit was almost worth it... heh. Nah. That's crazy.

We exchanged numbers. I'll have to call him when I get back in town.

July 19th

I don't know.

I don't know what to think.

August 22nd

I mean where do I even...

Opa was alive. Sort of. I think he did something to himself so he wouldn't die in that place. I don't think he's human anymore. That city was awful. Caked with fungus. Moist and slimy, shit floating in the air. Hard to breathe through that mask.

And Orville. The things he did. He made me do.

I don't even know what to write about any of it. I don't know who to talk to. No one would understand. Those kids. They were just kids. Why would he make me do that? Every time I think about them I'm just flooded with all these intense memories. They aren't mine. And I can't make sense of them. They're just rattling around in my head contradicting each other and I really shouldn't know what it's like to have a period or learn to drive stick or grow up black or have sex with a man... or all these things. And I still don't because I can't process these memories!! It's like a movie I'm watching but I can't look away and also I'm IN IT but NOT IN IT, and the more I try to think about it the more I feel horrible and wrong and if I don't stop I'm going to throw up some more and I've been doing that enough today. And APPARENTLY I'm not real, I mean, like, everything in my life is just weird fake bullshit, grown in a lab, my entire destiny guided by a madman. I don't know!!

I wish I could still drink. Would it really be so bad? I could just... one time. Or perhaps some weed would be the better choice. It might make it worse, though... Aghfffk

Thanatos and Abel can go to hell. I don't care how much they paid me. It wasn't worth it. One last meeting and they can fuck off forever.

I feel ruined.

August 24th

Got the meeting over with. Got the rest of my payment. Look who's a millionaire now, it's this boy. Well. I was already one. But. Now I'm double one. ha ha. Whatever.

I don't feel as bad today as I did yesterday, but I'm still pretty pissed off about his whole rotten year. Met an interesting girl. More on that later.

In lieu of my grandfather they're now targeting some guy I don't know at all, so I'm off the hook. Although...

Opa said something about that man being responsible for my father's death. Which is intriguing. I'd always assumed my mother drove him to kill himself. She almost drove me there a few times, so, you know, it fit. But.

So now I can't stop thinking about this guy. I'm obsessing. I know, it's stupid. I should let it go. But I can't.

Oh.

Laurence screamed at me. I forgot how mad he gets... Can't say I didn't deserve it...

We were at his house. We did actually do the catching up thing this time. Everything about this time felt weirder, awkward. He seemed testy at me from the start. Now I know why. He found out about Janet and me. His sister. He thinks I abandoned my kid, Janet abandoned ME. But I don't want to argue with him about it... But she's the one who left...

Now I'm definitely feeling that decade long gulf between us. Sucks.

[qodforsakens]

QUESTIONNAIRE 4 SUFFERING

Q:     WHAT IS YOUR MIDDLE NAME   ? A:     Ashley.     Relatively  unoriginal,     but  my  mom  wanted  my  middle  name  to  be  Blue     (     in  which  case  i  would  have  DIED     ) Q:     HOW  OLD  ARE  YOU   ? A:     Feel  like  I’m  12  but  I’m  almost  20 Q:     WHEN  IS  YOUR  BIRTHDAY   ? A:     March  21st,     i’mmA  SPRING  BABY

Q:     WHAT  IS  YOUR  ZODIAC  SIGN   ? A:     Technically  an  Aries  but  ig  i’m  on  the  “   Pisces  Cusp   ”   ?   dk  what  that  means  but  my  mom  told  me  the  other  day  but  i  feel  as  if  i’ve  cheated  astrology  stuff  lols     ?

Q:     WHAT  IS  YOUR  FAVORITE  COLOR   ? A:     I  don’t  really  have  one,     but  I  like  the  color  pink  a  lot  so  maybe  pink

Q:     WHAT’S  YOUR  LUCKY  NUMBER   ? A:     Lucky  who     ?

Q:     DO  YOU  HAVE  ANY  PETS   ? A:     Three   !   Bailey,     Dana  and  Melvin.

Q:     WHERE  ARE  YOU  FROM   ? A:     Everywhere   ?   Born  in  Missoula,     Montana   /   raised  in  Wisconsin  until  I  was  around  12   /   went  to  school  in  Montana  until  I  was  a  sophomore   /   went  for  a  semester  of  school  during  sophomore  year  in  Wild  Rose,     Wisconsin   /   moved  back  to  a  quaint  Deer  Lodge,     Montana  until  the  end  of  my  junior  year   /   moved  to  Hudson,     Wisconsin  my  senior  year  of  HS  and  lived  there  until  July  31st   /   living  in  the  Shithole  that  is  Mondovi,     Wisconsin.

Q:     HOW  TALL  ARE  YOU   ? A:     5′5 3/4″.     The  3/4″  is  important  to  note  because  I’m  NEARLY  5′6″  and  most  everyone  in  my  family  is  around  6′.     I’m  dead  inside

Q:     WHAT  SHOE  SIZE  ARE  YOU   ? A:     Technically  a  9.5  but  the  size  varies  by  brand.

Q:     HOW  MANY  PAIRS  OF  SHOES  DO  YOU  OWN   ? A:     Probably  nine,     but  I  hardly  wear  any  of  them  because  I  work  at  the  fucking  time

Q:     WHAT  WAS  YOUR  LAST  DREAM  ABOUT   ? A:     I  remember  that  I  had  ANOTHER  dream  with  u  in  it  but  I  didn’t  remember  enough  about  it  that  it  was  worth  sharing   ?   But  I  did  wake  up  feeling  like  all  of  my  problems  were  gone  so  it  was  a  positive  dream

Q:     WHAT  TALENTS  DO  YOU  HAVE   ? A:     I  can  learn  songs  from  musicals  in  no  time.

Q:     ARE  YOU  PSYCHIC  IN  ANY  WAY   ? A:     No,     next  question

Q:     FAVORITE  SONG   ? A:     My  favorite  song  is  either  You  and  I     (     Lady  Gaga,     Born  This  Way     )  or  The  Cure     (     also  Gaga,     current  single     )

Q:     FAVORITE  MOVIE   ? A:     RENT.     Hands  down  my  favorite  movie  of  all  time.     I  could  watch  it  on  a  loop  tbh

Q:     WHO  WOULD  BE  YOUR  IDEAL  PARTNER   ? A:     Someone  who  understood  that  I’m  really  fucking  depressive  all  the  time,     like,     grossly  depressive   ?   I  can  joke  abt  wanting  to  kill  myself  500  times  and  not  mean  it,     but  other  times  I  do  and  I  wish   !   ppl  could  read  minds  bc  having  to  tell  someone  that  I’m  depressed  makes  me  hurt  worse  bc  I  feel  like  a  Disappointment

Q:     DO  YOU  WANT  CHILDREN   ? A:     I’m  not  sure  if  I  do.     I  mean,     at  nineteen   ?   No  fucking  way.     In  ten  years   ?   Maybe,     I’m  thinking  yes,     but  to  be  decided  obviously

Q:     DO  YOU  WANT  A  CHURCH  WEDDING   ? A:     Probably,     but  not  because  I’m  religious

Q:     ARE  YOU  RELIGIOUS   ? A:     I  don’t  follow  any  religion,     but  when  I’m  scared  I  repeat,     “     i  believe  in  God.     ”     until  my  freight  vanishes

Q:     HAVE  YOU  EVER  BEEN  TO  THE  HOSPITAL   ? A:     A  few  times.     Three  were  the  most  serious.     Broke  my  wrist,     caught  Lymes  Disease  via  nasty-ass  deer  ticks  and  had  a  concussion  from  cheer.

Q:     HAVE  YOU  EVER  GOT  IN  TROUBLE  WITH  THE  LAW   ? A:     Once,     and  it  actually  wasn’t  my  fault.     I  was,     hello,     gay-baited  and  naive,     and  the  gal  that  gay-baited  me  told  me  that  it  was  LEGAL  to  spray  paint.     Because  it  was  Montana,     I  didn’t  get  into  much  trouble  but  was  supposed  to  go  to  a  local  courthouse  to  clear  up  w/e  had  happened  which  never  occurred  bc  not  even  a  month  later  were  we  moving  to  Wisconsin

Q:     HAVE  YOU  EVER  MET  ANY  CELEBRITIES   ? A:     One but  he’s  gross  so  :  /

Q:     BATHS  OR  SHOWERS   ? A:     Showers  but  only  if  I  don’t  have  bath  bombs  to  use

Q:     WHAT  COLOR  SOCKS  ARE  YOU  WEARING   ? A:     Currently  none  bc  I’m  in  bed  and  it’s  4:13  a.m.

Q:     HAVE  YOU  EVER  BEEN  FAMOUS   ? A:     Thankfully  not

Q:     WOULD  YOU  LIKE  TO  BE  A  BIG  CELEBRITY   ? A:     Maybe  a  Broadway  star  or  jazz  singer  but  other  than  that   ?   Pass

Q:     WHAT  TYPE  OF  MUSIC  DO  YOU  LIKE   ? A:     MOSTLY  SHOW  TUNES,     BUT  GAGA   /   QUEEN   /   DAVID  BOWIE

Q:     HAVE  YOU  EVER  BEEN  SKINNY  DIPPING   ? A:     Don’t  have  the  gall  to  tbh

Q:     HOW  MANY  PILLOWS  DO  YOU  SLEEP  WITH   ? A:     I  think  six   ?   Too  lazy  to  count  rn

Q:     WHAT  POSITION  DO  YOU  SLEEP  IN   ? A:     I  fall  asleep  laying  on  my  side,     facing  the  wall,     with  my  legs  folded  like   ?   behind  me  but  i  always  wake  up  laying  on  my  back  so

Q:     HOW  BIG  IS  YOUR  HOUSE   ? A:     uh  average   ?

Q:     WHAT  DO  YOU  TYPICALLY  HAVE  FOR  BREAKFAST   ? A:     I  rarely  eat  which  doesn’T  show  but  I  sleep  and  work  too  much  to  fit  breakfast  into  an  every  day  schedule

Q:     HAVE  I  EVER  FIRED  A  GUN   ? A:     My  dad  is  a  white  male  AND  a  conservative  from  Montana,     u  tell  me

Q:     HAVE  YOU  TRIED  ARCHERY   ? A:     In  high  school  bc  I  needed  to  do  it  to  pass  P.E.  but  it  was  not  my  thing

Q:     FAVORITE  CLEAN  WORD   ? A:     idk  if  i  have  one     ?     i  say  Mood  all  the  time  but  that’s  not   a  favorite

Q:     FAVORITE  SWEAR  WORD   ? A:      Bitchin’

Q:     WHAT’S  THE  LONGEST  YOU’VE  GONE  WITHOUT  SLEEP   ? A:     Around  25-ish  hours   ?   I  can’t  handle  that  anymore  tho

Q:     DO  YOU  HAVE  ANY  SCARS   ? A:     I  have  a  handful  of  scars  on  my  forehead  bc  of  an  Incident  in  kindergarten,     a  scar  on  my  left  earlobe  bc  a  dog  almost  ripped  my  fucking  earlobe  off  and  one  on  my  right  big  toe  due  to  my  brother  not  telling  me  abt  the  glass  he  broke  and  didn’t  clean  up   :  )   that  one  cut  to  the  bone  :   )   and  a  few  on  my  left  arm  lols

Q:     Have  you  ever  had  a  secret  admirer   ? A:     Not  attractive  enough  tbh

Q:     ARE  YOU  A  GOOD  LIAR   ? A:     I  don’t  lie  on  per  the  norm  so  no.     I  smile  too  much  tbh

Q:     ARE  YOU  A  GOOD  JUDGE  OF  CHARACTER   ? A:     Usually  not.

Q:     CAN  YOU  DO  ANY  OTHER  ACCENTS  OTHER  THAN  YOUR  OWN   ? A:     I  can  slip  into  accents  for  .00006 seconds  but  no  one  ever  hears  them

Q:     DO  YOU  HAVE  A  STRONG  ACCENT   ? A:      God  I  wish

Q:     WHAT  IS  YOUR  FAVORITE  ACCENT   ? A:     Boston   /   Mass  accents.

Q:     WHAT  IS  YOUR  PERSONALITY  TYPE   ? A:     This  requires  me  to  take  a  long-ass  test  n  i’m  not  gna  do  that  rn

Q:     WHAT  IS  YOUR  MOST  EXPENSIVE  PIECE  OF  CLOTHING   ? A:     Probably  my  $70-$80  jeans  that  are  now  Ruined

Q:     CAN  YOU  CURL  YOUR  TONGUE   ? A:     Mhm

Q:     ARE  YOU  AN  INNIE  OR  AN  OUTIE   ? A:     Innie

Q:     LEFT  OR  RIGHT  HANDED   ? A:     Right

Q:     ARE  YOU  AFRAID  OF  SPIDERS   ? A:     Naturally

Q:     FAVORITE  FOOD   ? A:     Highkey  Gyros

Q:     FAVORITE  FOREIGN  FOOD   ? A:     GYROS

Q:     ARE  YOU  A  CLEAN  OR  MESSY  PERSON   ? A:     Both  :  (

Q:     MOST  USED  PHRASE   ? A:     haHahahA  whatta  mood     !

Q:     MOST  USED  WORD   ? A:     Mood

Q:     HOW  LONG  DOES  IT  TAKE  FOR  YOU  TO  GET  READY   ? A:     Two  hours

Q:     DO  YOU  HAVE  MUCH  OF  AN  EGO   ? A:     Probably  best  known  for  forgetting  things

Q:     DO  YOU  SUCK  OR  BITE  LOLLIPOPS   ? A:     suck  eM

Q:     DO  YOU  TALK  TO  YOURSELF   ? A:     Probably

Q:     DO  YOU  SING  TO  YOURSELF   ? A:     All  the  time

Q:     ARE  YOU  A  GOOD  SINGER   ? A:     I’ve  been  told  that  I  am  by  a  handful  of  ppl  but  who  knows

Q:     BIGGEST  FEAR   ? A:     Drowning,     burning  to  death  or  being  stabbed  in  either  lung  bc  yiKEs

Q:     ARE  YOU  A  GOSSIP   ? A:     Not  necessarily  tbh

Q:     BEST  DRAMATIC  MOVIE  YOU’VE  SEEN   ? A:     Baby  driver  but  it  wasn’t  rlly  dramatic     ?

Q:     DO  YOU  LIKE  LONG  OR  SHORT  HAIR   ? A:     On  me,     it’s  a  tie  tbh.     I  love  long  hair  until  I  have  it  n  then  I  want  it  shoRT  SO

Q:     CAN  YOU  NAME  ALL  50  STATES  OF  AMERICA   ? A:     If  I  have  a  while  to  think  abt  them  then  yes.     If  not,     no

Q:     FAVORITE  SCHOOL  SUBJECT   ? A:     English   /   Language

Q:     EXTROVERT  OR  INTROVERT   ? A:     Intro  x100

Q:     HAVE  YOU  EVER  BEEN  SCUBA  DIVING   ? A:     No  and  I  don’t  want  to

Q:     WHAT  MAKES  YOU  NERVOUS   ? A:     Being  honest  abt  how  I  feel  regardless  of  context

Q:     ARE  YOU  SCARED  OF  THE  DARK   ? A:     I’m  the  Biggest  baby  so  yes

Q:     DO  YOU  CORRECT  PEOPLE  WHEN  THEY  MAKE  MISTAKES   ? A:     Not  verbally  bc  I  wasn’t  raised  in  the  jungle

Q:     ARE  YOU  TICKLISH   ? A:     EvERYWHERE

Q:     HAVE  YOU  EVER  STARTED  A  RUMOR   ? A:     Gross,     no

Q:     HAVE  YOU  EVER  BEEN  IN  A  POSITION  OF  AUTHORITY   ? A:     Once  for  a  hs  class  assignment  but  I’m  the  only  one  who  worked  on  the  project  in  the  long-run

Q:     HAVE  YOU  EVER  DRANK  UNDERAGE   ? A:     mhm

Q:     HAVE  YOU  EVER  DONE  DRUGS   ? A:     Only  smoked  weed  tbh

Q:     WHO  WAS  YOUR  FIRST  REAL  CRUSH   ? A:     My  kindergarten  boyfriend,     how  the  turntables

Q:     HOW  MANY  PIERCINGS  DO  YOU  HAVE   ? A:     Eleven

Q:     CAN  YOU  ROLL  YOUR  Rs   ? A:     Barely   !

Q:     HOW  FAST  CAN  YOU  TYPE   ? A:     Pretty  fast,     idk  the  wpm  tho

Q:     HOW  FAST  CAN  YOU  RUN   ? A:     What  is  this,     middle  school   ?

Q:     WHAT  COLOR  IS  YOUR  HAIR   ? A:     Bleached  bitch

Q:     WHAT  COLOR  ARE  YOUR  EYES   ? A:     Brown

Q:     WHAT  ARE  YOU  ALLERGIC  TO   ? A:     Cats,     unfortunately

Q:     DO  YOU  KEEP  A  JOURNAL   ? A:     I  don’t  but  should

Q:     WHAT  DO  YOUR  PARENTS  DO   ? A:     My  dad  is  a  licensed  Electrician  and  my  mom  works  at  a  grocery  store

Q:     DO  YOU  LIKE  YOUR  AGE   ? A:     I  feel  12  yall

Q:     WHAT  MAKES  YOU  ANGRY   ? A:     Being  mocked  or  people  bickering  with  me  over  something  that  I’m  obviously  right  about

Q:     DO  YOU  LIKE  YOUR  OWN  NAME   ? A:     Skye  is  a  shit  name  tbh,     would  change  it  to  Liz  if  my  parents  wouldn’t  freak  out  about  it.

Q:     HAVE  YOU  ALREADY  THOUGHT  OF  BABY  NAMES,    AND  IF  SO  WHAT  ARE  THEY   ? A:     I  love  feminine   /   strong   /   unisex   names.

Q:     DO  YOU  WANT  A  BOY  OR  GIRL  FOR  A  CHILD   ? A:     Idk  probably  either

Q:     WHAT  ARE  YOUR  STRENGTHS   ? A:     Doubting  everyone

Q:     WHAT  ARE  YOUR  WEAKNESSES   ? A:     Assuming  the  worst  of  ppl

Q:     HOW  DID  YOU  GET  YOUR  NAME   ? A:     Well,     my  mom  wrote  a  list  of  names  on  a  sheet  of  paper  and  my  dad  liked  Skye  so  here  we  are.     I  was  almost  a  Chloe   /   Mercedes   /   Samantha.

Q:     WERE  YOUR  ANCESTORS  ROYALTY   ? A:     Obviously  not

Q:     COLOR  OF  YOUR  BEDSPREAD   ? A:     Black  ONLY  because  my  main  sheets  had  been  washed  recently  and  I  haven’t  changed  back

Q:     COLOR  OF  YOUR  ROOM   ? A:     Yellow  but  not  by  choice

And  the  meme  is  from  HERE.     Tagging  @heartcraves  but  u  genuinely  don’t  have  to  do  this  bc  it  took  me  almost  two  hours  so  please  spare  yourself

#personal tbt. #i wanted to stop @ question 19 but here we are #this Goes to my mom who says i haVE NO FOLLOW THRU

[gamzita]

Personal Survey

I was tagged by my good friend @whoaimhellatrash  

1: Are you named after someone? My first name is from a Star Trek character, and my middle name was the middle name of my deceased grandmother.

2: When is the last time you cried? Like 2-3 weeks ago; out of anger.

3: Do you like your handwriting? Sometimes I think it’s cool since I combine normal and cursive so I can write faster, but half the time I can’t read it.

4: What is your favorite lunch meat? salami

5: Do you have kids? Gunther my cat, and Sunflower the Winter Soldier my hamster.

6: If you were another person, would you be friends with you? Well I’m a delight so yeah probably

7: Do you use sarcasm? It flows through my veins

8: Do you still have your tonsils? Yeah

9: Would you bungee jump? Fuck yeah

10: What is your favourite kind of cereal? I live for most forms of chocolate cereal

11: Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? Nope, I just slip them off and slip ‘em right back on.

12: Do you think you’re a strong person? ye

13: What is your favourite ice cream flavor? That chocolate ice cream with ribbons of peanut butter in it with reeses cup tossed in that shit

14: What is the first thing you notice about people?

Usually I get this aura first, its how I know whether or not to trust a hoe, or their eyes

15: Red or pink? Pink brings back warzone flashbacks. Bring me the red blood of my enemies

16: What is the least favorite physical thing you like about yourself? I’m chubby, and like with my body type I can tell I was never meant to be thin. But I’d at least like to tone everything up a bit so I can be that sexy kinda thic, and the adorable kind

17: What color pants and shoes are you wearing now? What kind of life do you think I lead? I am wearing neither

18: What was the last thing you ate? A slice of cookie cake from that one cookie store found in every mall in at least the USA

19: What are you listening to right now? The whhhhhiiiirrr sound of my ceiling fan

20: If you were a crayon, what color would you be? Probs black because I am used by most, and it’s the main color I use in Draw Something

21: Favorite smell? I would never admit it to him, but the smell of that nasty fuckboi cologne my ex fuck-buddy wears mixed with the weed he smokes. So I guess his over all smell???

22: Who was the last person you spoke to on the phone? Someone who had the wrong number

23: Favorite sport to watch? HA

24: Hair color? Brown, kinda redish?

25: Eye color? Kinda close to that dark blue the ocean gets before a big storm

26: Do you wear contacts? Nope

27: Favorite food to eat? FOOTBALL GAME NACHOS ITS THE ONLY REASON I WENT TO MY BROTHER’S GAMES

28: Scary movies or comedy? Scary movies all the way

29: Last movie you watched? Some Life Time movie my mom made me watch

30: What color of shirt are you wearing? Black

31: Summer or winter? Winter, I can’t stand the fucking heat

32: Hugs or kisses? depends on my mood and who it is. I would gladly accept both from @sinful-bee 

33: What book are you currently reading? I should be reading this book about 1920s Gangsters, but am i? No

34: Who do you miss right now? My bae-bee, Bumble

35: What is on your mouse pad? Cat hair mainly

36: What is the last TV program you watched? I’m currently binge watching Adventure Time

37: What is the best sound? his voice when it goes deep 

38: Rolling Stones or The Beatles? Beatles, I haven’t really listened to either in a while.

39: What is the furthest you have ever traveled? VIVA LAS VEGAS

40: Do you have a special talent? Pretending I don’t care. Being really feisty for someone so smol

41: Where were you born? Georgia

42: People you expect to participate in this: @sinful-bee @berryplant

[theyoungbasedgoddess]

This could be fun (or extremely depressing) 1: Name: Gabriela 2: Age: Nasty 19 3: 3 Fears: Losing my mom, not succeeding in life, not getting better 4: 3 things I love: food, sex, sleep 5: 4 turns on: neck kisses, dirty talk, ear nibbling, grinding 6: 4 turns off: 7: My best friend: the dollar in my pocket 8: Sexual orientation: The bible said “Adam & Eve” so I did both :) 9: My best first date: Splashtown, then movies at my house 10: How tall am I: 5′4 11: What do I miss: Being in love 12: What time were I born: 12:12 p.m. 13: Favourite color: Red 14: Do I have a crush: Yes 15: Favourite quote: portate mal y cuidate bien 16: Favourite place: My bed, her arms 17: Favourite food: Pizza 18: Do I use sarcasm: Obvi 19: What am I listening to right now: The Real Her x Drake 20: First thing I notice in new person: their height 21: Shoe size: 6.5 in boys 22: Eye color: Brown 23: Hair color: Dark Brown 24: Favourite style of clothing: Jeans and a tshirt 25: Ever done a prank call? Obvi 27: Meaning behind my URL: I am the young based goddess 28: Favourite movie: The Princess and the Frog 29: Favourite song: Legend x Drake 30: Favourite band: Calibre 50 31: How I feel right now: in between 32: Someone I love: JRC <3 33: My current relationship status: single but I curve everyone bc I'm hoping that Jenn will finally get with me 34: My relationship with my parents: Great 35: Favourite holiday: 4th of July 36: Tattoos and piercing i have: just ears 37: Tattoos and piercing i want: tiny tattoos and idk what all I want pierced yet 38: The reason I joined Tumblr: to impress a girl 39: Do I and my last ex hate each other? Lmao, idk 40: Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts? Sometimes 41: Have I ever kissed the last person you texted? Yes <3 42: When did I last hold hands? Long time ago 43: How long does it take me to get ready in the morning? 30 minutes 44: Have You shaved your legs in the past three days?Yes 45: Where am I right now? Kitchen table 46: If I were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me? Gizzelle, duh 47: Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level? LOUD AF 48: Do I live with my Mom and Dad? Yes 49: Am I excited for anything? CHANCE THE MOTHERFUCKING RAPPER 50: Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to? no 51: How often do I wear a fake smile? Yes 52: When was the last time I hugged someone? Earlier 53: What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me? idc 54: Is there anyone I trust even though I should not? Probably, idk 55: What is something I disliked about today? I saw my sisters boyfriend 56: If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be? Drake 57: What do I think about most? Sex 58: What’s my strangest talent? Giving Head 59: Do I have any strange phobias? no 60: Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?  in front of it 61: What was the last lie I told? I love you... lol 62: Do I perfer talking on the phone or video chatting online? video chat but only with b 63: Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens? Ghosts, aliens idk 64: Do I believe in magic? Yes 65: Do I believe in luck? Yes 66: What’s the weather like right now? Cold 67: What was the last book I’ve read? Rest in Mourning 68: Do I like the smell of gasoline? No 69: Do I have any nicknames? Gabby, Gab 70: What was the worst injury I’ve ever had? Broken arm 71: Do I spend money or save it? Both 72: Can I touch my nose with a tounge? No 73: Is there anything pink in 10 feets from me? Yes 74: Favourite animal? Giraffe 75: What was I doing last night at 12 AM? On the phone with b 76: What do I think is Satan’s last name is? Romero 77: What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it? Trophies x Drake 78: How can you win my heart? Good head & food & cuddles 79: What would I want to be written on my tombstone?Yall aint when I was livin, tf yall care for now 80: What is my favorite word? Fuck 81: My top 5 blogs on tumblr: 82: If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say? Send me a  dollar 83: Do I have any relatives in jail? Yes 84: I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power? Teleportation 85: What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on? Do I really love you 86: What is my current desktop picture? Me & Savannah 87: Had sex? Yes 88: Bought condoms? No 89: Gotten pregnant? No 90: Failed a class? No 91: Kissed a boy? Yes 92: Kissed a girl? Yes 93: Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain? Yes 94: Had job? Yes 95: Left the house without my wallet? Yes 96: Bullied someone on the internet? No 97: Had sex in public? Yes 98: Played on a sports team? No 99: Smoked weed? Yes 100: Did drugs? Yes 101: Smoked cigarettes? No 102: Drank alcohol? Yes 103: Am I a vegetarian/vegan? No 104: Been overweight? Yes 105: Been underweight? Yes 106: Been to a wedding? Yes 107: Been on the computer for 5 hours straight? Yes 108: Watched TV for 5 hours straight? Yes 109: Been outside my home country? Yes 110: Gotten my heart broken? Yes 111: Been to a professional sports game? Yes 112: Broken a bone? Yes 113: Cut myself? Yes 114: Been to prom? Yes 115: Been in airplane? No 116: Fly by helicopter?No 117: What concerts have I been to? Drake, Post Malone, Bun B, Hannah Montana, Jonas Brothers, Cheetah Girls, Duelo, Luke Bryan, and a whole lot of others 118: Had a crush on someone of the same sex? Yes 119: Learned another language? Yes 120: Wore make up? Yes 121: Lost my virginity before I was 18? Yes 122: Had oral sex? Yes 123: Dyed my hair? Yes 124: Voted in a presidential election? Yes 125: Rode in an ambulance? Yes 126: Had a surgery? No 127: Met someone famous? Yes 128: Stalked someone on a social network? Yes 129: Peed outside? Yes 130: Been fishing? Yes 131: Helped with charity? Yes 132: Been rejected by a crush? Yes 133: Broken a mirror? Yes 134: What do I want for birthday? B 135: How many kids do I want and what will be their names? 2, we haven't decided 136: Was I named after anyone? No 137: Do I like my handwriting? Yes 138: What was my favourite toy as a child? I don't remember 139: Favourite Tv Show? Shameless 140: Where do I want to live when older? San Antonio or Houston 141: Play any musical instrument? Trumpet 142: One of my scars, how did I get it? My wrist, self inflicted 143: Favourite pizza toping? Pepperoni 144: Am I afraid of the dark? Yes 145: Am I afraid of heights? No 146: Have I ever got caught sneaking out or doing anything bad? No 147: Have I ever tried my hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end? Yes 148: What I’m really bad at: communication, commitment, trusting, talking, dealing with my emotions 149: What my greatest achievments are: graduating, living past 18 150: The meanest thing somebody has ever said to me: that I deserve to die 151: What I’d do if I won in a lottery: buy my mom a house 152: What do I like about myself: nothing 153: My closest Tumblr friend: @gisselle-edith 154: Something I fantasise about: fucking B 155: Any question you’d like? ...

#Questions #me #personal #jrc #b

[yatgb]

Ghostie dared me to do all of them so here we fuckin go

1:Name: Rayne or Rayden pick ya poison 2:Age: 14 3:3 Fears: abandonment and spiders 4:3 things I love: positivity, set it off, band crack videos, oddly satisfying videos, art, writing 5:4 turns on: [CLASSIFIED INFORMATION PM ME] 6:4 turns off: [CLASSIFIED INFORMATION PM ME] 7:My best friend: i hate to sound degrading to my other friends but @verifiedsin is my homie 8:Sexual orientation: bisexual 9:My best first date: :") 10:How tall am I: 5'4 but I can still fight you 11:What do I miss: baking things w/ my aunt 12:What time were I born: how the fuck would I know 13:Favorite color: crimson and dark purple 14:Do I have a crush: IDK do I? 15:Favorite quote: "Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that." - Martin Luther King Jr 16:Favorite place: home 17:Favorite food: bacon bits 18:Do I use sarcasm: me?? NEVER 19:What am I listening to right now: Sarah Smiles by Panic! At The Disco 20:First thing I notice in new person: how their eyes wander 21:Shoe size: 9 ½ 22:Eye color: shit brown I hate them 23:Hair color: red 24:Favorite style of clothing: jeans and jacket babe 25:Ever done a prank call?: no I wish tho 27:Meaning behind my URL: I have over 20 ocs and I'm like the administrator behind them 28:Favorite movie: Lion King hands down 29:Favorite song: as of now it's Blasphemy or Hear Me Now both by Tyler Joseph 30:Favorite band: Set It Off forever 31:How I feel right now: content but I need a drink 32:Someone I love: my mutuals 33:My current relationship status: single pringle 34:My relationship with my parents: dad: lov mom: lov 35:Favorite holiday: Halloween even though I actually hate being scared 36:Tattoos and piercing i have: none :") 37:Tattoos and piercing i want: a lip ring :"))) 38:The reason I joined Tumblr: just to see how it was 39:Do I and my last ex hate each other?: it's complicated. 40:Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts?: every day from ghostie 💖 41:Have I ever kissed the last person you texted?: no bc we live in different states 42:When did I last hold hands?: shit I don't know,, 43:How long does it take me to get ready in the morning?: about a good 5 minutes 44:Have You shaved your legs in the past three days?: pff no 45:Where am I right now?: on my bed in my house 46:If I were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me?: either ghostie or @punkpisces00 tbh 47:Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level?: loud af when I'm ignoring people, reasonable when I'm just chillin 48:Do I live with my Mom and Dad?: not my mom 49:Am I excited for anything?: am I? 50:Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to?: no lol 51:How often do I wear a fake smile?: IDK prolly 10% of th time 52:When was the last time I hugged someone?: ,,,,,,idk 53:What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me?: who did I last kiss? 54:Is there anyone I trust even though I should not?: nope 55:What is something I disliked about today?: fucking career prep 56:If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?: all my mutuals, my mom and sister, and set it off 57:What do I think about most?: it's a shitstorm up there 58:What’s my strangest talent?: I can make a screaming sound 59:Do I have any strange phobias?: timers 60:Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?: behind 61:What was the last lie I told?: IDK man shit 62:Do I prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online?: video chatting, it's just better 63:Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens?: ghosts a little aliens hell yes 64:Do I believe in magic?: ehhh nah 65:Do I believe in luck?: a little 66:What's the weather like right now?: cold 67:What was the last book I've read?: Th1rteen R3asons Why by Jay Asher 68:Do I like the smell of gasoline?: ew 69:Do I have any nicknames?: Raincloud (ghostie only), Blossom, Peanut Butter 70:What was the worst injury I've ever had?: I smashed my chin open itbhad to be glued shut 71:Do I spend money or save it?: I'm an impulsive buyer 72:Can I touch my nose with a tongue?: barelu 73:Is there anything pink in 10 feet from me?: my unicorn blanket which is on me 74:Favorite animal?: vultures finally kinds 75:What was I doing last night at 12 AM?: sleepin 76:What do I think is Satan’s last name is?: Smith 77:What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it?: Upside Down by SIO and Tear In My Heart by Twenty One Pilots 78:How can you win my heart?: be loyal and kind 79:What would I want to be written on my tombstone?: "Don't step on me" or in small print "nosy fucker get off me" 80:What is my favorite word?: Idk 81:My top 5 blogs on tumblr: @setitofffamily @verifiedsin @atrashysightforfoursoreeyes @cosmic-spector and @bliofficial 82:If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say?: why are you listening to me of all people? 83:Do I have any relatives in jail?: I hope not 84:I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power?: FINALLY I CAN SHAPESHIFT 85:What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on?: "Who are you?" 86:What is my current desktop picture?: I don't have a desktop but my lock screen is danger days and my home screen is Against The Current lyrics 87:Had sex?: nope 88:Bought condoms?: hell no 89:Gotten pregnant?: NO 90:Failed a class?: ,,,,,,yea 91:Kissed a boy?:nope 92:Kissed a girl?: nuh-uh 93:Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain?: God I wish 94:Had job?: I ran a snack bar at a yard sale once does that count 95:Left the house without my wallet?: I don't have one 96:Bullied someone on the internet?: no! 97:Had sex in public?: the fuck 98:Played on a sports team?: HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAYOUREFUNNY 99:Smoked weed?: nope 100:Did drugs?: I am pure 101:Smoked cigarettes?: what did I just say 102:Drank alcohol?: just a lil and dad let me it was nasty 103:Am I a vegetarian/vegan?: nope 104:Been overweight?: no 105:Been underweight?: maybe I dunno 106:Been to a wedding?: yep it was beautiful 107:Been on the computer for 5 hours straight?: ,,,,,yes 108:Watched TV for 5 hours straight?: nope 109:Been outside my home country?: sadly no 110:Gotten my heart broken?: yep 111:Been to a professional sports game?: nope 112:Broken a bone?: surprisingly no 113:Cut myself?: not on purpose 114:Been to prom?: nope 115:Been in airplane?: sadly no 116:Fly by helicopter?: :"( 117:What concerts have I been to?: 3 Egypt Central concerts as a really small bean 118:Had a crush on someone of the same sex?: hell yeah 119:Learned another language?: no 120:Wore make up?: not willingly 121:Lost my virginity before I was 18?: I'm not even 18 wyd 122:Had oral sex?: nope 123:Dyed my hair?: nope and I keep it that way 124:Voted in a presidential election?: I cant 125:Rode in an ambulance?: nope 126:Had a surgery?: no 127:Met someone famous?: Egypt Central was famous 128:Stalked someone on a social network?: no I'm not a creep 129:Peed outside?: once as a kid 130:Been fishing?: ye it was quite boring 131:Helped with charity?: ye 132:Been rejected by a crush?: not really lol 133:Broken a mirror?: not that I remember 134:What do I want for birthday?: set it off merch, art things and Code Junkie by @carnahan

#long post #sorry for bothering the people I tagged #theyfriend talks #ask meme

[krysrawfiggs]

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1.Full name:Krysten Alexandra Figueroa but you will reffer to me as Krysfiggs

2.Zodiac sign:Im a cusp baby born as the day changed. I am a leo/virgo

3. 3 Fears:Spiders, being alone forever, my fam disowning me for being gay

4. 3 things I love:Being surrounded by awesome people, video games, outdoor activities

5. 4 turns ons:Firey passion, neck biting, n eyes.. its always the eyes, n intelligence

6.4 turns offs: Lack of intelligence, if youre rude in general, if youre clingy, lack of understanding n compassion

7. My best friend:I have a coupleNadia, amanda, n bree (when shes not being an idiot)

8. Sexual orientation:Lezzzzzzzzbbbbiiiiannnnnnnnn

9. My best first date:So far going out into town in the middle of a rainstorm running dancing n dickin round and then showing up soaked n eating at friendlys

10. How tall am I:Im 5'5"11. What do I missNot paying bills

12. What time were I born:12am on the dot

13. Favourite colour:I like deep colors. I used to say deep blue but i do love red n grey too

14.Do I have a crushXD maybe! Ok yea. I do. But i aint tell you.

15. Favourite quoteGod theres too many…

16.Favourite placePuerto rico

17. Favourite foodGawd this is hard ok. I have the soul of a very very fat man. If i had to pick one thing…itd have to be my moms pernil (pork shoulder)

18. Do I use sarcasmNever im a sweetheart😆

19. What am I listening to right nowEvie- last dinosaurs

20.First thing I notice in new personEyesss…eyess…eyess…….!

21.Shoe size822. Eye colourBrown anytime of dayGold in the sun

23.Hair colourBlack as the normBrownish in the sunlightBlue when its overcast

24.Favourite style of clothingandrogynous 25. Ever done a prank call?Yup i bothered the fuck outta kymmie for months before i gave myself up xD

26.What colour of underwear I’m wearing now? Burgandy See thru lace

27. Meaning behind my URLWelp minus the word raw its just my name. If my father didnt delete my 1st blog and of someone in asia didnt take my old username right after it wouldnt be as stupid.

28. Favourite movieToo many brahhh

29. Favourite song

30.Favourite bandBloc party, last dinosaurs, split milk society

31.How I feel right nowHorngry n lonely. Lusting for warm weather and beach weather

32.Someone I love.In what context?

33.My current relationship statusSingle af

34.My relationship with my parentsCurrently ok..

35. Favourite holiday Hmm i dont have one

36.Tattoos and piercings?I have average ear piercings But i want a lip ring n a tatoo of leo n virgo fighting inside of the sun ony shoulder

37.Tattoos and piercing i wantWhoops jumped the gun. Please refer to 36

38.The reason I joined TumblrMy friends at the time

39.Do I and my last ex hate each other? Nope we’re cool

40. Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts?I used too from my so. But now its just my good friend manny

41.Have I ever kissed the last person you texted? Hmmm no

42. When did I last hold hands?Non romantically:I held hands with my lil sister cuz she doesnt know how to cross a freggin road without getting hit by a car! But romantically: its been over a year and a half.

43. How long does it take me to get ready in the morning? 10mins

44.Have I shaved your legs in the past three days?Its been a good 6/7 months. Im at man status rn

45.Where am I right now? Trapped on a bus with zombies from nyc somewhere on the way to newburgh

46.If I were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me? In oswego it would be chance. Here.. idk it hasnt happend.. but my best bet would be nadia

47.Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level?Both. Depends where i am

48.Do I live with my Mom and Dad?Yes. Please dont ask how its going. Its not well.

49.Am I excited for anything?Yes. The 3 day weekend

50.Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to?No i only have 2 chill male friends

51.How often do I wear a fake smile?Often enough

52.When was the last time I hugged someone?That would be last sunday i hugged holly. We went for a movie and a bite n caught up since inhavent seen her in 5ever

53.What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me?Its w/e as long as you happy n your not like eating face

54.Is there anyone I trust even though I should not?Yea

55.What is something I disliked about today?Evelyn being passive agressive towards me. Makes me uncomf. But i could care less.

56.If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?Rebecca sugar

57. What do I think about most? Its gonna be one of 3 things, women, video games, food

58. What’s my strangest talent?I can get really creepy really fast. Iv been told to try out to be villians or serial killers in movies

59.Do I have any strange phobias?Spiders

60.Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it? Both

61. What was the last lie I told?

62.Do I prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online?Im old skool ill show up at your house ;) jk phone so no one can see this akward mess

63.Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens?Yes

64.Do I believe in magic?Yes

65. Do I believe in luck? Yes

66.What’s the weather like right now? Bloody cold

67. What was the last book I’ve read? Allegiant

68. Do I like the smell of gasoline?Addicted

69. Do I have any nicknames?Krys, elmo, jesus

70. What was the worst injury I’ve ever had? I have 12 stiches on my thumb both for cuts by blades oh n the one time i was going down a mt. On my longboard n i fell and got the worst road rash on my ass.

71. Do I spend money or save it?Both

72. Can I touch my nose with a tongue?No

73. Is there anything pink in 10 feets from me? Idts?

74.Favourite animal?Otter

75. What was I doing last night at 12 AM?Hehhhh better not say

76. What do I think is Satan’s last name is? Idfk

77.What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it?Anything fr the last dinosaurs

78. How can you win my heart? Compassion understanding and a drive no one else has.

79.What would I want to be written on my tombstone?Im not gonna be burried.

80. What is my favourite wordOogle

81. My top 5 blogs on tumblr Ill answer later

82.If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say?

83.Do I have any relatives in jail?Yes

84.I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power? Speed

85.What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on? Feelings are a tough subject

86. What is my current desktop picture? An image from second son

87. Had sex?Why yes i have

88.Bought condoms?Nopes

89.Gotten pregnant? Nopes too gay for that shit90. Failed a class?Several

91. Kissed a boy? Yep im not a gold star lezzy no more

92. Kissed a girl? Many

93.Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain?Yes. Im super cheesey i do things like that all the time

94.Had job?I have a job95.Left the house without my wallet?Keys and liecensexD

96. Bullied someone on the internet? Nope

97.Had sex in public? Yes

98. Played on a sports team? Several

99. Smoked weed? Yasss

100. Did drugs? Ive tried some shit

101. Smoked cigarettes? Never now thats nasty

102. Drank alcohol? Yes

103. Am I a vegetarian/vegan? Never

104. Been overweight?yes

105. Been underweight?yes

106. Been to a wedding?yes

107. Been on the computer for 5 hours straight? Days

108. Watched TV for 5 hours straight? When i was younger

109. Been outside my home country?yes

110. Gotten my heart broken? Many times

111.Been to a professional sports game? Yes

112. Broken a bone? Do Teeth count?

113. Cut myself? Not on purpose

114. Been to prom? Unfortunaly. Thats an akward story. If i didnt go i coulda stayed in puerto rico longer. But nooo joe had to ask my parents…

115. Been in airplane? Yes

116. Fly by helicopter? No. But ive been in some heavy duty military air craft

117. What concerts have I been to?Walk the moon, in hs i saw i see stars mega concert there were like 20 bands there idr them all, versaemerge, dragonforce

118.Had a crush on someone of the same sex?Yeaaa im megagay

119.Learned another language?I can fully understand spanish. But i cant speak it.

120. Wore make up? Im alergic to eyeliner xD

121.Lost my virginity before I was 18?Yes

123. Had oral sex? Yes.😍

124.Dyed my hair?Ive never dyed my hair

125.Voted in a presidential election? Yes both times for obama♡ . n fuck you, you lil orange dicked cheeto (donald trump)

126.Rode in an ambulance?Yes i did when i sliced my thumb deep with an exacto and was bleeding everywhere

127. Had a surgery?No

128. Met someone famous? Yes i have i met that guy from “what would you do” when i was staying in maryland. Also i stick around after theater shows and concerts to meet the actors, performers, and musicians

129.Stalked someone on a social network?Guilty

130. Peed outside?Um who hasnt?

131. Been fishing?Yes. Anyone wanna join me this spring?

132. Helped with charity? Yea every 3 weeks i participate in a soup kitched in poukipsee with my siblings and my cousins.

133. Been rejected by a crush?I have unfortunate luck.

134. Broken a mirror? Haha yea i did once

135. What do I want for birthday? Id love to go somewhere amazing and warm with awesome people. If im dating someone id love to actually have a birthday kiss. #neverhadoneonmybirthday

136.How many kids do I want and what will be their names?By kids you mean dogs? N id have all of them. Theyd have really crude/harsh spanish names.

137.Was I named after anyone?No but krysten means follower of chridtXD

138.Do I like my handwriting? Sometimes

139. What was my favourite toy as a child? Why it was my stuffy scooby doo

140.Favourite Tv Show? Gawd theres so many. But steven universe👌🖒

141.Where do I want to live when older?Puerto rico when i hit the lotto

143. Play any musical instrument? I can play the trumpet, the recorder, basic drum beat, and im learning the uke

144.One of my scars, how did I get it?Sliced my thumb with a woodcutter one year. Then the next year same thumb with a brand new exacto. Landed me in the hosp 2ice total 12 stiches

145.Favourite pizza toping? Extra cheese

146.Am I afraid of the dark? Sometimes. Im more worried bout the it under the bed that comes out when you dont have sheets on.

147.Am I afraid of heights?No. In my stage craft class i was the only one who wasnt scared of heights they sent me high up to work on stuff they also sent me 60ft up to the grid too 😎

148.Have I ever got caught sneaking out or doing anything bad?Yes and i had my ass handed to me on a silver platter several times.

149.Have I ever tried my hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end?Yes. All the time.

150.What I’m really bad atBeing social. Talking to girls. Drawing.

151.What my greatest achievements are. Being the first to graduate college.

152.The meanest thing somebody has ever said to meYou should see the list of stuff my parents have told me since i was little. Its a little too awful to put on here.

153.What I’d do if I won in a lottery. Top secret Plans back the fuck up

154. What do I like about myself Um my bed head. Idk

155.My closest Tumblr friend Haha nadia

156.Something I fantasise about my exTisk tisk ladies n gents we shouldnt be reopening wounds like this. *points finger n shakes it like a noodle*