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crystalelemental · 3 years

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Sorry folks, but today is opinion day. Starting off with something I’m really behind on now: my wife and I finished My Next Life As a Villainess, season 2!

It’s good! I don’t think as good as season 1, though.

In large part, I blame the decisions made around trying to bolster some of the love interest choices and not as much others, and doing so in ways that completely backfired. Geordo and Keith were already by bottom two picks; Geordo because I just don’t like the guy, and Keith because brother. But apparently their decision to try and increase their standing was pushing well past what’s normal into way too aggressive territory in their approach. Seriously, what’s with this season having male characters pushing her down on the bed? It’s just uncomfortable.

Nicol’s the only male option that went up, but hilariously by having an alternate option that I really like. Frey is cool, I like her a lot. I kinda wish they did more with her and hope she’s around more often in the next season. Alan, unfortunately, barely featured. I do kinda like him, but they did nothing with him. The female cast didn’t get much time either, which I think is a function of season 1 being really clear that the female options were stronger than the male. So okay, try to level the playing field, and you messed up two of the four. Good work.

There were a metric ton of new character additions, but for a 12-episode anime, they didn’t get enough time to shine. Mostly. Like, some of the earlier two are the second-born son in Geordo’s family and his fiancee, but I legit cannot remember their names because they were important for like two episodes and showed up for a single line in the last episode. Apparently they are Ian and Selena. Jeffrey got a bit more, and I do like his antics. And his fiancee, Suzanna, gets a ton of time as Larna. She’s great. Similar thing to Jeffrey, just very over the top most of the time, and I am here for it. There’s Sora, who also got sorted into the “too aggressive in your approach” bin, but kinda backs off overall and I do appreciate that. It is nice to not have every new character be into Catarina.

I mentioned Frey, and she’s great. She wants to be a career woman with the department of magic, but if she gets married like she’s expected to, she can’t remain there, so she’s up front about not wanting to get married or do anything of that. She and Nicol had a cute dynamic. Then there’s her friend Ginger. Ginger’s another who’s into Catarina, but somehow already ranks above most of the guys, solely by being super shy about her feelings, but relatively harsh overall. I have a type, okay?

And finally...my favorite new character. Sarah. She’s the creepy dark magic user at the end there. “What about Keith’s extended family?” Yeah no one cares, BUT SARAH THOUGH. I love this one. It sounds like they’re setting her up for a similar sort of tragic backstory, but she seems fully fine doing what she’s doing. And all of this was entirely to make herself a familiar, that Catarina accidentally stole and turned into a dark magic pupper that lives in her shadow. And Sarah is at most mildly inconvenienced by this. God I want more of Sarah around next season.

I do think that the story bits are pretty good. The Keith story was pretty solid overall, and I actually did like the setup and payoff for Sora, and Catarina’s kidnapping. But this is a show more about character moments than plot, and so my favorite is definitely the dollhouse episode. Keith, that fantasy is pretty trans, not gonna lie. Mary’s is too, though maybe not as blatantly so? Like, in Mary’s fantasy, the big fixation is on being a higher status than Geordo to take Catarina from him, and that apparently involves being male? Which you could argue is a matter of societal structure where she’d need to be male to be higher status, but she seems pretty okay with that adjustment which is at the least decisively Not Cis. And Maria’s fantasy is hilarious, and honestly the best characterization she’s gotten. Because she would! She’s a farm girl, of course her fantasy is being ripped as hell and able to do all this manual labor stuff easily! That was perfect.

So yeah, overall my rankings of the possible Catarina pairings haven’t changed. Mary is still the top, followed closely by Sophia. Nicol’s “If it had to be a guy,” while I think Ginger’s taken over above even Maria. Maria’s just kinda downplayed to me, I feel like she needs a bit more, and favoritism dictates Ginger is above her. After those two is Alan, who’s fine but not a particularly strong consideration. Sora outranks Geordo and Keith by a sort of default, but frankly I don’t like him as a pairing either, I just think he’s better than “is brother” and “but Catarina is mine by default so I can do whatever.”

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scaredofchange · 4 years

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My First Date with Mark Tuan - Mark Tuan x Reader

Pairing: Mark Tuan (GOT7) x Female!Reader

Summary: You’ve known Mark for quite some time, but never got to experience a real first date due to him working in another country. But, it’s all about to change as the love of your life asks you out for a beautiful romantic night.

(In my view, female!reader is a Caucasian woman from North America.)

Warnings: bit of swearing, otherwise it’s really just fluff

Wordcount: 3.6k

A/N: 1st person perspective; wrote this for my amazing best friend; hope you all enjoy it!

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I was extremely nervous; my palms were sweating against my makeup brush, causing me to let out a dry chuckle. I was getting ready for an event I never thought would ever happen in my entire life: a date with Mark Tuan.

Yes, Mark fucking Tuan; the man of my dreams.

Mark and I had met through my best friend, Catherine, who was dating one of his best friends, Jinyoung. But, although it had clicked immediately between us, he had to go away for a few months due to work, so we never really got to our first date.

Therefore, it was a very good surprise when I received a call from him two days prior. It wasn’t an uncommon thing, we loved to talk for hours on the phone, but usually we would plan it in advance due to both our busy schedules. What was peculiar though was the way he initiated the conversation: his voice was low, unsure. When I asked if he was okay, he rushed to reassure me, but nothing had prepared me to the words that came out of his mouth seconds later: “I’m coming back for good in two days, wanna go out with me?”

My first reaction was to completely freeze: not a single word, and now that I think of it, breath, came out of my mouth. I was utterly baffled, sitting on my bed, still in my pyjamas, my hair greasy from the day before and Mark fucking Tuan was asking me on a date?

Of course, I blurted out a crazy ass yes and jumped to my feet like a schoolgirl. He had laughed from across the phone and said something in the lines of “I can’t wait to see you again”.

Two days later, I was sitting in front of my mirror in my bathroom, as my best friend, and roommate, was throwing a bunch of clothes on my bed in an angry fashion.

“You cannot, and I repeat cannot wear fucking jeans to a date with Mark, you hear me?” Catherine screamed at me from the other room.

I rolled my eyes at her comment.

“It’s just a date, I’m not meeting the Queen,” I let out grumpily while applying foundation on my face.

I heard a silence then saw her head pop up in the doorframe.

“You’re fucking kidding me, right?” she said with a raspy voice, “not the Queen? Of course! Much fucking better than that! The love of your life! Your one and only! Mark Tuan! Holy shit Y/N!” she kept shouting on and on as she disappeared from the frame and reappeared over and over again.

I laughed at her overreaction, but knew she was only being her old self. She eventually stopped babbling about and put some music on; as we were blasting some BTS, I finished my makeup and got back into my room.

It would’ve been horrifying to see my clothes scattered everywhere like that if it wasn’t that I couldn’t think about nothing else but Mark. Not that I wasn’t messy, but the way Catherine organized the whole thing like a psycho was borderline obsessive and scary.

“All right, so...” she started but my eyes focused on one of the outfits she had gotten out.

“Jeans?” I squeaked with a smirk.

“Hey, hear me out: you’ll look super sexy in those dark ripped jeans and this top, okay? I have my reasons to think that your butt looks incredible in these...” my roommate devilishly smiled at me, her eyes filled with excitement.

I analyzed the outfit: dark ripped jeans, a silky burgundy top with sleeves and an amazing cleavage.

“So, get him with my boobs, right?” I kid while pointing the top with my chin.

“Well, if he’s anything like Jinyoung, he won’t really care, but hey, doesn’t hurt to try,” she stated, wiggling her eyebrows at me.

I snickered at her reply and proceeded to try on the outfit.

Like she had said, it was like the fabric had been made for me. It sculpted my curves perfectly and it almost immediately boosted my confidence.

My best friend kept talking and talking, throwing some jewelry at me, such as diverse chokers, but my thoughts were elsewhere. I silenced her out and focused my mind on what was about to happen in a few hours.

Mark had always been incredibly sweet to me; he was gentle and kind, he made me laugh throughout the worst days of the last few months and, and even though he wasn’t close to me, I felt like I could always rely on him.

I reminisced that one night when I was passed-out drunk in a Uber, coming back from a bar a friend from work had wanted to try out – not my usual thing – but I still went because both Cath and Mark had told me I would have fun: and I trusted them with my life, turns out they were right.

Tipsy from all the vodka cranberries I had drank, I remember dialing Mark’s number. For him, it was early afternoon, so when he answered he automatically inquired if something was wrong; since it wasn’t in my habits to call him this late (around 2 am).

“You okay?”

I chortled like a twelve-year-old girl prank calling her neighbours.

“Y/N? Are you all right? Should I call Cath?”

The worry in his voice stopped me dead. I tried to get back some composure and straightened my back.

“I-I’m...” I started, a hiccup interrupting me, “I’m fine.”

I could vividly see him roll his eyes in my head.

“Are you drunk?” he questioned; his tone a bit harsher than a few seconds before.

I nodded, but quickly realized the poor guy couldn’t see me.

“Yeah yeah,” I lazily mumbled, “I just missed you.”

“God, Y/N, I miss you too,” he admitted with a chuckle, “but you should definitely get some sleep now.”

“Can you stay with me until I...”

“Until you what? Y/N?”

“Until I’m home and I fall asleep?”

I had almost whispered the last sentence, but I heard him agree as clearly as day. Mark stayed on the line for the whole ride back to my apartment. Even when I got there and Catherine scooped me out of the Uber, he still talked to me and listened to my nonsense. The last thing I remember was crashing into my bed, mumbling things that must’ve sound like an alien dialect to Mark, but which sounded very familiar to Catherine, since it was in French ; we had taken classes together for years.

The next day, my best friend teased me for saying things such as “j’aimerais prendre un bain avec toi” and “ton odeur me manque” to Mark. I was absolutely shocked but incredibly happy that my drunk instincts had brought me back to my French classes; I didn’t know what I would’ve done if he had understood if even a word I had said.

Back to the D day, still thinking about these crazy moments, I was brought back to the moment when Catherine clapped her hands.

“All right, good to go!” she exclaimed with a wide smile.

“Is it time already?” I stuttered while trying to find my phone.

“Yep”

It was the only word she said as she handed me my iPhone, which I probably had forgotten somewhere.

“I’m nervous,” I admitted to my best friend.

“It’s normal Y/N, but you guys are meant to be and we both know it,” she tried to reassure me, “Plus...” she pointed my chest, “he won’t be able to resist you.”

We both openly laughed as I softly punched her arm and got up on my feet. We both walked to the kitchen, me on her tail.

“Did you brush your teeth?” she asked.

I nodded, and so on for the few other questions she threw at me; she was such a mom.

After waiting a good fifteen minutes, the clock hit 7 pm and a knock was finally heard on the door. I straightened my back, slid my cleavage down a bit and walked toward the entrance with confidence I did not have.

When I opened the door, I was awaited by the most beautiful view in the world: Mark was wearing a black jacket with a dark t-shirt under it, his black jeans were as ripped as mine and he wore some classic converse. His hair was back to a lighter brown and was falling on his forehead: the guy was breathtaking.

“Hey, Y/N,” he greeted me, a smile stretching on his luscious lips.

“Hey, Mark,” I replied in the same manner, my feet glued to the ground.

“You look amazing,” he complimented me without a second thought.

Before I could respond, he rapidly stopped me as he handed me a bouquet of flowers he had hidden behind his back: some sunflowers mixed with peach roses.

Blush crept on my cheeks and a strange and unusual feeling gripped my stomach; butterflies, aren’t they?

“Oh wow, you really didn’t have to,” I muttered, grabbing the beautiful gift.

“Of course I did,” he simply retorted with a smirk.

“Thank you”

He nodded and chortled at my shy expression.

“Lemme just take these...” I heard a murmur from behind me; Catherine extending her arm to grasp the bouquet.

Mark laughed seeing my best friend doing her best to help us move on to the first step of this date.

“Nice to see you, Cath” he said toward her.

She waved from afar and let out a “yeah, yeah, whatever...” with a hint of sarcasm.

“Shall we?” inquired Mark, his eyes glistering with an unknown glint.

“Yes, we shall.”

[***]

Mark had planned the whole evening out, but didn’t want to tell me a word about it. In his car, we were finally able to catch up without me being too flustered to talk. We spoke about his trip, how he had missed his friends, and how he was way too happy to be back home. He inquired about my work, my family and friends, just as if we hadn’t talked about it two days ago. But still, everything was perfect.

“Now, I know you’re not really into super fancy restaurants...” he let out, taking a right on an unfamiliar street.

“Yes...?”

He didn’t reply but simply pointed in front of him with his chin. We were on the other side of town. I had heard about this place, but had never visited: the International Food Market.

All around us were different small restaurants and booths; people of every colours, nationalities and ethnicities were walking around. The streets were decorated with warm lights and the smell was overbearing; I was already salivating as I hadn’t been able to eat all day.

Mark parked the car a bit further and we finally got out of the vehicle. I was astonished by my surroundings, so amazed that I didn’t notice Mark snapping a picture of me until he was fondly looking at his phone.

“Hey!”

“What?” he laughed, “You’re too cute, it’s not my fault.”

“Shut up...” I mumbled with a chortle.

“That’s definitely my new lockscreen...” he told himself, but I still heard him.

I tried to hide my smile with my hand, but he rapidly grabbed it instead, interlacing our fingers together.

“Don’t hide, you’re way too beautiful.”

“Am I dreaming or are you trying to flirt with me Mr. Tuan?” I kid, raising a playful eyebrow at him.

He hummed and placed his other hand on his chin, pensive.

“I guess you’ll have to wait and see...” he finally let out as he shrugged his shoulders.

I chuckled, but, soon enough was pulled into a slow pace toward the main street. All around me were people talking in different languages, exchanging with tourists and locals. I could smell the aromas of Mexico, as well as a quick draft from Italy, and a hint of Morocco. My eyes rapidly set on a pizza place and Mark was quick to notice it.

“You wanna try that one?” he asked.

“I don’t mind, I’m open to anything.”

He smirked.

“Okay, let’s get some pizza.”

I obeyed and followed him to the stand. He charmed his way through the waitress as quickly as one, two, three. She offered us a great deal of choices on the menu, attesting both our tastes. Eventually, Mark got a simple five cheese, pepperoni slice as I ordered pretty much the same thing, but with mushrooms and olives too.

It took around ten minutes to get served and during that time Mark pulled me in a warm side embrace and insisted on taking a few selfies.

“You’re so cheesy,” I blurted out between two pictures.

“Hey, don’t judge me because I want to remember every single moment of tonight.”

Perhaps it was the way he said those words, or maybe just their true meanings, but at that moment I could not stop staring at his profile. My eyes had softened and an enamored smirk had grown on my lips, but I couldn’t control any of it.

After a few seconds, he asked why I was looking at him that way: I wasn’t able to offer him a comprehensible reason, so I just mumbled my way out of it.

When we finally got our food, we found a nice spot next to the river down the street and sat down on a bench. The warm weather of July was just perfect for a night out.

We devoured our slices and both hummed in silence; it was exquisite. I was more than happy that we weren’t sitting in front of each other; then again, I had already seen him ate an entire plate of spaghetti in four bites as he had already seen me destroy a bag of Doritos.

“What’s next?” I inquired as I let my head fall on his shoulder a few minutes after we were done with our meal.

“I’m not sure I wanna move anymore...” he whispered more to himself than to me, but I couldn’t help but smile with all my teeth and burrow my face in the crook of his neck.

He lightly stroke the back of my head and for a second I swore I heard him take-in the scent of my shampoo, but I let it slide.

Eventually, after what seemed like an hour, we decided to move.

Mark held my hand the whole way to our next destination. It wasn’t that much of a surprise when I noticed an ice-cream parlour a few meters down the river. Mark went on and about, talking about why he had chosen this place, mostly because he knew I was a sucker for ice cream, but I was already half-running toward it to get ourselves a savoury dessert before he could even finish his sentence. My date opted for a classic, but huge, cookies and cream cone, as I jumped on the triple-chocolate one.

“No way you can eat all this food and still look like this,” I teased him as we were making our way back to the car.

“What is that suppose to mean?” he blurted out, half-confused half-shocked.

“Oh, come on!” I exclaimed back at him, outraged. “You know exactly what I mean!”

He faked not knowing what I was on about and shrugged his shoulders in an arrogant manner.

“I’m afraid you’ll have to tell me,” he pushed, his eyebrows wiggling up and down.

I burst out laughing and refused saying more, but Mark kept nudging and pushing for the following five minutes, driving me completely insane.

Even after finishing our cones, he just kept on going, nudging me like a child. I was about to explode, which was a pretty definite sign that his strategy was working.

“You’re hot, okay?! God! Stop it, please!” I blurted out, exhausted by his non-stop teasing.

He abruptly stopped; his mouth agape as he placed a hand on his heart.

“You think I’m hot?” he sarcastically let out in a high-pitch tone.

I tried my best not to laugh, but seeing him like that was the cherry on top. I snickered as he bore my gaze, completely into his role.

“Well you know, I’d return the compliment but...” he started, but I already knew that he was about to say something stupid, “but...but... my dear child, I’ve always seen you as my little sister you know? Like, totally platonic. Zero. Nada.”

“Oh, fuck you!” I insulted him, knowing he was messing with me by his fake offended behaviour and his sudden broken British accent.

As if we were synchronized, we both giggled until we couldn’t breathe; his arm grabbing my waist to pull me closer to him. When we finally came down from our insanity, we were standing alone by the edge of the river, surrounded by fairy lights, on a cozy Saturday night; name something more romantic, I bet you can’t.

His brown irises searched mine as if they detained the secrets of humanity; his eyelids softened while a light smirk stretched on his mouth. His skin was soft, his nose slightly crooked, and he had some light bridles on the corner of his eyes; in other words: everything about him was perfect.

“Now would be the time to ask you why you’re looking at me like that...” I said in a whisper, my body pulling closer to his like a magnet.

He didn’t reply just yet; No, instead, he analyzed my face as if he was trying to memorize every inch of it. His eyes laid on my cheeks, made their way to my chin, and came back to my eyes until they dropped to my lips.

I bit my lower one, not knowing why my body had that sudden urge, but just following it felt like it was exactly what I had to do.

I couldn’t help but squeeze closer to him, making myself as small as possible in his muscular arms. With his hands on my waist, he closed the tiny gap between us and for a moment, all I could think about what the warmth of his body rushing against mine through the thin fabric of his shirt. My own gaze was drifting from his face to his collarbones, then his chest, which was heaving up and down way too quickly.

I wondered if it was my heartbeat or his that was going crazy, or perhaps it was both.

“Y/N...” he said softly, his eyes still focused on my mouth.

I knew what he had in mind and the beautiful thing in all of that was: I had the same thought. I slightly tilted my head to the side as if I was inviting him to do it.

Without a word, but with a drop-dead gorgeous smirk, he slowly leaned forward.

His lips barely brushed mine at first, the sugary taste of our previously eaten ice cream still lingering on his mouth. But, within a few seconds, he came back with a rougher embrace. His biceps tightened around me as he slowly forced my mouth open. When our tongues collided, I felt a rush of heat climb up my whole body, stopping in my lower belly at first, but rapidly clawing its way to my heart.

My own arms locked around his neck, tip-toeing to squash my body on his, like we were just one. His kisses were soft, but filled with passion; they reminded me of a rainstorm on a sunny day, somewhat unexpected, but exactly what needed.

I carefully bit his bottom lip, inviting him to be a bit more brusque; not that I didn’t like the sweet pecks and loving strokes, but a part of me needed more, much more.

I felt his smile stretch over my mouth as he kissed me back, but with intensity he had never showed before; not only did his tongue made miracle to mine, but he placed one of his hands behind my neck, lightly pulling my hair.

Fervently, I returned the vehemence.

This was so good.

This was perfect.

Eventually, we both ran out of breath and had to slightly pull away from each other. I blushed under the ferocity in his irises and wondered if he had always felt like that about me.

I cleared my throat.

“What exactly had you planned for the rest of the night?” I questioned him in a whisper, my eyes full of anticipation.

“I forgot,” he kid, “I just wanna do this for the rest of my existence.”

I chuckled and shook my head.

“But...” he let out again, “I might have an idea.”

By the way he sounded, I knew he was testing the waters; there were no doubts that we both wanted to be with each other, but it was considerate of him to not be too blunt.

“And what’s that?” I replied, an apprehensive smirk on my lips.

“I mean, I still need to unpack, but... we could go back to my place. I have a pretty nice view over the city and-”

“Yes,” I abruptly interrupted him, “fuck yes.”

The smile he gave me was full of promises, feverish in the most sensual way and filled with desire.

It’s with a few more laughs, while holding each other’s hands, that we made our way back to his car. During the ride home, I texted my best friend, telling her I probably wouldn’t come back home that night, her only answer was a series of eggplants emojis, not that I could really blame her.

As I was snickered down on my phone and listened to the soft music on the radio, Mark’s hand slid over my thigh and squeezed it lightly. I looked back at him, a simpering smile plastered on my lips and, although I knew exactly that tonight would be perfect, I was more than happy to be able to share these incredible moments with a man like him. A man that saw me for who I was, a man that waited months to be with me, and more importantly, a man who made my heart flutter and spawned butterflies in my stomach.

The man of my dreams.

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98hwas · 5 years

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strings of fate 🎀

featuring :: fan chengcheng

summary :: the red string looped around his fingers laid hanging by his pinkie, a lucky being whose life wasn’t played in the hands of whimsical fate yet, a man free to love whoever he wanted. and there was you, a being blessed by fate with eyes which saw the fate of others, but never yourself.

genre :: angst, fluff

rating :: some light swearing? so pg13

word count :: ~3.3k

style :: bullet scenario

so you have this gift curse but i guess people call anything magical a gift because being normal is boring and that’s the real curse but yes, you can see the strings of fate of others

so a little more detail on your little gift, you could see the string of fate of others, a singular thread, the one which represent the fated person who will complement you well. some people have their fates matched since young, others have a free hanging string waiting for them to discover their fated person, or sometimes fate will match them later on in life.

and there was one last group, a minority that you were convinced you were the singular being within that category, you didn’t have the red string of fate

nothing

nothing at all, no matter which angled you tried to look, or tried to find that red string, it had never been there

you used to convince yourself that it was simply a blindspot of the ability as any superpower had it limitations

although you could never quite get the nagging feeling that perhaps you never had a fated person to begin with but you were quick to push these thoughts aside since it was better to see things positively

so you were been friends with chengcheng, a pure coincidence born because you attended the same kindergarten as the boy and your surname fell close to his and the teachers made you pair up with him and thus began your interactions with the boy

so it has been 14 years??? and somehow you’re still stuck with him, although you’re not complaining since along the years, maybe around high school, you realised you were crushing on your dorky childhood friend who ate too much, annoyed you from hell and all the way back, but always stayed loyal to you as a friend despite your bickering over sometimes the most absurd things

“the taiyaki should be eaten from the tail”

“no nononono, you start from the mouth”

also had once said that he eats marshmallows straight off the bag without roasting them in a barbecue because they are the same as roasted marshmallow and he didn’t see the difference and you got so offended that you spent the next fifteen minutes of your life toasting the perfect marshmallow to prove him wrong only to realise he had said that to trick you into roasting the marshmallow for him because he was too lazy

but yeah, you had that kind of friendship dynamics going on which you were fine with

okay

you were not so fine with because a heart in love just wants more but you were too damn scared to act on your fat crush

the fears gnawed at you, even if he accepted and became your boyfriend, what were you supposed to do if chengcheng’s string suddenly connect with someone else?

do you give up on him? and just let him go because there is someone who is destined for him out there and him being tied down to you was denying him of a future he should have

or worse what if he leaves you because you were always second and never the first choice for anyone because you have no fated person to begin with

you had given up on hoping for your pinkie to grow a string because, honestly, it isn’t going to happen

so with these fears, you had instead chosen to simply take the grand first row seat as the oblivious boy told you his crushes and you pretty much became the confidant whenever he had a significant other

oh i forgot to mention but your secret ability to see the string of fate of others? you told no one, not even chengcheng because your mum really felt like she will murder whoever knows of this family secret

and yes, so you have witness 3? 4? relationships in the past 14 years of friendship with the male and all of which you tide over by throwing yourself in anything and everything that you can distract yourself with

you even tried going out with other people but most of them ended within months so you eventually gave up

although you couldn’t help but feel relieved whenever you glance down and see that his string remain unattached even through so many relationships he was in

although you lived with trepidation, in fear to see that one day, his string would attach to someone and that was the last straw that kill any hope of your love being reciprocated because you will. WILL. have to back off, you may be in love but you were such an asshole to deny chengcheng of a better future

also he noticed your habit of looking down at left hand

“y/n, i notice that whenever you see me, you always look down at my hand???”

and you needing to not expose yourself and your secret you always shrug and change the topic before he could press any further

it was university, both of you were freshmen, of the same faculty, same major

so you were still stuck with chengcheng and still had the front seat to his love life

you noticed his crush earlier than chengcheng himself

a young boy in love, awkwardly shy but incredible soft, a side you never knew he had beyond the dorky self he was and that made you jealous

but with countless experience, you kept it cool because better being friends than having any semblance of relationship shattered over your petty feelings

so one day when both of you were lounging in his bedroom, taking a break from the project you were working on as he said, “y/n. you know qinqin?”

you glanced up from your phone only to spot the same shy boy, show hesitated with the beginning of a smile curling his lips, your heart dropped a little but you merely hummed, “yes? what about her?”

“i think i like her”

and like always, a practiced line came out automatically as you encouraged him to do what you wants as long as he didn’t regret it

although this time, you found yourself asking, the question passing your lips even before you had the chance to process them

“hey, chengcheng, do you believe in the string of fate?”

and the male who was amused replied, “maybe? but that did be so dope if it is true. but why though?”

“nah… just curious.” you were surprised that he didn’t catch the bitterness behind your words.

within a month, chengcheng began going out with qinqin, a girl who you had known her name and face but little to nothing about her

but it was a glance at her pinkie did you see the red string around her pinkie extending to connect with another school mate, a male who seemed to be acquainted with qinqin as well

and the sirens in your head went off, you could almost foresee the future events, one of heartbreak for chengcheng, and you knew the male had always been particularly sensitive and you didn’t wish to see his heart get broken especially knowing how deeply invested he was in the current relationship

so you tried to hint to him, an uphill task which was hard because you had to hide your ability while trying to convince chengcheng who interpreted your actions as trying to tear him apart from qinqin because you were jealous of his closeness with qinqin

and of course, i guess the frustration got to you because you spouted a rather careless remark, “i hope you don’t regret not listening to me when it really happens”

oh boy did you fuck up big time

and both of you slipped into a period of cold war

a first in 14 years of your life and you felt bad, super awful over what you said but you can’t take back what you said and chengcheng pretty much pulled a ninja card on you and was never in sight when you tried to find him, and when you do find him he was with other friends you didn’t know or qinqin herself

so you gave up trying, only to have yourself to blame for meddling

it was one day when you have thrown your miserable self deep into your studies did you receive angry knocks on your door

opening, standing by your doorstep was chengcheng, broken and bitter, he chuckled bitterly, “we broke up.”

your eyes darted down to his left hand, the string was still unattached

“are you happy now, y/n? that what you hoped happened? that i didn’t listen to you?”

your eyes dropped to stare hard at the wooden flooring, the back of your eyes stinging with the sudden gathering moisture threatening to fall

guilt, it gnawed at you, hurt, it struck at you like a dagger digging into your stomach and ugly ugly relief washed you, making you disgusted.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn-”

“well it is too late, y/n, you can’t take back what you-”

“I know!” the words burst past you lips as your gaze flew up to meet his, which were dark with stormy emotions

“i know…” you whispered, swallowing the growing lump pushing against your throat

“if i wasn’t cursed with these ability”

your mutter didn’t go unheard by the male narrowed his eyes at you, “what do you mean?”

“nothing,” hasty to cover up, the worst cover up lie was thrown only making the male advance closer, “lying now, huh? i guess our friendship is really nothing to you, y/n.”

and that’s when you snapped

“look, you want to know? alright, here’s the deal, so listen up, fan chengcheng. her string was connected to someone else that wasn’t yours and fate doesn’t give us humans much control over our choices, you will never becomes her first because is someone else much better than you for you. and i know what it’s like to always be second to someone and never the first, it hurts. it fucking hurts. i know i was in no place to say those things and regarding your question, if i was jealous of you and qinqin? yes i am, i am jealous that she had a chance with you because i will never have one but you know what, i am happy being friends with you but i guess we won’t be anymore seeing the state of things right now. so yeah, i’ve got better things to do so please get out.”

somehow you managed to hold your tears back as you pushed a stunned chengcheng out of your door before slamming it shut

it was over, you fucked things up big time, not only did you reveal your ability, you had dropped the bomb of your crush and ended your friendship with him

well done

well done indeed

and the weeks after that night, you became the one who pulled the ninja card on chengcheng, refusing to be anywhere near him because you knew you did sob your eyes out over ruining your 14 year friendship over something so petty because you couldn’t contain your jealousy unlike the previous times

four weeks in your mission to avoiding chengcheng, while rushing to a sudden change in project meeting venue, you had flung yourself into the seminar room ready to apologise for not noticing the message because you had drowned yourself in work, you had instead came face to face with the very person you were trying to avoid

“sorry, i think i’ve gotten the wrong room, i’ll take my lea-”

“y/n, can we talk? please?”

hands gripped the doorknob, you were ready to bolt until the kicked puppy eyed glance went your may made your will crumble as you sighed relenting as you stepped into the room, “alright. ten minutes.”

scrolling to set the timer, you hit the start button.

00:09:59.37

he looked haggard, tired, worn, much worse than few weeks back, and you knew you were the cause of his current state, if you just didn’t open your fat mouth and let things take its course

you saw the male perk up but simply disregarded the action as you settled atop of the table, “what business do you have with me?”

“i’m sorry for that nigh-”

you could feel tears gathering at the very mention of that night as your hands sought purchase on the edges of the table, knuckles gripped white as he fought to maintain your cool

not in front of him

never

“it’s fine, i was clearly in the wrong for what i’ve done and if you wish to apologise, it’s heard and we are chill, if there’s nothing els-”

“y/n, please listen.”

the plea shot straight into your soft spot for the male which had never left no mattered how hard you had willed yourself to give up on the male, “okay”

“i’ve heard about it from your mum- regarding your ability, that is.”

your gaze shot up at his words, wide as saucers - you mum knew

you’re officially dead, your mum is going to ship you off to some deserted island to hide you and there went your youth-

“i explained the situation, and promised to not share your secret with my entire body and soul. and i’m sorry for putting you in such a difficult spot, you were looking out for me but yet i-”

“it’s fine, you didn’t know, i never told you,” you deflated a little as you shook your head with a wry smile

the silence dragged between the two of your until you heard a whisper, one which nearly got swallowed by the humming silence, “how long? for how long did you like me?”

lips pursed, your gaze cast down, refusing to meet the burning gaze that was staring right at you, “high school.”

“why didn’t you tell me?”

“i was scared” you felt tired, your legs pulled up to fold against your chest as you buried your head against your knees

“… why?”

you felt a choked bitter chuckle escape your lips at the question, your eyes lifted to finally meet chengcheng’s

“why? because your string isn’t attached to anyone and-”

you sucked in a shaky breath, lifting your left hand to stare at the empty vacuum surrounding your pinkie, “i don’t have a string, chengcheng.”

your phone beeped and your hand was quick to snatch it up, grateful of the interruption as he pushed yourself off the table and grabbed your bag

just as you were about to leave the room, chengcheng blurted out, “then, can we at least go back to being friends?”

you hesitated, as seconds dragged to minutes, you shrugged, “if you want to.”

and you left

so post cold war period was a stage of rebuilding broken bridge, including chengcheng being overly eager to reconnect with you and make up for the time lost

and while you were still uncomfortable, the familiar presence of your childhood friend won out the uncertainty as you were glad to have your childhood friend back although you would never admit it back to chengcheng

some things had changed, chengcheng asked you a lot about your ability and knowing that you could talk about it freely, you began talking about what you can see and answering his curious questions

things were fine, some of the wounds in your hear never quite closed, and you know staying with chengcheng will only allow the sparks of love you harbour for him to linger but you didn’t care anyway, too relieved to have your childhood friend back

so fast forwarding a year, things were fine, both of you have settled back into a comfortable dynamic which never quite differed from the past although chengcheng seemed to be a little more attentive to you and your emotions than before which struck at your soft spot for him

and it so suddenly, at a time you never expected

he texted you asking you to come to a meeting room to help him to shift some files, and while you complained and grumbled, you had begrudgingly agreed

but the meeting room was pitch black

“chengcheng?” you had called and the lights flickered on, instead of a place filled with haphazardly stacked files, it was decorated with so much red that you thought your eyes were going mad from the red petals on the floor, red streamers crossing the ceiling

and you were like wHaT iS gOiNg oN??????

“what prank is this?”

and chengcheng nearly broke the face of seriousness to roll his eyes at your apprehensive comment

“do you like it, y/n?” he had gestured to the room

and you surveyed it once again - too much red - too much and all you could offer was a “maybe?”

although you were quick to supply a following statement in case the male got sad, “but a+ for the effort.”

and that made the male chuckle, a low quiet one as long strides were taken to close the distance between you and him

“i thought about it for a very long time, harder than i’ve done before.”

clearly not following where the male was trying to lead to you could only nod dumbly, and chengcheng suddenly lifted his left hand asking, “how is my string doing?”

“uhm? single pringle as ever?” you offered hesitantly only to see the male break into a wide smile as he dug into his pockets, turning his body away as though to shield what he was doing away from you

and you being you, you got a little impatient, “chengcheng, i swear-”

and you were hushed by the male who leaned in to press a finger to your lips before reaching to grab your left hand

a woolly feeling slipped around your pinkie before chengcheng glanced up with a smile, “what about now?”

a red woollen string extending from his left pinkie to loop around yours sat in your gaze before disbelief and denial set in

“chengcheng, if you’re joking right now, i think it is time to stop, and if this is out of pity, it is fine, i am happy being frie-”

“but what if i want more than that?”

you stuttered to a stop, startled by the sincere graze transfixed upon you, suddenly at a loss at what to do

and stupid stupid insecurities floated upon before any semblance of happiness could arise

“aren’t you cruel? what will i do if your string connects to someone else in the future?”

your head dropped fringe falling forward to shield the first wave of tears which slipped past

“it won’t happen.”

“liar, you don’t know, i don’t think i can handle another round of heartbreak, chengcheng,” you sucked in a shaky breath as your chin tucked itself further inwards

“it won’t happen, trust me?” from the edge of your gaze, you saw him extend an open palm towards you, the silly red woollen string sitting awkwardly around his pinkie

“prove it to me then” you felt petty saying that but you needed to prove to yourself that this was not a mere figment of your imagination

and you felt a hand gently tilt your head up, a thumb moving to vrush the stray tears away before your felt the warm sensation of lips ghosting the nose, a tender murmur breathed only for you, “I like you, I like you a lot, y/n. so go out with me?”

it was a leap of faith but for your one fat crush, you did take it anytime

left hand searching for his as he dived into his arms, your answers came in a chant of incoherent ‘yes’s before you looked at your boyfriend, a smile so warm, so soft, and so fond, and that smile was reserved only for you.

“you know, i think the reason why my string is always unattached because you’re the one i’m waiting for, until the day your red string appears, mine will continue to wait for yours.”

a/n: haha so i tried, this turnt out real long, and i think the ending is so cheesy good bye but i had to satisfy my chengcheng feels so hope yall enjoyed it ? and if yall want more, feel free to hmu and i will try my best to write them c’:

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bluboothalassophile · 5 years

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Getting to Know More

Fun facts about Terry McGinnis:

He was a notorious middle child in a HUGE family: Dick, Jason, Athanasia, Cassandra, Tim, Duke, Damian, Alina, himself, Helena, Thomas, Bruce Jr., and Matt. His extended family included Dick’s wife, and Dick’s kids, Thomas, Mar’i, and Jake; Jason’s adopted daughter Lian Harper; Tim’s wife, Stephanie; and Duke’s wife; Claire Clover. His extended, extended family also had Uncle Luke’s and Aunt Babs’ kids; Carrie and Nell, Bette Kane, Grampa Lucius, and, well, at this point one got the picture; huge ass colony of Bats living in Gotham here.

He shredded it where skateboard, hockey, motocross were concerned, but he had the coordination of a spaz for baseball and surfing.

His mom was awesome on epic proportions. Seriously, he didn’t know how she did it but she redefined super mom.

Another thing to know, he totally did not have a crush on the Princess of Atlantis, he was only going with her to this movie because he happened to like it, and because Mareena was the only chick he knew who didn’t like chick flicks (Mar’i, Helena, Lian, and Max could all go Suck It! He was going to see a damn action flick if it fucking killed him this year!) Mareena just also happened to like action flicks, which was why she was here with him.

Standing there in the theatre line he tried not to stare at Mareena who was hiding her identity under a hoodie she had stolen from his room when she had walk up to the Manor with a movie for them to see. Mareena did not have friends in Atlantis who appreciated the arts of action flicks. Terry didn’t care though, he was no longer being that weirdo who was going to a theatre alone. Also, she was a chick Dana could not get jealous over and drive him insane. He would think college meant that the drama would die off with the age grow up, but apparently not. And he was not getting blue balls because Dana was having imaginary jealous fits over imaginary slights.

“Why can the line not move faster,” Mareena huffed.

“Because the line is moving this pace because people are slow. Besides, we’re ahead of the line for the premiere line,” he jabbed his thumb over his shoulder to show her. Mareena frowned.

“You people are annoying,” Mareena said icily.

“How are we annoying, you wanted to go to this movie, so I’m going with you to see this movie,” he said.

“I would’ve asked someone else, but,” she started.

“There’s no one but Don and Dawn, and we both know there’s no way in hell that Barry and Iris would let them come.”

“I could’ve gone to New Krypton,” Mareena argued.

“Oh yes, because watching their movies is so entertaining,” Terry rolled his eyes.

“You land dwellers have no appreciation for the fine arts of moving with a flow,” Mareena argued.

“Pipe down, and don’t draw attention of the paparazzi,” he snapped when her hood started falling off of her head, which had him pulling it more firmly over the green hair of hers. Only disadvantage of going to the movies with Mareena was the fact her hair glowed in the dark. But other than that, trade offs, made it worth it!

“You do realize they’d be more inclined to notice you and not me, right?”

“I’m wearing a Gotham Knights cap, and I am not royalty, I’m just one of a hundred Wayne kids,” Terry point out.

“I thought you were a Prince,” Mareena said.

“No, I’m a Wayne,” he said. “Not royalty.”

“You are also…” she held up her index fingers by her head and smiled a bit.

“Yeah, but that doesn’t count,” he shrugged. Dick had been Batman, Jason had briefly been to save Dick’s wedding, Cass currently was, Damian was next. It wasn’t anything special anymore, it wasn’t special in the family he belonged in. Though B was still the control freak behind the scenes for them so technically B was still the Bat.

“Why not?”

“Cause B’s the big man in charge.”

“Your dad is in a wheelchair,” Mareena pointed out.

“Partial paralyses is not a disability, it just means his legs have to take a break sometimes and Mom has to push him around, it’s not abnormal to what normally happens with him,” he shrugged.

“You guys have issues,” Mareena stated.

Terry merely shrugged. “Dad’s fine, we’re fine, it’s all fine!” he snorted.

“Last time you said that everything was on fire,” Mareena stated.

“Let me restate we’re fine. But mostly keep your hair away so I don’t have to explain to Dana why the hell I’m seen with another woman.” Terry stated.

“Ah, the nefarious Dana, why are you still dating that woman?” Mareena asked. “She was bratty when you were a teen, she’s worse now.”

“Not all of us get fairy tale romances,” Terry shrugged. “Besides, I like sex, sex is a great relief to the stress of everything.”

“You sound like a cad.”

“You should hear my sisters talk,” he shrugged. Mar’i, Helena, Max, and Lian were way worse than him about the sex talks, girls were all about feelings, and emotions and connections, it was annoying, and they always talked about it and guys! Terry probably knew more about women than the average guy and it was a disturbing amount information his sisters had given him. And just to clarify, he thought of Mar’i, Lian and Max as his sisters because he had known them since he was in diapers! It was hard to think of them as anything remotely close to something other than sisters.

“And you shouldn’t knock down romance,” Mareena stated. “Your family has the most epic love stories according to my father. Other than maybe Diana and Steve’s.”

“You’re nuts!” he sputtered.

“Am not, the story of B and Selina, Dick and Kori, Jason and Raven, Tim and Stephanie, B and Talia,” she stated. “Epic romances.”

“That’s just gross, and disturbing to think about my family’s love lives,” he grimaced.

“You guys are secret sweethearts I bet,” Mareena decided with a cheeky smile.

“We are the Knight! We are the Terror of Nightmares! We are NOT Sweethearts! Even Alina is even an epic of epic badasses,” he argued. His phone buzzed and he pulled it out to see the text was from his mom.

“What’s up?”

“After the movie we need to go get Matt, Carrie, Tommy and Nell from school. Babs and Luke had to go to Africa,” he said.

“Oh.”

“So we’ll get them, get a slice, and then I’ll drop you off, or are you tubing?” he asked.

“Why would I be tubing?”

“Cause it’s up or down with you,” he retorted.

“Can I stay? I haven’t hung around the surface too much, and I do not want to go to the Tower,” she said.

“Yeah. Julia will help us set up a room for you,” Terry said. Julia had come to Gotham recently because Alfred was sick.

“Who is Julia?” Mareena asked.

“Julia is Alfred’s daughter,” he answered.

“Alfred is not B’s father?” she said in bizarre wonderment.

“Uh… yeah, not a secret,” he pointed out. “Alfred is awesome, and he’s totally grandpa, but he’s not blood.” Terry shrugged.

“WHAT!?” Mareena sputtered. Terry jumped a bit as he stared at her bewildered expressioned.

“What!?”

“He’s not blood!?”

“No, I mean, like ninety percent of my family isn’t blood.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” he shrugged. “It’s not news.”

“I…” she started. “I always thought you were related,” he said.

“Really?”

“Black hair, blue eyes, ungodly pale.”

“What about Duke or Damian!?” he sputtered.

“Okay, so you don’t all look alike,” she rolled her eyes.

“Exactly, and we are all pretty much adopted. Only Athanasia, Damian, Alina, Helena, Tommy, Junior, Matt and I are actually B’s blood kids.”

“I thought you were just… you know, cause you’re a huge family and dad says B started young, really young, so I just assumed,” she shrugged.

“It’s all public record,” he shrugged. “B hasn’t been shy about it. Dick, Babs, Jason, Cass, Tim, Duke, Steph, technically and kind of, Harper, Cullen, Bette, and Renee.”

“I just thought you were related, and I thought you were also, you know,” she shrugged innocently.

“What else did you think we were!?” He sputtered.

“Vampires,” she said innocently.

“I hate dad for starting that rumor,” Terry muttered sourly.

“That one is funny though!” She persisted. “Hal told me, before I met you guys, that you were all demons.”

“Well, Rae is,” he shrugged.

“I thought your dad was big anti- anything that isn’t human marrying into my family,” Mareena said.

“Luci made valid points which had B accepting the fact marrying into a family as divine and powerful as Rae’s is a… you know, it’s kind of a divine honor,” Terry shrugged. “Besides, I didn’t know they weren’t married until they were officially married.”

“You didn’t know they weren’t married?” Mareena asked.

“They’ve been together since I was in diapers,” Terry shrugged.

“Really?”

“Yes really. I’m pretty sure they were the ones who found me,” Terry said.

“I’m learning more about you than I ever thought possible.”

“All of this is actually public record.”

“Really?” she asked skeptically.

“My biological mother was Mary McGinnis, she was married to Warren McGinnis, they died in a car crash when I was three days old and they were driving home from the hospital. I’m technically property of A.R.G.U.S. so Waller took me in, Jason found me about a year later,” Terry explained.

“That’s weird,” she decided.

“No, what’s weirder is the fact that Matt is my full brother,” Terry stated. “Mary and Warren were dead five years before Matt was even conceived, and he’s my full brother.”

“What?”

“Yeah.”

“I thought you were B’s blood son,” Mareena said carefully.

“I am. Waller injected a serum into Warren McGinnis’ DNA to scramble his own DNA to match with Bruce’s. Warren was a chimera essentially thanks to Waller’s tinkering,” Terry said. “I’m a ‘clone’ of Bruce’s in a way or I was supposed to be with what Waller set up, and I’m his son, but NO, he did not get involved in the conception of me or my blood brother Matt. He’s the genetic material for us. He’s still Dad though since he’s well, Dad,” Terry shrugged.

“That’s complicated.”

“That’s my family. Also, completely public record,” he shrugged.

“You’re not normal,” she said icily.

“What!? I’m completely normal! I’m going to a movie, and with you no less, in broad daylight, and I’m not turning to ash because of the sun either!” he smiled.

“You’re sounding like a assbutt,” she muttered.

“Asshole,” he corrected. “And you started it.”

“What did you expect from my family?” she asked.

“Lots of energy,” he answered honestly. “Dad always said that you guys were energetic like no tomorrow and wild, also unpredictable, dangerous, and loud, very loud.”

“You expected that!?” she sputtered.

“Did you think I was expecting a mermaid from Little Mermaid, fishtail and all?” he asked her.

“Yes!”

“Nah,” he shrugged.

“You’re an ass,” she informed him.

“I’m aware.”

“Good.”

“Besides, I’m a you know,” he shrugged. “Being unpleasant and assholes in general are required.”

“Oh! The ticket booth! And next time we are dropping your family name to get into the movie.”

“You wanted to be a normal American teen this time instead of being a Princess of you know,” he said.

“I did not want that. You wanted that. Freaking love of invisibility. I swear if you were metas you’d all be like that.”

“Rae cast an invisibility spell once, that was awesome, terrifying and cool.”

“Why!?”

“Oh, the demons were hunting her, I was like seven, and it was a giant hide and seek game,” Terry said.

“That’s not normal.”

“You grew up under the sea,” he pointed out.

“You grew up in Gotham.”

“I don’t like you right now,” she decided.

“You adore me, I’m paying for the movie,” he pointed out.

“True,” she decided.

“Awe, you two are an adorable couple!” the ticket attendant said when they stepped up to buy the tickets for S.O.S. “First date?”

“We’re not a couple,” Terry stated as he paid for the tickets.

“But we are friends!” Mareena declared slinging her arm around his shoulders.

“Barely.”

“You adore me!” she declared.

Terry rolled his eyes as the ticket clerk chuckled but gave them their tickets. “I’ll spring for the snacks, you get the good seats,” he ordered as they had their ticket punched and walked into the crowd.

#bluboothalassophile #fanfic #one shot #hopes for a bastard spoilers #hopes for a bastard universe #terry mcginnis #mareena curry

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superbatson · 4 years

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1, 3, 5, 12, 23?

okay so i originally had a whole response to this typed out yesterday but i put my phone down to go eat dinner and forgot about it and later clicked on my tumblr notifs which wiped my response away completely--so, yeah. sorry for the delay. (tumblr app make asks available to save as drafts!!!!)

What did you dream about last night?

i can't remember. i don't know if i dreamt anything last night. but the night before i dreamt about an old teacher of mine. no, not in a weird way, it was just like my family and i were on vacation on a cruise ship or something and as we walked, i looked down at a lower deck and recognized my former teacher and his family. that's the most that i remember with them. the rest of the dream was like vacation shenanigans or something.

Do you feel more connected to the moon or the sun?

the moon

Name a movie that makes you genuinely laugh.

the grown ups movies. yeah yeah they're not great but they're just so ridiculous in their humor that it still makes me laugh to this day. i mean, it's so much physical humor that's really wacky and out there and it just never gets old. slapstick never gets old. what sandler movies lack in quality, they make up for in laughs.

Name a song that makes you feel ethereal.

"seeing you" by the original broadway cast of groundhog day

What’s your zodiac sign? Do you think you fit the general characteristics of that sign?

i am a gemini. i honestly don't know my sign traits by heart so i have an article open in google that lists like 7 main ones. guess i can just copy them here and see which apply and which don't...

adaptable - oh, definitely not. no way. i do not like change or spontaneity or trying new things. i am very much someone who is set in her ways and hates when something interferes with that.

outgoing - was i born in the wrong month? yeah, that's not me either. i am so shy. i mean, i have, like... okay it's not specifically social anxiety disorder, it's GAD, but obviously social is a big part of that, so, yeah. i don't start conversations. i struggle to keep them going. i mean, if i'm super close with someone, then i could talk for hours, but that's really reserved to my immediate family. in terms of face-to-face interaction, online stuff is a whole 'nother ball game.

intelligent - definitely. not to toot my own horn, but yeah, i'm pretty smart. at least, i used to get almost all As in public school, and i'm currently sat at a 4.0 GPA in community college, so. it's safe to say i am a pretty smart girl. 😎

indecisive - um, sometimes? this article uses picking a restaurant for dinner or a netflix movie as an example and i don't love those examples bc they're not super accurate. the movie thing i guess i could be indecisive but it's usually if i'm watching with someone else; on my own, i'll generally go into the app with a show or movie in mind to watch. and my family and i have a handful of restaurants we tend to go to on weekends, so we usually rotate between those and i kinda know the routine so i don't complain. but i guess with something like weekend plans overall or picking classes for a future semester, sometimes then i can be indecisive. but it's only occasionally.

impulsive - sadly, yes. this article uses the example of impulse buys and that is definitely me. not that i really go out shopping but i have impulsively bought some things online this semester (though i am disciplined to make sure it's not much or not too expensive). though ironically my impulse buys weren't, like, clothing or makeup, it was writer stuff and stim toys.

unreliable - again, sometimes. i'm definitely relatively good at responding to messages and such, but with plans... yeah, i'm known to try and cancel at the last minute. but that's only when it comes to extended family plans bc i don't love my extended family. okay maybe more specifically one side of the family. my dad's side. yeah i hate them and never want to visit them ever. anyway

nosy - guilty as charged! but not in a, like, "oh what did you do today and who did you talk to" and shit like that, like i won't be nosy in that way. but if my mom's on the phone with a relative and i only hear her end of the conversation, i will ask what she's talking about! mostly bc no one tells me the family gossip so that's my only way of finding out. i swear half the news i get about my family is either through my grandmas or secondhand from my mom.

#anonymous #replies

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scienceoftheidiot · 5 years

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For the questions about your OCs: 12, 18, 41, 42! :D

Awwh thanks for this !! I’ll reply only for the core 3 if that’s okay. Which makes it very long. Lol I hope you don’t mind.

This had me thinking more than usual, and about things I don’t usually think about, which is great !! thank you for this !

12. What is their favourite food? Desden: this is a question you do not ask. Food is sacred. All the food is worth love. Heathens only have some favourite food (don’t serve him celery. No celery. Not in this house.) Diane: anything that is quick to make and eat or that she doesn’t do herself. Then she will discover Desden’s cooking talent and she will never make any food herself anymore… almost, lol. Jimmy: the 4am kebab (well, used to be)

18. What’s their favourite genre of: books, music, tv shows, films, video games and anything else Desden: not really into films or video games for obvious reasons, but music and audiobooks are his thing. His music library will give you whiplash, it’s too random (lots of rock, though, as broad as it gets). Do not for any reason let him sing. As for books, mysteries, cop stories are fine, and he still hasn’t gotten out of the fantasy he used to read at Uni, so sometimes that, too. Nerd. Diane: loves terrible reality TV, mostly listens to french pop/singers (la Variété ™ ) or french ska/reggae/whatever (voilà donc comme je veux pas filer mes goûts à tout le monde elle écoute Tryo. Si, il existe des gens bien qui écoutent Tryo. J’en connais une. Sisi.)(cut to: rambling in french about giving her to love bands I hate). Films, she likes some good action, but can like romance too. And as for books, she will read anything and everything, she loves books. Life stories are her favourites though. No video games. Jimmy: lots of video games, mostly car races and FPS. The basic dudebro stuff. Action films. And wednesday afternoon cartoons he used to watch with his little brother. Causes him to know all the lyrics to all the Disney movies too. Don’t tell anyone.

41. What’s their sexuality? What do they find attractive? Physically and mentally? What do they like/need in a relationship? Desden: straight, but will not shy of saying if someone’s got an attractive voice, regardless of gender. He will compliment you. So yeah he likes people’s voices, especially low ones. This is one of the things that drove him to Diane - but one thing he found terribly attractive in her is that she’s buff. She’s got strong arms and body and he gets very into it - first time he found out about it when taking her arm, he was surprised but it instantly had an effect on him, ehehe. Mentally, he likes people who don’t shy away from things, and can take dark humour. And feral women ;) In a relationship, he likes to be taken out of his comfort zone, some challenge. And oh boy there’s a challenge, in catching that wild animal of a girl. Diane: straight. She likes soft boys (don’t we all), and funny ones. Physically she likes any kind as long as they’re tall, she doesn’t really have a type apart from that. Mentally, well, as I said, funny, and above all dependable, but not dependant on her. She needs her space. Though, she likes to be taken care of. She has simple needs, and doesn’t want much. In fact as the story start she really doesn’t want a relationship. Not her thing. Not the time. She wants to have her freedom and she is intend on keeping it. Jimmy: unknown. For real, I cannot place a sexuality on him, and I think he would be questionning. He’s been with men and women in the past. So I would use queer for him. But I’m frankly unsure as to how I would handle that, and him being an actual ghost in the story makes it kinda shitty. He’s not the sole non straight character I have, mind you, lol. Idk. As for other things, the more I stay on Tumblr, the more I’m afraid to write characters that aren’t exactly in the same “box” as I am, so I just need to disconnect and go with it, I think XD. Anyway. He likes calm people, those who are able to get through and balance his kinda neurotic tendencies. Also blue and green eyes. and a nice ass. Good choice, Jimmy.

42. What are their goals? What would they sacrifice anything for? What is their secret ambition?Desden: to be left alone to live his life the way he wants with the least inconvenience. He would however sacrifice anything for family (blood or not blood related - family is broad). After whining about it for days or weeks - and even after it’s done he would continue complaining about it. His secret ambition? He’d like to be a recognized cook. But it’s not an easy thing and just by friends and family is already a lot. Diane: she has a relatively similar goal in life - which is one of the things that brought them together with Desden. She doesn’t have big dreams or the like, just to live in a nice and cozy place and do what she likes. And books. Lots of books. No secret ambition for her. And the furthest away from her sisters as she can. She would sacrifice everything… for her own sake. She’s got that self preservation going strong. But maybe… if she loves someone enough, that self preservation could extend to them. Cause they’re part of them, somehow. Jimmy : well Jimmy wants to find his body and have it returned to his mom. This is his sole obsession when we meet him and it will stay that way. He would (and has) sacrifice everything for his little brother only.

Pheewww that was long. I hope you’re liking my answers lol. Thank you again !!! :D Super detailed OC asks

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intheenditsalwaysme · 3 years

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Okay let’s try something out! I’ve thought about this for years but attempted and failed multiple times, because I mean really who wants to read about someone’s “ordinary dysfunctional life”...

If it’s read great if not at least I’m not going to explode from holding it in. So IF you are by chance bored out of your mind and reading this like wth is up with this chick, let me give you a brief summary.

I am BlakeLeigh (no that’s not my government name but there are creeps in the world so yeah). I am from NC, oldest of 2 daughters, my parents are still married ,I’m a PK (yes,preachers kid) and no it’s not true in every case we aren’t all wild! I’m a boy mom, my son is on the spectrum. Yes autism; if you know who Sheldon is from the Big Bang theory is Boom, that’s him in a nut shell! Right, you’re shocked not rain man, Sam I am, Nope Sheldon. Hence the term spectrum cause that bitch is huge and way different in every case! Anyway he’s my world, I’ve fought every day since I found out I was pregnant to make his life the best it could be, cause that’s what parents do. Most cases it’s plural, in my scenario I’m both. “high school sweetheart”=toxic ex, yeah don’t believe the hype lol. Any way, got married young, had my baby at 19; dealt with total toxicity for 7years and decided my son deserved better than a once a month sperm donor! Cause he was NEVER a parent, never present. So yeah forward to 2016 met my Husband, fought toxic IT through court and now I’m legally the only parent aye, total blessing. Because ladies, (and gentlemen ) domestic violence IS NOT LOVE!!! You can not change them, is it scary as hell to try and get out YES, but is it worth it HELL YES! You can do it, I did it, and I was shy and timid AF but here I am now a completely different person and I love her (90% of the time) let’s be honest!

But today’s rant, (like you really care but here it is) Being a Pastor’s Daughter you see the world from a TOTALLY different perspective, you see someone Sacrifice so much of their time and energy into others and being there for them on call 24/7, 365 days a year! And before you come at me for religious beliefs or non-beliefs, don’t cause I’m totally gonna blow your socks off at a later date with some personal information about myself. I accept all people as people, no judgement here! Want to know why CAUSE I’ve literally been judged my ENTIRE LIFE under a freakin’ microscope! Okay, so yeah judgement free over here! So, if you’re from the SOUTH or any type of ties to the church world, I’m sure you’ve heard the phrase “church hurt”. Well let me tell you it’s a real damn thing okay! Wanna know how I know this I’ve experienced this MY WHOLE LIFE. Here I am 31 and still have to watch what I say to whom because it could hurt that reputation of my father and the work he’s done. (Did I mention were from the south, super small church so NO he don’t get money for it okay! He has a “real job, as my sister called it back in the day) being in that situation you also see those same people who cal your house at 2 or 3 o’clock in the morning for your dad to come to the hospital or to do a funeral, take them to the doctor, WHATEVER it maybe they need at that time, turn around and TALK SHIT about your dad! So I’ve literally had to bite my tongue my entire life over this BS, and to be honest the older I get the harder it is for me to do that! So here we are, I’m laying it out lol not only have they done this to your dad but also to your family and yourself! “Turn the other cheek, be the bigger person, extend the olive branch...” How many times are you expected to do that, when most of them have proven time and time again their not worth a second of your time! Much less forgiveness, but high-fiving them in the face with a chair seems very appealing, Cussing them out and telling them how you really think and feel about their “Christian” attitude or actions, Would be amazing to do!!! But guess who that would fall back on.... you guessed it The preacher, even though they were wrong and told lies, gossiped you name it. Nope they are the victim! NO PEOPLE YOU ARE NOT, in fact you are the problem! Now I’ve got that off my chest for the moment, this brings me to my open mindedness and self belief views. I do not see things as black/white, there are TONS of grey areas in my world, like how could you not question things.... I do all the time. Am I the only one? Anyone else relate to any of this or thinking damn this sounds like a freaking reality show.... well please reach out and stay tuned because I promise there’s WAY more to come in the future!!!

#funny #truth #small rant #southernstyle #preachers kid #autism

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unwoundvisions · 4 years

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Cayla (1974)

- What is your Full name? Include any maiden names, aliases, or nicknames.

Macayla Faye Ridley, but I’m usually called Cayla. Because 1, it’s easier and 2, my dad’s called me that since I was kid.

- When is your birthday? Do you know where you were born and at what time?

February 23, 1949. I was actually born late in the morning and it was at a hospital in Leicestershire.

- What is your star sign? Do you know your Chinese Zodiac too?

Pisces and I believe it’s the Ox.

- What is your earliest memory that you can remember?

Oh lord. I can’t recall a ton from my early childhood. I’ve got flashes of things like riding around with my parents. However, some of the stuff I can clearly recall is the times I was singing and dancing. I sang in front of my family all the time and I can clearly remember being excited for my first dance class when I was very young. I remember being obsessed with Marilyn Monroe and Elvis. Going back even futher, I can kind of remember my first day of school. I was very shy and started crying when a group game started because it was just so overwhelming. That’s a pattern in my life apparently, crying whenever slightly overwhelmed.

- Where was your childhood home? Was it more urban or rural?

I would call it more rural than anything. Just ask Deacy. We both grew up in very small town called Oadby in Leicester. Great place but I was desperate to get out and see more.

- How was your childhood in general? Did your parents treat you well? Did you have a lot of friends?

Overall, my childhood was pretty good. My parents never tried to rush me to grow up too fast. I’ve had a handful of friends in my life. Haven’t really kept in touch with anyone from secondary school other than Deacy. He’s my oldest friend and we met a very long time ago. So long ago that I don’t recall the exact moment we first met. We’ve literally known each other since we were small and I’m glad he’s still in my life after all this time.

- How was/is school? What is your favorite and least favorite subjects? What were your grades on average?

I was always somewhat okay when it came to school. Always did well if was about anything other than math. I never liked the strict requirements for school but I have always loved learning (again as long as it wasn’t math). I did strive for good grades but that is only because I am perfectionist and underperforming literally made me anxious. I still have a problem with being perfectionist and failure to this day. But hey, it made me get decent grades. I’m proud to say mostly A’s and B’s amongst the sea of C’s or D’s I got in math.

- Did you have a best friend growing up? What was their name? Are you still in touch?

Hell yes. John fucking Decon. He’s been my best friend since we were kids. We’ve just always gotten along. Balanced each other out in a nice way. We weren’t always together because I’m a couple of years older than him. But, we spent every spare seconds together we could. We always ate lunch together. Always played together or went to parties together. We weren’t super in touch when I started university. I just got busy and then he quickly did too. But we clicked back together again once Queen started up.

- Were you in any cliques?

Not really. I really hung out with all sorts of people. I mainly hung out with the creative types. Drama kids, music kids, art kids. But I usually hung out with all sorts of people.

- Best childhood memory you can recall?

One of my favorite memories is when Elvis was on television once. This was when I was super young, the days where everyone hated him simply for dancing to his own music. My parents had left Deacy and I alone with the television and I was convinced that was the most gifted singer on the planet. Of course, my mother turned it off once she realized but that didn’t stop me and Deacy from going outside to preform exactly what we watched.

- Worst childhood memory you can recall?

When I was teenager, right before my parents got divorced. Not the greatest time. They did nothing but arugue and cause me stress so I often spent a great deal of my time out of the house, staying with whoever would let me. Just to get away from it all. I was miserable and I think their entire relationship is why I’ve never really had this huge urge to get married.

- Name an event in your childhood that has shaped you into the person you are today.

Doing theatre for the first time changed my life. Helped me come out of my shell and helped me realize what I’m passionate about which is entertainment. At the end of my first play, I’ll never forget thinking I had found my calling.

- What is the dumbest thing you have ever done to impress someone? Were they impressed or was it all for naught?

Okay, I had this guy in school who used to wear this ridiculous hat. Somehow, he made it look attractive even though he wore it everyday. So, my ass went and bought one very similar too it; hoping he’d say something and he never said a word. I don’t blame him, I looked ridiculous.

- Did you ever have any sweethearts or lovers? Do you have a boy/girlfriend?

Oh lord. Well, me and a Deacy went out for like a week when we were young. We quickly realized that wasn’t going to work. After that, I really dated until I was in my late teens. Not, by choice, I think it’s because people more saw me as a funny/outgoing type so they never really thought about me THAT way. So, when dickhead of the century, Conrad, came along, showing me all the attention of the world, looking like a lost puppy who just needed to be fixed, I fell for it. He led me along for about almost a year and half before I finally made a move and asked him out. It was all downhill from there. We went on a handful of dates and he was the first guy I ever slept with. Promptly after we did that, he never wanted anything to do with me. Stopped talking me. Wouldn’t even explain why until I cornered him: “I just don’t like you that way.” Asshole used me as a shoulder to cry on for a year, acted like we were best friends, acted like he cared for me and “changed” his mind after we slept together. So yeah, that gave me a huge amount of trust issues. So much so, I never really seriously dated anyone after that. I’ve dated casually, slept around, but I’ve never tried to have anything serious again because one asshole ruined it for me,

- Are you a virgin?

Nope. Not at all. I probably wouldn’t be even if I hadn’t met Conrad. Still hate that he was the first person I slept with though. Should have waited around for someone better as person and in bed.

- Do you ever plan on getting married in your life? Do you want kids?

I mean, I wouldn’t say no to it. It’d have to be the perfect person though and I’ve been told by my mother my standards are too high to ever find a man so I suppose it may never happen. But even if I never did get married, I’d probably adopt some kids.

- Would you rather have your own kids or adopt? How many kids would you want?

Adopting is my preferred method because I’m terrified of giving birth. However, if I did find the right person, it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. They’ll just need to be prepared for how worried I’ll be. But as for how many, I say two or three.

- Do you think you’d be a protective parent or a relaxed parent?

I think it’d be a little bit of both. I want my kids to always trust me and know they can come to me about anything, which calls for a lot relaxed type parenting. However, I’d also be the type of parent always checking in on them because I’m terrified of them getting hurt.

- How would you prefer to pass away? Surrounded by loved ones and at peace, or while doing something heroic?

I’d prefer not to for a very long time. If I get to choose though, quick and painless. If it can’t be painless, in the name of something good like justice or family.

- Generally, how healthy are you? Do you get sick or injured easily or are you fit?

I get mild injuries because I do trip sometimes. But, I’ve never broken anything. I’ve got some scars from a couple of nasty falls. I’ve even got a tiny one near my mouth from when a dog attacked me as a baby. My immune system is shit if I’m not taking vitamins. Seriously, if I go to crowded places, I will come back with some type of cold. Hell, even with vitamins I can still get sick.

- Have you ever been badly injured before? What was the worst time and how did it happen?

Well, I can only think of two times. Once, wag before I can remember, my mother’s dog attacked my face. It was small but still did a lot damage at the time. I think my dad said it even look like my eye was going to fall out. Thankfully, though, I walked away with a mild scar and maybe some uneven eyes. I think I was also in the hospital once for a dislocated shoulder. Again, before I can remember but it happened because my dad was playing with me by swinging me around by my shoulders. Other than those two times, I’ve been lucky.

- How many times have you been to the hospital/doctor’s?

A handful of times at the hospital. Mostly for the things I mentioned before but I can also remember going for stomach issues. Other than that, I hate going to the doctor so I don’t go as often as I should.

- Have you ever had a concussion or brain injury? Have you ever had amnesia?

Thankfuy, no.

- What was the worst illness you ever contacted? Do you know what it was? How long were you sick?

Again, thankfully, I’ve never been seriously sick.

- Ever had any extended hospital stays? What for?

I think I may have been in the hospital for a few days with a nasty stomach bug but thankfully nothing serious.

- Are you employed? Where do you work and who do you work for? What do you do?

I’m a manager for Queen. I consider myself to be more so their stage manager but I’ve really been around far too much for that too be the case. I help them where I can, make sure their not getting screwed over and try to make sure they play nice. There’s also paper work sometimes which is boring.

- Are you happy with your current job?

It’s been a dream honestly. Makes way more money than I ever dreamed of having. The music is amazing, I get to be around the people I love all the time and it’s been really rewarding. Maybe I’ll dable with film making in the future. I really do think we should be filming way more tour stuff and that might be cool to put out there.

- Did you have any previous jobs? What were they and what did you do?

Nothing too serious. I helped around in shops in my spare time. Did makeup for a couple of weddings and parties. I had a lot more fun doing the latter.

- Most dangerous thing you have ever done?

Well, I’m really not a risk taking type person so I’ve avoided a lot of dangerous situations. However, one time I was around some people at a party who really wanted me to get high with them, that’s never really been something I’m into so I said no. She didn’t pressure me much more but her boyfriend was really keen on trying to get me to do it. I think this was because she told him I was bi and was hoping he could relax everyone enough into a threesome. Yeah, fucking hated that guy and I’ve avoided people who pressure me ever since.

- Do you consider yourself a more active person or a more relaxed person?

Both. I’m pretty relaxed in most situations but if I’m excited about something, I get very vocal and obvious about it. But for the most part, I’m pretty relaxed.

- What is your dream come true? How about your worst nightmare?

My dream come true isn’t too far off from what I have now. I’m around the people I love, I have a good job and I’m happy. Maybe I can do some more acting and filming making in the future but for the post part I’m really happy. As for my worst nightmare, not doing enough. I worry about not trying hard enough for what I want and dying without feeling completely accomplished. Plus, it would suck if I never find anyone I connect with.

- What is the biggest and most important goal you have set for yourself?

Being a manager wasn’t a goal of mine but ever since I did start helping the boys I’ve been determined not to let any man think they can belittle me. I usually outwork them and I usually known more than them so I refuse to be treated as less because this usually a man’s position.

- How persistent would you say you are? How much does it take to get you to give up on a task?

I’m very persistent when it counts. I’ll do whatever needs to be done as best as I can. However, if there is a bit of time for me to do that, I’ll probably waste a tiny bit of that time. If there’s no time, it’ll have my full attention until it’s done and I’m stressed.

- Would you surrender yourself to your enemies or fight to the very end?

If someone I loved was in danger, probably surrender. But other than that, hell no. I’ll fight until it kills me. I’d rather die fighting then simply give up.

- When do you usually do your shopping? What is currently on your shopping list?

Whenever I can. I like shopping but it gets exhausting if it happens too much. We’re on tour at the moment so the only real thing on shopping list is cute souvenirs like buttons or pins.

- Currently, what is something you want but do not need?

I want to get a tattoo. I never have because they always said tattos were a death sentence for an actress and now I can not find a single reason I shouldn’t get a tattoo.

- Do you like shopping? What is your favorite thing to shop for?

I do just not all the time. I usually prefer to make it an all day event and then do it again a month later. I really enjoy shopping for makeup, clothes and unconventional things like comic books or stuffed animals. I swear, I don’t buy all of them. Just really, really cute ones. I have standards.

- What is the most expensive thing you have purchased? Was it worth it?

Okay, first thing I properly bought myself was one of Elvis’s guitars. I shouldn’t have. Way too much fucking money but Brian told me about an auction where they were selling the guitar Elvis played during the 1968 comeback special. I bought it. It pained me but I bought it. I don’t even play guitar. It’s just in my apartment. Hanging up like artwork but to me it is.

- What would you do if you were suddenly given one billion dollars out of the blue?

I’m making a good bit of money these days. Way more than I ever expected. I give what I can away to charities and that’s exactly what I’d do with a billion dollars to. Give it to charities. Or create my own where we create housing for homeless people.

- What would you describe your style of clothing as?

Casual and relaxed. I live in t-shirts and jeans for the most part. But if it’s important, I’ll wear some cute dressss or skirts. I like looking cute. I think I give off a “fuck cute things” vibe but I do like being cute. For parties I’ll usually wear something sexy because I love doing that when I can.

- Do you have any hobbies? Name all of them if you can.

Writing, makeup, painting, traveling, photography and reading.

- Do you like and appreciate art? What is your favorite piece of artwork?

I do appreciate art but I don’t know nearly as much as I want to. I know what I do know from Freddie and Elton. They collect art. I suppose I am a fan of Vincent Van Gogh but I think everyone is.

- Do you like music? What is your favorite style of music?

I do. I love music. I admit, I think I’m more passionate about film but music has always been a huge part of my life. I think my favorite style is Rock and Roll. I grew up listening to Elvis but as I got older, I found more cool stuff. I adore Queen’s stuff and they’ve introduced me to a lot of music I didn’t know before.

- Have you ever seen any musicals? What is your favorite?

I have seen them and been apart of them. I have to say, I think I like Phantom of The Opera the most but Les Misérables is good too.

- What are your top three favorite animals? What would you say your “Patronus” or “Spirit Animal” is?

Dogs, Tigers, Ducks. I suppose my spirt animal would probably be a tiger.

- What are your top three favorite colors?

Red, Black and green. I really do love all sorts of colors though.

- What is your favorite season? Do you prefer hotter or colder weather? Do you like snow at all?

Fuck the hot weather. I love the colder seasons and I love snow. I can’t stay out in it for too long because I’m a baby but I love looking at it.

- What kind of flavors do you prefer: Sweet, Sour, Bitter, Spicy, Dry, or Umami (savory meat taste)?

I would say I usually prefer sweet and salty tastes. Sour I’m okay with. Spicy is okay sometimes but again, I’m a baby and I’ll start to sweat if it’s too hot for me. I’m also one of those weirdos who likes Fish. I feel like everyone hates fish but I don’t.

- Can you cook at all?

I can cook enough to survive.

- What is your favorite dish? Can you prepare it? Do you have the recipe handy?

I think my favorite dish is anything pasta related so thankfully, yes, I can easily make that.

- What is your favorite fruit and vegetable?

I really like Pears, Blueberries, Peaches, pineapples. I like others too but that’s what came to my mind. For vegetables I’m a fan of broccoli, cauliflower, cucumbers, celery, onions, peas, corn and carrots.

- What is your favorite dessert? What is your favorite type of candy/treat?

Ice Cream or Cake. I’m really not hard to please at all. My favorite type of candy though is probably any of those gummy candies.

- What is the best thing you have ever had the opportunity to eat? What is the worst?

I think Sushi was probably one of the coolest things I’ve gotten to eat. I legit cannot eat anything with mushrooms. I hate them with a passion and they ruin food.

- Do you like to drink tea or coffee? Any favorite flavors?

I’m more of a coffee person. Flavored coffees like Carmel or anything like that are usually my favorite. I don’t mind tea either but I don’t reach for it often.

- Describe your sense of humor.

I think it’s sarcastic and dirty. I’ll really laugh at just about anything except cruel type of humor or slapstick. Slapstick isn’t always bad but it just doesn’t appeal to me most of the time. I think I like humor that just seems genuine.

- What is one thing you are justly proud of?

My makeup skills.

- Do you have any religious beliefs? If not, have you ever been to a church service?

I do. I’m Christian but I like to say I’m very relaxed and private Christian. To the point where I never really talk about it with people unless they absolutely express some type of desire to. It’s just not something I naturally want to talk about because it’s a personal thing to me. Plus, I really do respect all religions so I’ve never understood the point of trying to force it down people’s throats. I don’t attend church because I just hate that atmosphere. Feels way too hive-mind and judgmental to me. Plus, I think a lot of religious structures likes churches have caused so much damage in society that it’s made me want to keep to my self.

- What would you say is the worst thing someone has done to you? What is the meanest thing someone has ever said to you?

See the Conrad story above. He’s the worst. As for the meaning thing someone has said, I think it has to be all the times grown ups called me “spastic” simply because I was eager to talk about something.

- What is the worst thing you have done to someone? What is the meanest thing you have said to anyone?

The worst thing I have ever done to someone was tell a secret of theirs because I was with someone who figured it out on their own. It’s the only time I’ve ever done it and I regret it to this day. I think I’ve said quite a couple of mean things to Roger. I’m usually joking for the most part though. I hope he knows that.

- Share the latest entry in your diary/journal.

“Dear Diary, I got a journal today. I can’t wait to start keeping a book about my life so I don’t forget this amazing time. Starting tomorrow, I’ll write in you daily. “

I’ve gotten multiple diaries and usually every entry looks like that and I never pick it up again.

- What is the most precious thing you own? Is it valuable at all?

Prescious makes me think of personal value more than anything. I think it has to be my Pooh Bear. Plus, all the photo albums I have.

- Talk about someone you know. It can be someone you either like or dislike.

I suppose it’s fitting to talk about Tony because I haven’t mentioned him once. I probably shouldn’t bring him up at all but it’s hard not to. He’s a very confusing man and he drives me crazy. Also, don’t tell him but he’s so good looking that it’s not fair. Really. He should be arrested.

#(( i finally did another of these ))#(( i really made the conrad story a bit more conplex ))#(( because in real life it’s a very boring story ))#(( i thought this felt a bit more real ))#(( and i think les mis came out in 1980 but lets pretend it didn’t ))#(( i also hope i got john’s home town right ))#╰ curvy cayla ╮#♫ play the game (queen fic)#✧ modest musings ✧

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hayleymarshalldaily · 7 years

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Gigi / other admins what are your predictions for TO season five, like honest predicitions not unrealistic ones? also why do you carry on the blog when you say you no longer like the show?

My (Gigi) honest opinions are here:

First and foremost I predict this is the last. I don’t think they’ll have another season, and I think the writers will be aware they’re writing their last.

Unnecessary teen drama fuelled by daddy issues with Hope because her father never picked up the phone despite breaking the rules and visiting Elijah (lord don’t get me started) and first love boyfriend drama with Roman. First two/three episodes will jump around with different locations including the school but i think by episode four they’ll all be home in new orleans (I’m predicting now Roman will die, probably similarly to Jackson in that he died because he was too close to a member of the family.)

I suspect they’ll have Hayley either go with “I never stopped loving you Elijah” or ‘learn’ to love the new Elijah, or just be plain over the battery, I’m a bit 50/50 on how quickly they’ll get his memories back. I have a feeling Elijah will have a new love interest who will fail to hold his attention once Hayley is back in his life or he gets his memories back, I suspect Hayley may also have a new LI who will have 30 seconds screentime total and will also be ditched in favour of H/E. We’ll probably learn little about what Hayley’s been doing in the past decade or so, she prolly wont have a job or have picked up a new hobby and they’ll once again make out like every waking moment was spent trying to get the mikaelsons together again and she just didn’t have timeeee for herself (or they’ll make out like she aint even bothered because that wouldn’t surprise me either with the way nobody including hayley fought to keep them all together at the end of last season)

I suspect we’ll have minimal Rebekah as per season 2/3 due to the fact Claire’s new series got picked up to order, I think we might have Kol/Davina drop in together every now and then, depending on when Danielle wants to film. (Though even if she was completely free I dont think they’d ever bring them both to mains)

I’m monumentally disappointed with the lack of flashbacks this season, I really am, but with the cut down time I suspect there’ll be the same amount in s5, then again if Klaus really does return back to how he used to be due to losing Hope (literally and figuratively), maybe we’ll get some more so they can draw comparison. Josh will probably be the same as he was this season as well, they’ll make a reminder that he has a boyfriend or something and then never show the guy again, then he’ll be used randomly as/when to fit plans. We’ll prolly have a couple of shots of Cami’s grave again so I suspect that’ll remain the same.

I predict that Rebel will have broken up by the first episode and Marcel will be back in New Orleans. (small chance they’ll break up in the first episode after realising that it just isn’t working out and they’ll make a show of Rebekah staying wherever they are at that moment and Marcel going home. I suspect Rebekah/Marcel will have been in a very tumultuous on/off again for the past 7/8 years) Rebekah will drop in when the drama starts and they need her for something, her and Marcel will gaze longingly and may have gotten it on again by the end of the season.

I suspect that Freya/Keelin will be ridiculously happy and soppy though Freya will feel guilty over how long her family have been separated. Keelin will comfort her and that will lead to more soppy stuff. The writers have made it v clear they’re all in for this relationship to be happy and not end so there’s really not that much to ‘predict’ with this one.

Hope will probably have Bonnie/Davina level powers that she’s still not got amazing amounts of control over due to the sheer level of power she has. Will probably lose control a lot.

Vincent... idk about Vincent, he’ll prolly have his own sideplot that’ll link into the main somehow. Same goes for Marcel, I dont really know where they’d go with him.

I think The Hollow plot will be solved by episode 2 and then the s5 villain will problem will take root in episode 3, like in this season just passed, where season 3′s problem was solved at the end of episode 2 and then the hollow came in and messed it up for them when they finally thought they were gonna be okay.

Klaus... I’m with everyone else they’ll probably have Klaus with an old edge to him because he’s feeling bitter that once again he’s had to give up his child in order for his family to be okay, and for all he has had growth in the past couple of years, this is klaus we’re talking about, it *will* get to him deep down that his family get to go off and basically be perfectly happy with their partners and elijah gets to unburden himself of them all but he gets jack shit and cant be with Hope once again. But then again we were told to expect Klaus with PTSD from the dungeon and he had a total of one scene where we saw the effects of that so whoooo knows if they’ll make it effect him.

Depending on what capacity they get Candice I suspect they’ll have Caroline be the light in his life again or whatever when he can finally go near Hope again and he don’t know how to act they’ll have Caroline act like she knows her better than anyone else since she’s been her teacher (yeah the vampire teaching the witch, okay, whatever, moving on) and will help Klaus with Hope.

Ric will probably make a cameo in either the first episode or an episode later down the season.

There’ll probably be a K/D, H/E, R/M & K/C endgame. But i wouldn’t be surprised if they had it so R/M weren’t actually endgame and have them accept that they’re always gonna love each other but it’s never gonna work out.

I’ve heard talks of a Hope spinoff, and maybe there is an actual plan in JP’s head for this or maybe there isn’t, But I guarantee you that if they do a backdoor pilot (prolly where Alaric will actually enter) then it’ll flop. Theres no longer a market for that kinda show. Not a TVD meets Harry Potter meets Buffy which is how I expect they’ll try play it off. I think Hope was aged up because they had no idea what to do with a seven year old tbh, and this is the CW, so there *must* be some sort of romance with a central character. Hence Roman. I suspect Hope will be bratty and have an attitude and wont be the shy completely selfless kid we met in s4, and they’ll probably either try saying it’s her genetics or because Klaus wasn’t around enough.

(my unrealistic hopes though are hayley having an actual job and maybe going back to the pack since it was confirmed she was still living in new orleans and being an alpha and liaising with Vincent to be the head of the wolf faction again, having more flashbacks, minimal daddy issue drama with hope, more haycel/hopecel, little interference from TVD including MF, and not stringing out the elijah drama, if you’re gonna give him back his memories just doooo it don’t make it last all season, also freya getting a job might be cool, and learning vincents actual job when he’s not casting spells... you know... just saying)

I still run this blog because I’ve invested a fuckton of time into it, this blog is like my baby tbh, and I still love Hayley as a character even though I’m not okay with the show rn or tbh a lot of the way Hayley is written, she’s still a character that I very much so cannot let go of just yet. Also I found out that Carina will be a producer this year which I let fill me with a tiny bit of Hope because whilst she may not have ultimate power on the actual plot like Julie does, she’s very much so always been very pro Hayley and has always written incredible scenes for her, and has also written some very decent K/H/ scenes (whether or not she or anyone else ships them romantically, some of the best K/H scenes where they talk about Hope have been written by her)

Royal I’m assuming doesn’t care enough to give a prediction for s5 because she’s over the show, I know from speaking to her though that she’s still part of the blog because she enjoys the company (ayyyy) and has also been here from the very start and has invested a lot into it. Royal’s done a lot for the blog BTS.

And this is Sarah’s response:

My predictions for the show are pretty bleak (for me). I don't like this time jump. At all. Literally, there is not a single thing I like about it. I think they built the show on Klaus' redemption being through being a father to Hope, and yet he's spent literally less than two years actually raising her. So, what's the point of him being a father if he's not actually being a father? You providing biological material and/or money and possessions does not make you a father. He got what - two months with her where she could actually form memories and half the time he was fighting a big bad. Yes, his sacrifice was noble...I guess.

So, we're gonna get Hope with daddy issues. Which is very valid for her to have because she can't actually spend quality time with her father. And she apparently doesn't get to be raised by her mother. But that's all good because saint Caroline has a school she can attend and that's super more important than her being raised by her mother. Obviously, there's no witches in NOLA who could teach her. No witch children she could make friends with (or werewolf children for that matter). Nope. None. Not a single one. Certainly none with the last name Mikaelson. Noooooope. Can't think of a single witch who could teach her.

Also, add in the fact that the sides that were released (which I doubt will make it onto the show) have Hope completely isolated and has no friends because everyone is scared of her. But totally worth not being raised for extended amounts of time by either of her parents for her to not have friends...she gets a boyfriend though!!!!!!! And that's all that matters, right?

Basically, I think they aged up Hope because now they can push the magic school spin-off with Hope as the lead once the Originals ends. They're baiting other fans in with talk of Caroline and KC and whether they actually go through and produce either - who knows.

I think eventually they'll get back to NOLA. Hope will leave the school (since apparently she has no friends there in the first place). Her boyfriend will follow and be creepy like all the male vampires on this show. But she'll ignore it because he's dreamy and dangerous and blah blah blah. The show will continue reusing plot lines and nothing will actually ever happen or be accomplished. Somehow the Mikaelsons will put the Hollow down for good and we'll see Klaus again not knowing how to be a father/trying to make up for lost time because that's all the writers apparently know how to write. Maybe we'll get big bad Klaus again, and when he's finally reunited with Hope, he'll start his redemption arc again. Wash, rinse, repeat.

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yellow ! i’m leona your average carefree black girl i am twenty one, in pst and i play dionne the ariana grande as well as orion the harry styles. there’s more about them under the cut and yeaH ! click to find out more and smash that like button if you wanna plot and i’ll come slide in your dms.

BEWARE mentions sexual & physical abuse below the cut !

orion sebastian grey aka harry styles

orion was born to a CEO of a fortune 500 company and a kindergarten teacher - he’s very close to his mother but his father and him dont exactly see eye to eye, he wanted orion to take over the energy company and orion wanted to start his own tech company

his father actually told him he’d never amount to anything, but by the time he was fifteen he’d sold his first app for over 3 million dollars and by the time he was sixteen he’d moved out on his own

he came to valentina because two things, one he’s hopelessly in love with his best friend who doesnt feel the same way and two, he’s so fucking awkward he wouldn’t even know how to begin to ask someone out

legit, throughout most his childhood he talked to like his two friends and his parents and their staff and that was it, he was even home schooled because he’s very advanced and teachers got tired of him always correcting them.

he’s very gentile you know?? like super awkward and soft and shy and he doesnt know when anyone’s flirting with him bc he doesnt really get like social cues - like in all honesty do NOT try and come to him if you’re sad or upset bc he really wont know what to do or say to help you

he’s very loving though!! if you’re one of the people he actually talks to, he’ll take care of you in any way that he can even if he doesnt talk to you, he’s the type to go out of his way to make you feel better

the only relationship he’s ever been in was a weird one bc he was a submissive to this older woman who was friends with his momma and that ended about three years ago but he still feels like weird?? about it ???

OH he’s heteroflexible, like he’s hella curious about what it’ll be like to be with a guy but he’s lk unsure of how that’d work or....do.....

dionne nicole boodram aka ariana grande

dionne was born to a drug addicted mother, she has no idea who her dad is but he died when she was only 2 so it doesnt really matter anyways (if ur wondering he was some drug dealer who her momma hooked up with for drugs). she was raised by her aunt and uncle who she calls momma and daddy, her cousins are basically her siblings but any time they’d get mad at her they’d be all “fuck you you’re not my sister anyways” and then her parents would be all STOP PLAYIN THATS YOUR SISTER

this is really not important more just of an fyi her “aunt and uncle” who were really just family friends of her mom are black & so are all her siblings

okay so she is a sexologist, she grew up a really like....horny kid (like can you imagine masturbating at like 5?? yeah that was bae) but sex was always like a secret thing in her household. her mom never actually had like “the talk” with her, she just sorta had to guess and figure it out on her own

random hc, she saw her first porn when she was five, her and her sibling found a movie marked peter pan - it was defs not a cartoon she got in a lot of trouble for watching it

she grew up very pretty middle class, her mom and dad have been together for over twenty five years and are still in love to this day

she was molested by her cousin & her brother (the situation is kinda weird bc their cousin was older and he would like force her bro to touch her and like watch twas just a;lskdfjals;d weird i don wanna get super graphic bc triggers and all that but yeah)

she’s always been real real boy crazy, like since she was a little girl she wanted a boyfriend (she locked down her first bf when she was only 6) and shes like that desperation for love and affection is reason why the majority of her relationships ended - she’ll go above and beyond 24/7, over extending herself and giving everything she has until she’s got nothing left and then give some more

when she was about 17 she was raped by a person she cared a lot about, she had a giant crush on this guy and she went to his house and because she was there she feels a lot of guilt like she brought it on herself and tbh she hasn't actually told anyone about what happened that day

she started working for valentina when she was nineteen and working on getting her sexual education certificate, she’s now working on getting a sexology certification but she begged valentina to let her join the program because she’s on the verge of being kicked out of school if she doesnt pay her tuition

dionne is such a firm believer in soulmates but she’s one of those people who believes in different kinds of soulmates and that love comes into your life for a reason even though all of her relationships have been disastrous shes still such a hopeless romantic

#hey girl hows it goin #ghhq: intro

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