#also teal roots G!!

[argheizi]

cartoony Way brothers cause theyre fun to draw :)

#i really liked those looks #pls stop bullying mikey for his revenge phase #he looked adorable #also teal roots G!! #funny how they never look the same way twice when i draw them #gerard way #mikey way #three cheers for sweet revenge #revenge era #mcr #mcr fanart #my chemical romance #my art #sketchbook

[panic-whump]

Gift pt. 3

(Again, this features @mushmallowy-marshshroom‘s character, Todd! Ask me to add tags if I need to; I’m not aware of all the warnings I might need to add.)

“To-odd..?” Syn croaked feebly, waking Todd up. “I-is that you..? A-are you there?”

“Yes, I’m right here,” He soothed, glancing at a nearby clock. 3:17 am. “How are you feeling, dragonfly?”

Syn visibly relaxed and mumbled, her words strange and awkward from the gauze in her mouth, “...’M tired. G-got sc-cared, wan’ed to ma-ake sure you were h-here.”

“Don't worry, I’m not leaving you alone.” I don’t feel safe leaving you alone like this. 

“Mmma-alright…” Syn said, her voice soft and strained. It got tenser as she asked, “...Why c-can’t I-I see..?”

“Your eyes are hurt, so Nick wrapped a bandage around them. That way they don’t get worse.” Todd explained gently, rubbing her cheek. She leaned ever so slightly into his touch, shivering.

“Will they g-get better..?” Syn asked fearfully. Todd didn’t know, but there was no way he was telling her that while she was like this, so he instead said calmingly, “They should, you’ll be just fine.”

Syn was silent for a long time, and Todd thought she had fallen asleep again until she softly asked in a slurring voice, “Wh-ere am I-I? Did...you c-come to save me?”

And that’s what broke him.

Someone—no, not someone, Thyme— had made her feel like she needed rescuing. She had broken Syn down, both physically and emotionally, and if he recalled correctly, this wasn’t even the first time Thyme had done this sort of thing. Not that it would be excusable if it was; this was horrible and cruel and unnecessary. No one deserved to go through this much pain, especially not Syn. Despite what anyone may say, he knew she was gentle and sweet. It was horribly clear that Thyme was trying to make her anything but, and the quickest way to remake something was to break it down and rebuild it. Why Thyme wanted to destroy Syn so badly to be just as cruel as she was, Todd couldn’t understand. He also couldn’t understand why she had just abandoned her on his front step if Thyme wanted Syn so much. 

“To-odd?” Syn asked in a terrified tone, weakly starting to try and sit up before falling limp again, shuddering with exhaustion as her blanket fell to the floor. “Y-you’re still there, right? Y-you weren’t just a dream, r-right..?”

Todd blew out a sharp breath, then said in the softest tone he could manage at the moment, “Yes, I’m still here. You’re not dreaming, dragonfly, I promise.”

Syn’s relief was sudden and drastic. She practically melted into him as she mumbled, “W-where are we..? I—I c-an’t remember a-anything…”

“We’re at my house. You’re safe now.” Todd leaned down to kiss her forehead. “No one will hurt you here, I promise. You can go back to sleep, dragonfly. I’m sure you’re tired; I won’t leave you.”

Syn was out before he finished speaking, he noticed with a smile. His smile quickly fell as he looked her over again, his anger rising with every jagged lash he saw that she had to suffer, every bloody, bandaged wound on her body, and her temporarily (oh, please be temporary) sightless eyes. His fury rose with every moment until it was seething under his skin like liquid fire in his veins. He wanted nothing more than to give Thyme a piece of his mind, and maybe a piece of his fist too.

I wouldn’t feel too bad about doing that, he thought as he looked Syn’s battered form over again. Not bad at all. It’s the least I can do for her. 

He grabbed and tucked the blanket around her again, promising Syn silently, If she ever tries to hurt you again, I swear, I won’t let her. You’re safe now, safe with me.

~~~

A sickening pop, and with a slow tearing noise, then one of their fangs popped right on out, the roots and tissues torn and red and stark against the teal tusk, not that they could see that through the blindfold. They could only sit and feel and hear everything. A horrible screech ripped out of their broken throat, then the watchers did the same thing to their other tusk. The metallic taste of blood filled their mouth. 

What happened, what happened, what happened? They wailed silently. One moment, they were just walking along, and the next, they were in a dimly lit, white room, tied down on a table. Now, pieces and shards and chunks were stolen out of their body. They couldn’t seem to make themself move, but they still felt every single scale plate that was split and torn off their spine and every quill plucked from their neck.

Their mind was foggy and feverish from the agony, and their limbs felt cold and numb. How long had they been tortured by these horrible, pale phantoms that called themselves human? Suddenly, they were weightless, then moving, then thrown to the ground again. Time had no meaning, there was only the wheezing of their breath and the faint flickers of shadows beyond their blindfold.

And then, a soft noise and a scent, one that rose above the chemical clean of the watchers and the coppery scent of their own blood. This scent was sweeter, more familiar and bright, with good memories tied into it and woven along its length. 

Todd? Their half-aware mind whispered, and his voice yelled, fear trilling in his voice like the song of a frightened bird, “Oh my god, Syn!”

And then he was in front of them, gently holding their head as they fell limp. They were safe, he wouldn’t hurt them, he wouldn’t hurt them. Todd would keep them safe, Todd had saved them. 

“Syn, Syn, wake up,” Todd said, ever so gently shaking her shoulder. Syn still couldn’t open her eyes, and even if she could, the blindfold-- no, bandage-- over her eyes wouldn’t let her see anything anyways.

“‘M’away’...” She slurred, still not quite lucid. Even that little word made her lose her breath and sent her head spinning. She felt a light touch on her head and Todd spoke again, worry clear in his voice. “You’re freezing. Don’t worry, I’m not leaving for long, I’m just going to get you another blanket.”

Syn felt his weight leave from beside her, and even though he had just explained what he was doing, she couldn’t seem to remember it clearly. Everything was bright and sharp, but at the exact same time, it was dull and soft and foggy. Her arm felt like it wasn’t attached to her body as she felt around for him with a bandaged hand. After what felt like an eternity, footsteps entered the room again. 

“Syn, I’m going to move you around a little bit.” He said softly, his voice coming closer to her. “It might hurt to move, but Nick told me this’ll help you, okay?”

Her tongue couldn’t seem to form words, so she made a soft, unintelligible mumble to show she heard him. Little shifting and rustling noises told Syn that Todd was moving things. He slid something under her feet—pillows?— and her back stung furiously as she moved slightly,  then Todd laid another blanket over her. There was silence for a moment, then she felt movement as he came to sit beside her. However, unlike past times when he was next to her, he didn't lift her head up into his lap. Instead, he laid down beside her. 

He was so warm, so she shifted slightly to try moving closer to his warmth, but swiftly stopped when everything stung and hurt and ached and when her limbs stopped listening to her fog-filled brain. Luckily, Todd seemed to realize what she was doing, so he gently pulled her closer to him, mindful of the stitches and cuts on her back.

“You can go back to sleep if you want to, I’ll stay right here with you.” He murmured, lightly stroking her hair. “Tell me if you start hurting more or get too cold again, okay dragonfly?”

Syn hummed softly again, hearing his voice but not understanding his words. She felt him kiss her forehead, and she was out like a light.

#tw nightmares #tw night terrors #oc #syn #oc whump #whump #aftermath #caretaking #caretaker x whumpee #comfort

[4th-space-poetic-threads]

Ethnographic Poem: ‘Re-searching the 4th Space’

This is a poem I wrote in March of 2019. It is an auto-ethnographic poem about my experience as a practice led researcher (and journey from June 2010 until early 2021). 

I undertook a doctoral research inquiry into the collaborative creative process (emergent space and subsequent transformations) between artists, people with their communities and institutions. This poem was written along the way, and reveals a process of critical, reflexive, relational and performative inquiry: that led me to re-visit and “re-search” the places, the sites of practice, the collaborative creative projects, interconnected webs of relationships, as well as spaces I thought I knew. Further, how this generated new insights in praxis.

The poem is made of a number of parts that revealed themselves over the course of the research. It includes embodied narrative with my own self discoveries and autobiography as the researcher, generating auto-ethnographic based text in relation to the research, as well as (auto)ethnographic performance with mask and photography. The poetic text and imagery reveals the dynamic overlays and interplays between them. The image sequence performed in the place where one of the significant research discoveries and interconnected  narratives (of women artist/practitioners), that further led to the writing of ‘Bone Poems’ (see Prince, 2018).

Re-searching the 4th Space

Part 1: In the beginning

I.         

This story begins with a mask, at the end, she appeared

through her 

the story unmasked

now re-told  through me.

II.         

It took me years to find her to shatter and re-search what I thought I knew and for all the pieces to come together anew.

III.         

I stumbled  on a messy web a tapestry of dynamic interconnections

IV.         

I saw the butterfly not caught but shifting spaces of change.

V.        

I saw relationships interwoven over time, place  people, projects and space connected in unexpected ways.

VI.         

I was lost deep in the forest far left of centre in a “disorientating dilemma” I stumbled on the bone of munitions  and radioactive waste,

VII.         

Divergent narratives converged my perspective shifted and she opened a door.

VIII.         

I learned the poetic and metaphoric  can access dimensions that linear narratives do not.

IX.         

Yet the weight of what I found I could not bear.

X.         

My body was wracked with adversity when my teacher appeared

chronic pain is a high-pitched scream that no-one else can hear

in the darkness, I found her here,

XI.         

yet she was fully un-formed.

XII.         

Dreaming and making her awakens something indescribable in me through her I move between worlds of researcher, practitioner and artist

(Alchemist, Storyteller, Sage, ‘Larakina’[1] or a Trickster, maybe) [2]

XIII.         

Making her I found courage to speak the unspeakable to see the unseen.

Part 2 : The forgotten dark I.         

I always wondered what the dark was in me the one that could not speak.

II.         Dark roots take hold across my body, - who is she?

An ancestral thread in the maternal line the old ones do not speak.

III.          I see her I see me I see dark deep ink eyes, that see in moonless nights.

Part 3: Raison d’etre

I.          Out of the silent movement of flour and water,  layers of paper and paint made upon my table she revealed herself to me.

II.         Who is it, that is she?

III.         Is she ‘La Loba’ [3] who sings back the shattered bones guiding me to each piece?

Is she the clue that fell from the mouth of my great Aunt the last oral trace my family  barely speak?

Whine long and of no words all dirge then to us as children she would speak:

“you come from the Gypsy’s but don't tell a soul or taken you will be in the middle of night”

Woven thread of black hair  others with ‘olive’ complexion Dutch migration,  pathways of Sinti Romani?

My grandmother’s great aunt the Russian dancer they called “madame ruble” Is she thread of my Eastern European and Middle Eastern DNA?

An ancestral lineage who in us tremble with fear and yet not erased.

IV.         Is she the life force that enters the souls of my feet?

Uncontrolled not on command not on begging but when the conditions

align the stars and moon alight from the soul to earth to my feet

is it she  who rises in my belly, my chest through my eyes, and breath?

V.         

My body expands trembles and breaks her gravity pulls me closer.

Part 4: Other Ways to Be

Portrait of the author, photo by Richard Prince, 2019.

I.         Is she Ataecina rising?

II.         Or the wind of ‘el duende’[4] one my teacher named in me?

III.         Is it she – the broken hill when I stood in-between

the ruin and mint bush?

Beneath the cedar pines not as alone as it seemed in the time I could not hear and before I had learned to speak?

Is she bride of ‘Bluebeard’ [3] blood appears

that will not let her sleep the one who will not be free until she turns the key?

IV.         Is she Aletheia [5] who tears transparent holes in my skin

Is it she that can see into other worlds and ways to be?

Part 5: The un-concealed

I.         Guardian of dreams and metaphor, storyteller of transformation,

II.         Both that which is revealed and concealed the unexpected and interconnected lead me to abandoned train tracks and a broken trail of bones [6]

III.         

I am still haunted  by a single question

IV.         

“Why are there men in white suits  testing our soil” asked the two women who lived down the street?

I re-opened unanswered questions I bit the apple unknowingly I ate the fruit.

V.         I search and (re) search a landscape and stories  I thought I knew.

Barbed wire, surveilled spaces secret places questions lay in boxes versions of the truth  spun in webs

breathe in  breathe out, soil of life

breathe in breathe out, light of death.

VI.          Why did our superiors instruct us not to speak ? VII.          Why were the two women’s questions erased? Who will know the intentional ‘empty spaces’ in the final government data and reports ?

VIII.         A crack is revealed stories that were concealed in their multiplicity,  now bend towards the light.

IX.         Amidst institutional resistance, my relationships with the artists turned impenetrable stone for it was not the community alone, but artists who worked  with these communities who also carried  hidden stories of the bone.

Sensory Poetic Relationship Mapping (SPRM) experiments by the author, photo by the author, 2015.

 X.         

Moving, singing, making an ‘aesthetic space’[7] a theatre of relationships mapped out on my kitchen table

insights in practice  interweave theory, and bleeds into practice changing me

a theatre of the 4th Space enacted and all that lays in-between.

XI.         

Witness to the configurations of transformations taking place, those that cannot be seen

nor measured (by linear means) the ephemeral and that which is still yet to be.

XII.         The illegitimate, erased, the undocumented buried, do not see the light

flowers in the desert that bloom in the deep of night

here in Western Sydney amidst toxic waste sites

stories from women who saw the ‘Bluebeard’[8] now speak, beneath us out of ‘sight’

the water still flows those that we do not know and have not yet come to know are all legitimate transformations.

Footnotes 

[1] Hodge, B., G. Coronado, F. Duarte and G. Teal (2010). Chaos theory and the Larrikin Principle: Working with organisations in a Neo-Liberal world. Advances in Organizational Studies. Egypten, Liber, Copenhagen Business School Press.

[2] Irwin, R. (2015). "Becoming A/r/tography." Studies in Art Education 54(3): 198-215.

[3] See: Estés, C. P. (1995). Women Who Run With the Wolves. New York, Ballantine Books, The Random House Publishing Group.

[4] This references teachings I received in oral transmission and experiential exercise with Michael Meade. We went into the forest and were each given a word on wood to work with for the next 5 days, the word I received in this practice was ‘Duende”. This was followed by a profound personal experience on the 5th day that was shared with Michael and he said was the ‘duende’. This term is discussed at length by poet and writer by Fredrico Garcia Lorca in ‘the practice and theory of duende’ see https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sCbus6UHKD4 . It is discussed at length by Clarissa Pinkola Estes, (1992, 1995: p.20  p. 519) who refers to ‘El duende’, her work specifically is discussed further in this overarching statement in ‘Old Stories and New Eyes”.

[5] I acknowledge a conversation with Dr Fiona McAllan who introduced Aletheia “the most important Greek counterpart of our ‘truth’ “(Wolenski, 2004, p. 341) to me.

[6] Teachings on retrieving the Bone received in oral transmission in teachings “Original Voice” with Clarissa Pinkola Estes in Colorado, 2016.

[7] See: Boal, A. (1995). The Rainbow of Desire: The Boal Method of Theatre and Therapy. London, Routledge.

[8] See: the story of the Bluebeard as retold by Clarissa Pinkola Estés (1992)

Further Links:

Prince, C. (2018) ""Bone Poems: Listening and Speaking from the Ground", Ethnographic Edge Vol 2 

http://tee.ac.nz/index.php/TEE/article/view/33/24

Podcast reading of poem 1 from ‘Re-searching the 4th Space’ 

https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/wildazurebutterfly/episodes/2020-09-23T04_12_48-07_00

#4thSpace ethnographicpoetry #(auto)ethnographic performance #autoethnography

[thenamesreader]

Good In Me AU Character Profile

Aika Kaneshiro- SHSL Musical Artist

Gender: Female

Height: 5′ 5″

Weight: 48 kg (107 lbs)

Birthday: April 16

Chest: 77 cm

Blood Type: A

Likes: Mukuro, Ibuki, music (obviously), cotton candy (sweet things in general actually), and flowers

Dislikes: Bullies, missing homeroom, people disrespecting her profession

Affiliations: Hope’s Peak Academy’s 78th Class, Class 78-A

Appearance: Aika is a light-brown skinned girl with sunflower gold hair and teal eyes. Her school uniform is slightly altered where she has the skirt switched out for pants. She wears the same typical outfit with a brown vest over a white dress shirt with a red ribbon tied around her neck and black flats.

Her casual wear consists of a brown duster, red scarf, white t-shirt, black two-inch boots, and black jeans. There are usually a pair of round brown sunglasses on the top of her head.

Personality: Aika is a kind and cheerful girl despite always making herself sleep-deprived since she likes to stay up to create songs. She’s also somewhat of a hopeless romantic because of her feelings for Mukuro, becoming a complete disaster if she can make her smile or laugh. Like how Mukuro is way out of touch with her emotions, Aika is too in-touch with her emotions. She tends to react before she thinks which has gotten her hurt a few times. They sort of balance each other out, though, with the musician helping Mukuro come out of her shell while Mukuro helps her handle her emotions.

Despite her flaws, she can be silly, charismatic, and filled to the brim with love for everyone.

Talents & Abilities: 

SHSL Music Artist: Aika has always had a passion for music for as long as she could remember. She started performing and playing music as soon as she could walk. Her first instrument was the piano, which she loves to play in her free time along with the guitar. She and Sayaka Maizono tend to compete since they tend to be top on the charts.

Sharp Hearing: Because of her profession, Aika has a more advanced hearing. She can tell voices apart, easily.

Advanced Dexterity: Aika is good with her hands since she plays so many instruments.

History

Early Life

Aika was raised by her father and aunt since her mother left when she was really young. She grew up surrounded by music, her aunt always singing her lullabies or playing different types of instruments for her. She would always wake up to music playing throughout the house. Most of the tv programs she watched were either musicals or music documentaries.

At the age of 4, her aunt started teaching her how to play the piano. She enjoyed it very much and played anytime she could. When she woke up, when she got bored, when she was sad, when she was happy, when she was angry. The piano was her life. After she mastered piano, she taught herself to play guitar and began writing her own songs.

At the age of 13, she found a band called “Black Cherry” and instantly fell in love, listening to their music on repeat. She even started to imitate their music, practicing and practicing until welts covered her hands.

She attended Sixth Black Root Middle School and Black Root High School with Sayaka Maizono. They attended the same classes and were pretty friendly with each other.

She was soon scouted by Hope’s Peak Academy.

Current

Unlike Maizono who did some... unethical things to achieve her dreams, Aika didn’t and worked hard on her own with the support of her father and aunt. She made sure that she got what she wanted the right way.

After the 78th Class Welcoming Ceremony, Aika ran into Ibuki Mioda when she found the music room. After recognizing that Ibuki had been a member of “Black Cherry” and learning that Ibuki had listened to some of her music, they hit it off. Ibuki soon became somewhat of a mentor to her.

A few weeks after meeting her class and her homeroom teacher, Aika bumps into a girl who roomed across to her who introduces herself as Mukuro Ikusaba and Mukuro’s sister, Junko. She found herself, instantly, attracted to Mukuro and very put-off by Junko’s actions, but, was otherwise able to ignore it.

She soon found herself spending more time with Mukuro because of this, much to Junko’s annoyance.

Relationships

Her Father and Aunt

Aika has a very good relationship with her family. She talks about them, fondly, and always says that they would love Mukuro. In her room, she has a picture that sits on her desk of the day before she left for Hope’s Peak with her aunt and father in it as they celebrated her success.

Mukuro Ikusaba

Aika rooms across the hall from Mukuro. After running into her after accidentally sleeping through her alarm, she found herself, quickly, falling head-over-heels for her. This causes the musician to be somewhat protective of her when something happens. Mukuro is the reason she tries to sleep more since they made a deal with each other in order for Mukuro to start eating more.

The two tend to hang out with each other after class in the courtyard and just talk about anything that comes to mind. She expressed her attraction a few times to Mukuro, in more of a joking way, and has asked her to marry her on multiple occasions but never in front of anyone else after the soldier confessed she was unsure how anyone else would perceive it. Aika actually believes it has to do with how Junko would perceive it.

Ibuki Mioda

Aika and Ibuki are pretty much the best of friends. Though, her bond with her fellow musician probably wouldn’t come as close as she does with her class. Aika and Ibuki can be found in Ibuki’s classroom during lunch or the music room when either of them are free and just play music or come up with songs.

Aika is always pretty relaxed around Ibuki, sometimes listening to her upperclassman ramble about things she’s thinking about.

Sayaka Maizono

Aika and Sayaka are constantly competing with each other to see who can top the charts since their two of the top young artists in the country. They're pretty friendly with each other besides that. They tend to mostly tease each other when they see each other in the hallway.

Mikan Tsumiki

Aika tends to visit her a lot because of her bad habits because she’s either sick or she wore her hands out practicing. Because of her sweet nature, Aika tends to give Mikan gifts and help her out against bullies like Hiyoko.

Mikan often doesn’t know how to pay her back so she gives her anpan as thanks.

Makoto Naegi

Makoto and Aika are pretty friendly with each other as well. She has run into him a few times and she believes he is a real sweetheart. Because of his nature, she gave him the nickname of “Kibo”.

Teruteru Hanamura

Aika finds his behavior gross and disgusting and only goes to him for his cooking. She has to give him credit for something if she were to be honest with herself.

Nagito Komeada

Aika finds him... strange. From the few times they’ve interacted, he has commented on how he sees a special future for her. Aika always interprets it as something to do with her music career.

Junko Enoshima

Aika and Junko have an antagonistic relationship. Junko always gets annoyed since Aika has all of Mukuro’s attention. Aika has also witnessed first hand the abuse that gets hurled at Mukuro by her sister. She’s sometimes snapped at Junko because of it. Some of their fights have gotten bad enough that Junko’s stabbed her in the shoulder and threatened her life. Otherwise, she ignores anything that Junko says about her unless it comes to her profession. Most of the comments that come out of Junko’s mouth anyway is something about how Junko feels she’s really important somehow. She also finds Junko’s obsession with despair disturbing. She feels as if she is planning something, but can’t put her finger on what exactly.

Chisa Yukizome

Aika and Chisa have a pretty strong relationship. Aika might not be her student, but Chisa has a soft spot for her. Since Aika tends to visit her classroom a lot, she tends to be warm and friendly towards her. She tends to take a more motherly approach with Aika and considers her an honorary student of Class 77-B.

Kyoko Kirigiri

Aika is acquainted with the detective. She finds her kind of scary, though, because she feels as if she could read her mind.

Quotes

“I’m Aika Kaneshiro, the Super High School Level Music Artist. I’m in Class 78-A. Um, things to know. Not much. I like music and have bad sleeping habits if that’s what you want to know. Or would you like to know more? My favorite color is blue and my favorite flower is a marigold. I also love, love, love cotton candy.”

“Alright! Hold on to your heads- and hold onto your hearts, ladies-because Aika Kaneshiro is here!”

“I’m sorry, Principal Kirigiri! I won’t be late for class again!”

“What’s with this Junko girl on all these magazines? She seems like a brat.” 

“Yeah! Go, Mioda!”

“All women are queens! Anyone who disagrees is a... um. Is a... A loaf of stale bread!”

“I’ve seen a lot of pretty women in my life, but, Mukuro takes the cake.”

“There are only two things I will defend in my life: The love of my life and my music.”

“Hey, Kibo!”

“No pain, no gain!”

“I’m not afraid of some kogyaru! I’ll drop her in a heartbeat!”

“I’ll find whoever burnt Muki’s cookie and make ‘em pay!”

“Hanamura! Stop being a perv!”

“We’re all searching for something that gives us purpose. For me, it was music. Music still gives me purpose, but... I found something else that drives me, too.”

“It’s never too soon in the story for a love confession, Tsumiki! Never!”

Trivia

Her first name, Aika, means “love song” and her last name, Kaneshiro, means “golden castle”

Aika makes a lot of references to IRL bands, such as MCR. 

While playing the piano once, she hits the G-note and starts crying. When asked why she was crying by a fellow classmate passing by, she replies by saying “It just brings back sad memories.” 

Another time, when talking with Maizono, she gets very offended on how she had described her music and replies “I write sins, not tragedies”, an obvious reference to the song by Panic! At The Disco.

She also uses a line from Twenty-One Pilots’ “Stressed Out” in one of her songs.

Aika has many nicknames for Mukuro. She uses “Wolfie” and “Muki” the most, but, she’s called her “Tiger Lily” and “Sarge” on occasion.

Aika is not a fan of British boy bands. She complains that their songs aren’t that different and they all look the same, the only thing being different about them is their names.

She was sent death threats from rabid fans after publicly stating that in an interview.

Aika’s scarf was given to her by her aunt.

Aika did have a brief crush on Sayaka in middle school. She moved on, quickly, though.

Even though she and Junko have a terrible relationship, she wishes she and Junko could be friends in the future.

Aika likes her younger fans better than her older. They’re just so sweet.

Aika’s favorite animal is a cat. She tends to visit Gundham a lot to see the cats he’s found.

#danganronpa au #good in me au #danganronpa oc #danganronpa 3 #danganronpa: the end of hope’s peak academy #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #sdr2 #super danganronp 2 #dr:thh

[faegrifted]

Main Verse Appearance Details // Headcanon

Kenzi Concept Art by @senka-mesecine ( full version found here)

So I’ve been meaning to do this for a long time but lacked the proper visuals to fully convey how exactly Kenzi looks in my mind's eye in her main verse. That is till today when my good friend linked me my now finished commission of concept art for Kenzi’s main verse. As gorgeous as this is it’s not flawless by any means as some details here are only portrayed in a specific ship verse. Still, I’m gonna go through the significant bits and detail each one a tiny bit. For future reference aside from keeping Ksenia’s face and skin tone, this is the most accurate body reference for how Kenzi looks in main verse I’ll probably ever be able to give you guys. Keep in mind that Kenzi’s main verse in my portrayal takes place a full year after canon has ended and she is at least 26 at this time though the main verse spans around 10 years. She also spends most of her time indulging her wanderlust and walking the world when she isn’t dividing it between work as a PI for hire or as a thief and isn’t relaxing in the Villa in Spain that Hale left her.

T a t t o o s

Kenzi actually does have a rather significant amount of ink in her main verse and while I’m not going to go into the meaning and stories behind them in this post I will list them for you.

A fully colored and realistic sunflower on the inside of her right forearm.

A circlet on her right bicep

The words “Once upon a time.” are spiraled in swirly scrawl around her left arm.

A lacy feathered garter is wrapped around her left thigh.

A simple black band around her left ring finger in the place of a wedding ring.

A compass rose sits at the top of her back between her shoulder blades

Just below the compass and etched along the length of her spine is Tolkien’s “Not all who wander are lost.”

Specific to the verse I have with @therisingtempest she also has an anchor wrapped in impossibly beautiful water florals on her left side and up her ribcage

S c a r s

I think everyone by now knows about the little nicks and scars all over her fingers and hands but here are some scars that Kenzi has that I don’t think I’ve talked much about.

Little scars and nicks all over both hands and her fingers from practicing with knives as a kid.

Gash like scar along her abdomen that drags towards her right hip smoothed and faded with time. This scar was recieved during the battle with the Garuda. Kenzi was gutted and only survived because Hale used his voice as a siren to create a high enough frequency to cauterize the wound.

Multiple scars along her left arm from a life time of using it as a ‘distraction’ in times of trouble in thinking she’d rather it be injured in the process of getting away they have her dominant arm be rendered useless for any amount of time. The most notable of these scars would be an old knifing wound near her shoulder from a gang fight. The other would be a bite scar at the juncture of her arm where she was once bitten and dragged by a cu sith.

Invisible scar on her tongue from a piercing she had as a teenager as well as some now healed piercing scars in her ears.

H a i r

Never could bring myself to get into final season Kenzi’s blonde locks despite it looking gorgeous on her. In my portrayal I chalk her hair and her wardrobe change to needing some distance from not just Bo and the rest but her own self. She needed some time for reflection and thought both on herself, what happened, and what she really wanted. It took her a while to get back to her roots but the above image is the end result.

Kenzi’s true hair texture is actually soft curls that she tends to keep hidden with product and regular treatments to keep her hair sleek and straight. In main verse she’s dropped that in favor of a happy medium between straight and curly in she lets her hair turn to soft waves on the days she doesn’t straighten it smooth.

She’s also done away with the choppy straight edge bangs in favor of growing them out and keeping them side-swept for a softer more mature look.

Kenzi wouldn’t be herself without her colors and while they change somewhat regularly to whatever she fancies at the time, most often you can find Kenzi rocking the same teal and blue highlights and ends we saw in season 4.

S k i n  T o n e  &  M a r k s

The featured skin tone is probably Kenzi at the darkest she can possibly tan and in that regard is specific to her verse with @therisingtempest where she resides on the sunny islands of Mag Mell.

That being said more often than not Kenzi is normally much paler then how she’s depicted in the concept art but due to her frequent travels and dividng her time between her home and the villa in Spain it’s not out there to think Kenzi does rock a tan on occasion depending on where she’s been.

They’re missing from the concept art but Kenzi does have duet beauty marks on the right side of her lips.

And while they are only ever present when she tans Kenzi had freckles across her nose as a child. They faded with age but reappear when she gets enough sun and fade once more when summer ends or she’s away from warmer climates.

W a r d r o b e

Not gonna talk a ton about this since it’s not a hella detail but Kenzi’s wardrobe in main verse has mellowed a bit. While she doesn’t dress to show nearly as much skin in the depicted art this is pretty close to her standard style in main verse. That’s not to say it’s changed completely. Far from it. More like she’s simply upgraded and broadened it. Most of Kenzi’s style consists of modern punk and soft grunge with gothic accents here and there. You could say her style has matured and softened in it’s way but remains loyal to it’s roots and probably always will. It should also be mentioned she dresses differently when she’s at home preferring comfort over style and tshirts and sweats aren’t an uncommon sight, nor are leggings, skirts, or shorts, or whatever she thinks would be practical for what  she has planned for the day.

P i e r c i n g s

All of these have already been listed before in a previous headcanon but for organizations sake here they are!

3 lobe piercings in each ear.

An industrial piercing through her left ear in the shape of an arrow.

A double helix through her right.

Lastly the well kept secret of her navel being pierced.

#🌻 Headcanons;; ❛ Here’s the rap sheet. Well the rap sheet for a few of ‘me’. ❜ #main verse tag tba #long post ts #long post for ts #good lord this one was a doozy and i was even trying to keep it short #still im glad its finally done! #will probably queue this and reblog it a few times #cause it is a somewhat significant headcanon for main verse

[hairnado-deluxe]

GENERAL

Name: Yukako Yamagashi

Nickname(s): Yu, Yu-chan, That Crazy Bitch

Age: 20

Morality: lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / grey / evil

Species: Human (but will jokingly tell you she’s a siren who eats men’s faces off)

PERSONAL

Sins: lust / greed / gluttony / sloth / pride / envy / wrath

Virtues: chastity / charity / diligence / humility / kindness / patience / justice

Primary goals in life: To protect her friends, and develop the technology she’s been working on for a more sustainable world.

Build: slender / scrawny / bony / fit / athletic / curvy / herculean / babyfat / pudgy / obese

PHYSICAL

Height: 5′8"

Weight: 136 lbs

Scars/Birthmarks: A scar on the left of her chest from where the arrow hit her in the heart, a well known mole on her right breast, and several scars on her hands, self inflicted out of a time of panic over Yoshikage Kira. 

Abilities/powers: Her stand, Love Deluxe, controls her hair as well as uses its strands to control others’ hair and potentially actions, and cause independent hair strands to root people to the ground. She is also fairly well versed in Hamon.

FAVORITES

Favorite food: Oyakodon Bowls, Lobster buns

Favorite drink: Jasmine Tea, Melon Soda, Vodka

Favorite color(s): Teal, Red, Dark Purple

Favorite music genre: Synthwave, classical, 90′s Pop

Favorite book genre: Romance, Adventure

Favorite movie genre: Coming of age, horror, art house

Favorite season: Summer

Favorite curse word(s): Bitch, slut, whore, dick, douche 

Favorite scent:  The ocean, plants after it rains, lavender 

FUN STUFF

Bottom or Top:  A surprisingly soft Top, unless you’re into it rough. 

Sings in the shower: Occasionally, she’s not too much of a singer but not terrible.

Likes bad puns: Oh yeah!

Tagged by: @foxglxved (a real g whomst I love with my whole heart)

Tagging : @poorly-drawn-akira , @justachildofthemoon , @dhaampiir , @bastard-80s-jojo AND ANYBODY ELSE WHO WANTS TO!

[azrielkings]

[Viktuuri AU || Two-Shot] Blind Date

 Yuuri didn’t want a husband. He was perfectly fine living by himself; dependent only on his skill and not other’s. No one can do his job better but himself. But, his parents— surprisingly including Mari— insisted that he needed someone to keep him in check, both mentally and physically. He could slightly understand the mentally part, but physically? He didn’t get that. He didn’t need someone catering to his so-called ‘physical’ desires, same with his mentality. Yuuri was aware that he was overly anxious, and insecure, and it was to a dangerous point. One time, at kindergarten, he was picked on because of his glasses. He had always been insecure, but it was at that moment where it festered to something more. Sometime at elementary, he had confessed to someone… He was rejected.   Yuuri faced many rejections from his personal life to his work life. He also faced many judgments, and no comment, or assurance from his close circle of friends and family could lessen the damage the world had inflicted on him. But so far, he was living perfectly fine. He was still breathing, he still had his job, and that was the definition of ‘perfect’ for Yuuri. Though, Phichit had always argued with him at that point— “It isn’t perfect, Yuuri! It’s a really boring life, and I think you’ve gone a bit wonky if you think living on a routine is perfect,” That was Phichit would always say. Yuuri liked routines, and he liked having it followed. It was organized… Everyone he knew that Yuuri’s life was a mess, and following a routine was the only way to groom and fix that mess.   He was fine, but then again, if he was fine he wouldn’t be sitting at his favorite cafe, his fingers intertwined— a cup in-between them that had his favorite black coffee. Maybe his parents were right that he needed someone… Usually their judgments were more accurate than his—however,  it didn’t mean that he would be fine waiting for a faceless, nameless man.  Phichit was supposed to help him break the predestined engagement with the man that morning but instead, he was greeted by Phichit’s bone-crushing hugs. “Yuuri!” He had cheekily smiled, and Yuuri didn’t need an answer from him to know that Phichit wasn’t going to help.   What he did was make it worse.   “Ahh! Mrs. Katsuki, I heard you planned a blind date for Yuuri?” Phichit was supposed to be quiet, subtle with what he was going to say for the sake of Yuuri’s stress meter, but he knew he was pushing his luck. It was near impossible to wake up his friend, and asking Phichit to be more sincere in his words was pushing that said luck. He understood of course that Phichit was only being like this since he cared, but he really didn’t need a man. “Can I see his photo—” And that was when Yuuri plugged in his headphones. If his parents and Phichit wanted him to go on a date, he would for the sake of his sanity.   But he sure as hell wouldn’t get into a relationship with said “man”.  He may have trusted their judgment on that moment, but the decision to play along with what they dearly wanted lies on him alone. The clock on the wall ticked to seven, letting a soft ring surround the cafe. The man was supposed to be there before seven-thirty. Yuuri was early— he was aware— but he wanted to make a good impression before rejecting proposals to go further in their relationship after the date. —-+—-   The man, however, wasn’t as sincere as Yuuri would’ve thought. By the time eight rolled in, the sun’s rays gazing on him, he decided that the man wasn’t going to come anytime soon. Yuuri had only managed to wait that long since he liked watching people pass by him— analyzing their movements, observing their habits. It helped keep his annoyance at bay as he waited, but the moment it turned eight, Yuuri was packing up.

 “If he didn’t want to come, he should’ve told my parent’s beforehand…” He muttered, closing down his laptop that he had set-up earlier when he couldn’t watch people any longer. But, then again, if the man told his parents that he wouldn’t be able to come, Yuuri would be in the midst of an uncomfortable conversation. Yuuri mentally added a point for the faceless man. He had just unconsciously saved him a lot of time by not telling his parents he wouldn’t be able to come. It gave Yuuri the perfect excuse to delay any further blind dates.  “The man didn’t come,” He’d say “People are too busy these days for blind dates— I’m perfectly fine as of right now, being alone…” But, of course, Yuuri wouldn’t admit that being alone was rather… lonely. He didn’t need them worrying, and he totally knew saying those things honestly would just encourage more blind dates.  Just as he zipped his backpack, a soft bell ring echoed around the shop— unlike the sound the clock gave, this was gentle— a harmonious tune, and Yuuri looked up from organizing his items to meet the most beautiful shade of blue he had ever seen. It was a sin to have those eyes. It was a shade of blue, and slowly turning teal. Yuuri begged whoever gave the man those eyes were to be punished. Yuuri was practically praying— why? His heart was beating too fast, and he feared he might have a stroke.   The man’s eyes widened, spotting Yuuri on the corner, near the window— staring right back at him. Of course, Yuuri internally grumbled, he probably looked like a pig. No, he looked like a waste of time. What gave Yuuri the right to judge others again? None. Yuuri looked away, attempting to hide the blush on his cheeks by feinting a sneeze and using the excuse to take his scarf and wrap it around himself. Usually at these times he would have had his hands do something to keep him busy— to keep him from thinking at the fact he had stared. He probably looked like a pig in front of the man— fat with the most dull shade of brown behind rimmed glasses. He frowned, remembering the array of thoughts he had as he reminisced about the few minutes he spent waiting for his date. Yuuri really sounded unlike him… What made him actually think his date would come, and actually want to take things further with him after the date? He must’ve lost his head.   Shaking away the thought, he stood up— focusing on the soles of his feet to avoid looking at the man. But just as he walked past the man who still stood rooted on the same spot, he heard his name being softly spoken.   “Yuuri Katsuki… Right?” Gosh, whoever made that man needed to be in jail. Yuuri’s legs were going to buckle. It was a different matter altogether to have the most gorgeous eyes, but it was on a different level to have such a husky voice. Yuuri tried to keep his composure as he turned. God— Yuuri was blessed. High cheekbones, a rather chiseled face from afar but it was rather smooth, and rounded up close. He had the most seductive lips Yuuri had ever seen— The world was unfair! Here he was, ugly— totally fat with his thighs, damn, he could never rid himself off the fat there.   He must’ve been in a daze since the moment he regained his thoughts, the man was leaning in, his god-given eyes narrowing on his form. “Yuuri? I’m sorry! I totally forgot about the time and I was preparing and—”  “Excuse me…” Yuuri cut off, his cheeks totally red. He adjusted his scarf, feinting another sneeze for the excuse to just look at his feet. “A-Are you… C-Could you p-possibly be the… Man?” Yuuri glanced up, rather amused. He had been stuttering. S-t-u-t-t-e-r-i-n-g! Yuuri Katsuki, a famed businessmen stuttering in front of a man! And what did he say? Could you possibly be the man?!  Yuuri needed a hole, a ground— somewhere— absolutely anywhere as long as he can hide himself and just rot. Why did he lose his words— his breathe— his sanity, well, Yuuri was pretty sure he had already lost that when he went to attend the blind date. But, thinking about it— he wasn’t regretting anything. If this was his blind date, Yuuri will die a happy man in his coffin. Not anyone could get a handsome man as a blind date.   “Yes… I’m the man.” The so-called ‘man’ gave a smile. Yuuri didn’t know if it was sincere, or fake, or practiced. Surely it wasn’t only Yuuri who had fallen for his looks. Wait—- fallen? Heaven’s no! Yuuri wasn’t a person who’d tail another just because of his looks. Yuuri knew that personality was first before looks. His resolution, and his mind cleared that moment. This man before him was late. Late by half an hour— did he think Yuuri was easy? He must’ve knew how he looked if he had called out his name— no doubt his parent’s showed him. But, despite that, the man was late. And Yuuri wasn’t forgiving to those who didn’t know the meaning of punctuality. “My name is Vikto—-”   “I’m sorry.” Yuuri cut him off with a sweet smile, now loosening his scarf. Why should he be nervous and sweaty in front of this man? All he had was his looks. That was all he had, and that sparked something in Yuuri. Sure, he was rather stupid for confessing to his crush at a young age, but it made him learn that looks always come second— if possible, third! Or even at the very bottom. This man in front of him didn’t deserve to request, or ask him for his sincerity. “I’m quite busy today. I don’t have time for people who doesn’t appreciate the fact that others can’t be as carefree and tardy as you. Good day.” Yuuri gave a small nod of his head, and as he turned to leave, the man whose name he still didn’t know suddenly had his hand on his wrist.   “I’m really sorry!” The man gave a grimace, “My beloved Makkachin is took a lot of my time—” 

 “I understand. You already have a partner?” Yuuri raised a brow. It seemed the man wasn’t single if he had a “beloved Makkachin”. Who names their child Makkachin, Yuuri didn’t know.   The man gaped at him, mouth hung open. “A partner? What? No! I wouldn’t be here if I had—-”   “Who’s Makkachin then?” Yuuri tilted his head to the side, now utterly confused. The man gave a wide smile, his eyes twinkling replacing the earlier panic he had with excitement. “My poodle! Do you like pets, Yuuri?”   The moment the man had said ‘poodle’ Yuuri’s mind ultimately deleted the memory of the man’s tardiness. “I love pets!” Yuuri smiled back. “I have a poodle named Vicchan, you see. I perfectly understand!” Yuuri thought about his small poodle at his parent’s bath house. It had been a long time since Yuuri had last seen Vicchan, but he had kept contact with his dog by using face cam. He sighed dreamily, “I miss him… I’m sorry for being rude…” He was back to being shy, but who wouldn’t be shy after jumping to conclusions, and judging the man. He had been too guarded— but no one could blame Yuuri for that. He had to be guarded. Life attacked when you were vulnerable.   “It’s alright…” His voice snapped Yuuri off his thoughts. “I was being rather rude, and I should’ve called you— I didn’t really have your number though…” The man rubbed a spot behind neck, this thinning white hair looked so soft that Yuuri’s gaze lingered on them for a moment.   “I’ll give you my number—”   “Perfect!” The man gave a cheeky smile, “I’m Viktor Nikiforov! It is an absolute honor to meet you Yuuri Katsuki!”   Yuuri was ready to vomit the moment he heard of Viktor’s name. Viktor? As in the Viktor? Viktor Nikiforov, a businessman originating from Russia, known for his worldwide success in the entertainment industry? Ahh… Yuuri was fucked.  —–+—–   I don’t know what to make of this… Should I write a second part? This is more of a scenario more than anything! I was going to try to write a Viktuuri Cinderella AU one-shot but it just turned to this! This is my first time writing this kind of things. I hope I portrayed the characters right! I’m really sorry if its short, or just… messed up? I don’t know? XD, I’ll see if I can make a part two if you guys want but right now… You’re stuck with a crappy scenario.  also unedited. Excuse the mistakes, I’m too lazy to correct them. XD I’ll correct them in the morning with my sanity attached as I think I’ve lost them writing this one scenario. Meh.

#viktor nikiforov #yuuri katsuki #yuri on ice #alternative #alternate universe #phichit chulanont #blind date #yuri on ice ficlets #short story?

[ahnmakes]

devlog # 4 // hex tilemaps and pathfinding, part 3 (more foundation work)

so, we’re going to keep this one somewhat short (< a sign that this won’t be short at all), not only because this marks a logical place to pause before transitioning on to the next process/a slightly different topic, but because that next process - writing the actual code of our pathfinding - will be a very code intensive one.  before we get into that, let’s do some tidying and prepping code ..

last time, we wrote code that would allow us to click on a tile and apply a color to it - the beginning of player-environment interactions!  from there, however, we hadn’t implemented anything for the tiles to do beyond the coloring - and in fact, they could only be colored once, made purple forever more.  (technically, the color would be changed to purple again and again in the program, but this change wouldn’t be visible to us after the first time.) instead of this behavior, one interaction we might want is for the tiles to be able to be toggled to a state and back - we can represent this with color.

the most relevant code is (1) Click_Hex(GameObject hitObject), a method (i.e. group of closely related instructions) we’ve made that is called any time our mouse is over a hex tile and we click. and (2) the part where we get the mesh renderer (the thing that makes the hex show up on screen!) and look at its properties.  rather than immediately just selecting to color the hex, we do a check to see “is the hex’s material already this color?”  if not, we make it so, and if it is, we set it back to a default color.

originally, we had also been hard-coding in the value of these colors, like: mr.materials[0].color = Color.black; this would mean that every time we wanted to change the color, we would need to find each reference to it in the code and make the change there.  while this is definitely doable when there are only two references to the color, this quickly gets out of hand in larger projects and can lead to bugs later.  so, we make it simpler: put references to these colors at the beginning of our class/script, one place where we can make global changes, and also make those colors public so that they can be visible/chosen in the inspector.

easy!

now, let’s return to the rest of the code in the Click_Hex method.  what’s going on?

well, remember that this method gets called whenever we are over a hex tile and click it.  but when we click on a hex tile, we probably need more than one response to be possible - we define possible responses here.

in this method, we’ve seen that one option is to get the mesh renderer and conditionally toggle a color back and forth.  if we look above this part, we see that it’s defined by “else if (selectedUnit == null)”, meaning we only do this if .. well, what does it sound like?  if we don’t have a selected unit.

the other possible response we’ve coded in is for if a selectedUnit is not null - in other words, if we have a selected unit.

(i’m not going to show the implementation here (because i am not entirely satisfied with it, nor do i fully understand it), but basically, we define elsewhere which unit is selected, if any; currently this is not a boolean, it is an object reference.)

according to this code, if there is a selected unit, then we set their destination to be the hitObject’s parent’s position plus a small bump up on the y-axis.

if this part looks confusing, it might be helpful to remember that: our hitObject is the gameobject which has a collider (which is the actual model itself), its parent is the neutral root (a prefab that helps us correct/neutralise rotations and other things that might upset our equations), and here, we are using the position (world space coordinates) on that parent’s transform (variables regarding size, scale, coordinates, etc).

translated into a more human way of talking, we’re telling the code: “whatever hex you hit, find the thing that holds it in place and copy that thing’s position -- the bring it up a little bit so that our unit isn’t inside the hex.”

is that clearer now?  i hope??

we also quickly make a similar method to make our units have togglable colors + selectedUnit status as well.

alright, so we’ve managed to set up some distinct interactions in our code.  (a) if we’re clicking a unit, toggle their color and whether they’re the selectedUnit.  (b) if we’re clicking a hex and there’s no unit selected, toggle the hex’s color.  (c) if we’re clicking and a unit is selected, set the unit to have a new destination point.  here’s the code where we set that up, by the way:

currently, we are setting the destination as a simple Vector3 position, moving the unit in a direct, A > B kind of way.  (also doing this in update, constantly, rather than at a fixed interval; in the future, we’ll put this movement into some sort of “movement phase”)

this is not our ideal implementation of pathfinding (yet!), which would be closer to A > b > b > b > B, but it does set us up nicely for the next part of the process, where we’ll be setting up those little b’s as intermediate steps towards our intended destination.  g e t  h y p e d.

here’s a screenshot of me doing 3 seconds of the actual pathfinding code before getting overwhelmed. :’) that’s what we’ll be doing next time.

anyhow, let’s wrap up here.  you made it through a good bit of code!  enjoy these lovely gifs showing how our implementation looks, thanks to the above programming.

(note that the “lag” in these gifs are not in the game; there is lag only because i made the video into gifs with only 7 or 10 frames per second!)

this first gif shows how we can click on tiles to toggle color, but only if no unit is selected.  if the unit is selected, we instead move them!

i made the second gif almost immediately, only putting in a second unit with a different material.  there was no messing around with the code in this part - how we wrote it, the code already supports having multiple units, but only one selected at a time.  we’re awesome!  that definitely was not unintentional!

currently, since this is not a very complete pathfinding, the units aren’t checking if there is already someone in a given tile, meaning they can overlap, move through each other, or be in the same tile.  these are things we’ll worry about in the next devlog, since our pathfinding will help to address similar issues.

until then, enjoy these purple and teal spheres dancing with each other.

with love and a desire to comment every line of code,

ahn

#indie #indiedev #indie developer #gamedev #game developer #unity #unity3d #unity 3d #game #games #game development #final fantasy #final fantasy tactics #turn based

[formlesscopycat]

Distance of the Falling Sun

A Kuroko no Basuke fanfic.

Pairing: Aomine x Kise

Rating: G

Summary:  Sometimes, Kise wonders why he even tries. Because it kind of hurts whenever he finds himself chasing after the bright streak that Aomine leaves behind.

Notesy-notes: Gifted this to my dear friend, @digimondestined because I thought she might like Teiko!Aokise with some angst and a little bit of Aho-reverence.

Inspired by this. Prompted by this.

Read on Ao3

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Ten.

It takes ten years and four for Kise Ryouta to find the person, only ten seconds to fall in love.

He never expects that meeting his love would hurt—a basketball thrown into the back of his head—and when he turns around, his gaze fixes on sun-kissed skin, the color of bronze, a shock of hair the color of deep blue ocean. He never expects to be caught off-guard by the husky lilt on the boy’s tone, as he says Kise’s name with enthusiasm and familiarity, as if he’d known Kise for a long time. He never expects himself to be drawn towards the basketball gym—to where the boy headed—and see said boy battle out several opponents with quick, calculated, almost graceful movements as he strides about across the court, ball in hand, bouncing to the ground in a rhythmic tempo. Kise stands rooted to the spot, seconds turning to minutes. Within him, a spark is lit; soon, it’s a wild fire blazing as he watches the boy pull his weight, spring into the air, and slam the ball effortlessly inside the hoop with a smooth and quiet swoosh. He catches the boy’s expression and it holds the light of the sun.

Kise is captivated.

“I’d like to join the basketball club!” Later, Kise tells everyone in that gym. He’s never been so sure of anything in his life.

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Nine.

For the nine, unbearably long school days he’s waited, the in-between two weeks before gets to join first string.

Kise is a little disappointed, a little exasperated that he has to start from the ground up before he can join the regulars, before he can finally play with the blue-haired boy (and well, with the rest).

He learns that the boy’s name is Aomine. Right after third string practice, Kise never fails to drop by the first string gym and watch the regulars—they always put on extra time, always staying longer and Kise can’t help contain the excitement he feels, when he sees how passionate and devoted his teammates are. And then his eyes stay glued to the tanned teenager for the rest of the time, picking out moves, techniques, style. Sometimes, Aomine just steals his breath by simply dunking a ball.

Kise admires from afar and it’s like looking up into the skies of endless blue-- Aomine, talent and all, seems too far, too high, too unreachable. Yet it fuels Kise’s desire to be good enough to share the court with Aomine someday soon.

When his time finally came, Kise manages to keep a cool exterior, schools his features just enough so he won’t look too giddy and stupid when the team manager ushers him to the first string gym, but deep down, his heart drums with exhilaration. Finally, the time has come.

“That’s amazing.” He hears Aomine say. Kise’s heart flutters a little inside his chest.

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Eight.

Eight weeks later, Kise finds himself well-assimilated into the club, into the sport. Practice can be grueling, but basketball has been anything but dreary—he’s quite sure he’ll stay for a long, long time, maybe, even for good. There are lots of new things to learn, Kise’s got a huge room for improvement, the mechanics of the sport always posing a challenge to him. Not to mention, he has to work doubly hard if he wants to keep up with Murasakibara, Akashi, Midorima and Aomine. Especially with Aomine, who seems to be getting stronger and faster every day.

In eight weeks, Kise gets to hang out with a rather eclectic crowd of people, and he finds them infinitely more interesting than the bimbos who always crowd his social space, fawning even over the smallest things he does—Kise could be rolling his eyes at them and these fan girls would still worship the ground he walks on.

In eight weeks, he’s played his first official match, with lanky, little Kuroko showing him a valuable lesson, enough for him to pay the teal-haired teen a considerable amount of respect despite Kuroko’s below par basketball skills.

In eight weeks, he’s played countless one-on-one matches with Aomine and has never won a single game.

Play. Lose. Repeat. They throw him sorry looks and Kise is well-aware that the others misconstrue him as a masochist already, because why would anyone want to be repeatedly beaten to the dust by the Ace of the Generation of Miracles?

Yet Kise gets up every time, a smile tugging on his lips, as he looks up at Aomine and declares, “one more”.

What they don’t understand is how every defeat pushes Kise to discover more of his potential. Because if he wants to get better, he has to go against the best.

Aomine just smirks, throws Kise the ball and puts on a defensive stance. There’s even a hint of amusement in his ocean-blue eyes and for whatever it means, Kise finds himself wanting of a way to overcome, finds it endearing even, finds himself drawn to the fire more than ever.

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Seven.

Kise thinks and comes up with reasons:

Aominecchi is mean.

Aominecchi is loud, and headstrong, and just likes to fool around. He loves provoking people, Kise particularly, and when Aominecchi is in detention, it’s most likely that he ends up in detention as well.

Aominecchi is lazy--he likes to sleep, likes to skip cleaning duties, likes to run late for practice. What an irresponsible jerkface.

Aominecchi swears a lot.

Aominecchi is an idiot, his grades are miserable. (Not that he’s any better).

Aominecchi just loves smacking his head, pushing him, throwing him the ball too hard when he’s not looking. Not a day passes by without Aominecchi and him bickering, trading bruises and bumps here and there, and it’s sometimes bothersome because Kise likes to keep his body and face (especially his face) flawless.

Aominecchi is just plain annoying.

Kise stops on the seventh. He has plentiful more reasons to hate on Aomine but he cannot bring himself to add more, just as he considers other things as well.

Because Aomine may be all of the above but childishness aside, he actually has a kind heart. He’s very protective of Momoi, he’s been a steadfast support to Kuroko, and sometimes Aomine even shows a bit of concern for Kise, too, coaxing him to eat more “or he’ll be a liability to the team if he’s too weak” and carelessly throws off comments like, “Your eye bags make you look uglier, Kise. You should sleep some.”

Aomine is fun. He’s a concentrated bundle of energy that couldn’t sit still. He’s reckless and spontaneous. Adventure sings in his veins that when Kise hears the call, he just can’t help but be pulled and lured into some irresistible exploit with Aomine. Even if it lands them both into trouble.

Aomine is honest. Often, he’s an idiot who blurts out things without thinking. But he doesn’t sugarcoat, doesn’t just say things to please anybody.

And Aomine’s not bad-looking. Not at all.

The mess of contradictions that is Aomine Daiki. Kise ponders these things in his heart most of the time, maybe so much more than he’s aware of. Lately, his day dreams are filled to the brim with the blue of Aomine’s eyes, the sharpness of Aomine’s smirk, the storm that’s born on his skin where Aomine’s touch has accidentally or intentionally made contact.

No, he tells himself.

No, he pleads with himself. Because he can’t be falling in love with Aomine.

The realization terrifies Kise.

.

Six.

Unstoppable, precise, effortless as always. Kise marvels in awe, a stare lingering a tad bit too long at the wearer of jersey number 6, after he scores another basket despite having been marked by three of the players from the opposing team.

Before Kise’s feet move in step closer to the Teiko Power Forward so he can voice out a compliment for the Ace, Aomine has already rushed to Kuroko’s side to give the Phantom Sixth Man a fist bump. Kise watches as the two share meaningful smiles, the clarity of the message traded across is almost glaring despite the lack of words.

As Aomine became the brightest point where all of Kise’s fantasies, hope and admiration come together, Kise also has soon become aware of his rightful place in Aomine’s world. Aomine’s light is blinding indeed, but not blinding enough for Kise to unsee where it shines at.

It’s Tetsu. Always at his Tetsu.

They’re light and shadow after all, inseparable like the yin and yang.

--x--

Kise is often told he’s beautiful. It’s not quite strange when people say he’s bright, talented, special. Yet when he looks at Kuroko, Kise sees everything that Aomine wants; Kise looks at himself in the mirror and sees that he’ll never be enough.

There are times when he’d be willing to give anything just to be in Kuroko’s shoes.

While Kise often finds himself at the receiving end of Aomine’s profanities, there’s never a single harsh word for Kuroko. While Aomine pokes fun at Kise’s skills despite his enormous improvement since that day he started playing, there’s always fond encouragement for Kuroko, who is perpetually stuck with an abysmal aim and weak stamina. While Kuroko always gets friendly taps on the shoulder, casual fist bumps and resounding high-fives, Kise gets kicked, smacked, hit by the ball and laughed at.

The more he sees, the more Kise learns that grief is really just love, a burst of emotion that demands to rush, to flow out, but cannot. He learns that it’s just love that pools at the edges of his eyes, it’s just love that brings the dull ache in his chest. Kise learns that grief is just love with no place to go.

.

Five.

It’s been five days since Kise decided to keep his distance. The sudden break from his usual routine leaves a strange, hallowed feeling within the confines of his heart, but at the same time, he’s washed over with relief, knowing that he’s stopped himself in time before more damage is done.

To keep the hurt at bay, he signs up for more modeling jobs and tells his teammates that he’s swamped with work so he’ll have an excuse to cut basketball practice shorter and leave school as soon as possible. During lunch, Kise gets to sit again with the bimbos who melt at his feet with just a bat of his eye lash, who laugh at the corniest joke he tells. He lets himself laugh a little too loudly at his own joke, without sparing a glance at the table where he used to be, where the famed Miracles are. He’s stopped sending funny memes or random messages to his teammates and only speaks to any of them when spoken to. Kuroko he can handle but dealing with Aomine is an entirely different matter. Kise stays as far as he can, promises himself that he’ll never sit beside the Ace during the classes they share, vows not to ask for a one-on-one again, even if it kills him not to.

It can’t be helped, Kise reasons with himself, that he has to shut off his friends at the basketball club, while being fully aware of the unfairness of his decisions, especially to Aomine and Kuroko. Though he’s grown to love basketball so much, Kise contemplates that the best course of action is to quit altogether, because everything and everyone reminds him of the pain he wants to get away from.

He’s fading.

It’s better this way.

In a short span of days, Kise lets all the bridges burn slowly, slowly, leaving behind a trail of numbing emptiness at its wake.

--x--

Making up some stupid excuse to skip basketball practice later, Kise finds Nijimura-senpai right after first period, tells his senior that he’s feeling a little bit under the weather. The Captain gives him a probing stare, Kise almost chokes out into confession as he’s sure senpai sees through his lie, but thankfully, the Captain had let Kise get away without asking questions.

Time dragged on. Last period took forever to end. At the sound of the final bell, Kise gets up from his chair, straps up his bag on his shoulders, but before he can fully exit the classroom, somebody has grabbed his right arm.

Aomine demanded for Kise to stay, fingers tight around the blond’s wrist, while he glowered at everybody else to leave the room immediately.

.

Four.

“Why are you avoiding me?”

Aomine’s question resounds against the four walls of the empty room, making Kise reel, the shock of this sudden confrontation almost constricting him.  Kise peers up at the other boy under thick lashes but he can never hold Aomine’s gaze for too long. He swallows the lump in his throat, opens his mouth to say something, but Aomine cuts in, as if reading his mind.

“And don’t you dare give me that ‘I’ve no idea what you’re talking about’ crap. Get to the point.”

With naked panic settling at the pit of his stomach, Kise stalls. He keeps glancing on his shoes, lets his fingers fumble on the hem of his uniform before whispering, “I’m just busy with work, is all.”

The reply comes by way of a familiar snort.

Kise bites his bottom lip. With nothing more to say and nowhere else to go, he wishes so badly for the ground to swallow him up.

And Aomine waits and observes Kise with impatient eyes. Between them, a tensed silence stretches for seconds, for an eternity too long.

Finally, Aomine lets out an audible sigh like a huge weight has to get off of his chest, too.

“I’m sorry,” Aomine says quietly, making Kise’s head snap up. “Sorry I’m mean to you… and I said a lot of stupid things to you before. And I’m sorry for all the times I hurt you…”

“Just don't…” There’s an obvious break in Aomine’s voice as he lets the last of his words hang, like it’s taking him such effort to pull their meaning out of his mouth. “…I wish you'd stop pulling away from me.”

Oh.

With emotions astir, Kise gives in, lets himself break down, tears pouring like rain down his cheeks.

“…Not Aominecchi’s fault…” Kise mumbles, lips quivering. “…it’s me.”

He finds the courage to finally meet Aomine’s eyes, finds the strength to admit the truth without holding anything back.

“I’m in love with Aominecchi. So, so much. But it’s Kurokocchi that you like so… yeah.”

The pain of saying it all out loud makes Kise weak on the knees, he holds on to a nearby chair to steady himself. Desperate to find even a morsel of comfort in the silence that followed, Kise lets the revelation sink in between him and Aomine, as he tries not to mind the dull ache that begins throbbing in his chest.

But Aomine, though caught off-guard, has to say otherwise, his own feelings becoming a jumbled mess as he rushes out to explain that Tetsu’s just his friend and nothing more, that he’s annoyed at Kise for making stupid assumptions and jumping hastily to conclusions, and also quite sorry that Kise reads them that way.  

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Three.

Aomine launches into a mouthful of words but Kise hears the only three that matter.

“I love you.”

And he says it again and again, stealing Kise’s breath away, luring Kise’s feet to dash into Aomine, making him fall with abandon into Aomine’s waiting arms.  And among other things, Kise is grateful that Aomine has let him sob on his chest, because right there Kise finds rest as warm arms circle around him, a reassuring hand finding its way to gently stroke the back of his head.

.

Two.

The two of them are idiots in love, this, Kise is sure. He lifts his head and meets Aomine’s face with a smile. Happiness sweeps across Aomine’s features too, as he thumbs softly on the skin under Kise’s eyes, wiping away his tears.

“If only you told me sooner,” Aomine tells him with a smirk, their faces only inches away from each other.

“Excuse me, but you should’ve said something too.” Kise shoots back.

“Are we bickering again?”

“We’re not.”

.

One.

Aomine presses one kiss on Kise’s lips—quick and obviously in want of experience: chaste, gentle, but intense enough to lift his feet a little off the ground, making his heartbeat roar in his ears, making everything dissolve away, making time halt into stillness.

When he meets Aomine’s eyes again, Kise lets himself stare just a bit longer as he commits this moment in his memory, basking in the bright light that has ultimately lead his heart home.

.

-END-

#aokise #aomine x kise #aoki #aomine daiki #kise ryouta #knb #dailyywritingprompt #my fanfiction #fanfic

[overwatchleaguereport]

Overwatch League: How to Pick Your Team

After a mouth-wateringly long wait, the Overwatch League preseason begins this week. Cue the drums and fanfare! But before we bust out the foam fingers, it is of vital importance that each fan picks a favorite team. Picking at random is not an option.

The OWL teams have marketed themselves in a fashion very similar to traditional sports teams. This has helped remind me that choosing a favorite team is of vital importance. My dad raised me to be a BYU Sports fan, and even though my interest in following their teams waned, I still got my degree from BYU. Since Overwatch League is in its first generation, the choice you make today may affect your family far into the future. You may take your children or even your grandchildren to the Overwatch World Cup. The decision you make today will have long-reaching consequences. Here are six different ways you can choose your future favorite OWL team, and choosing at random is not an acceptable option.

1. Ride the Bandwagon

This article will be really short if you like riding the bandwagon. Picking a favorite OWL team is easy for you, as you will root for the team that has the best chance of dominating their competition, no matter who it is or who else you rooted for earlier in the season. All you have to do is convince your friends you always supported the winning team. This is easily accomplished by buying twelve different jerseys with a different team logo each. Then, when your loyalties drift, you can swap out jerseys and tell your friends that their memories are mistaken, that you’ve always had this one jersey with that one team on it. If this is already your plan, then you can log off, satisfied you have this season in the bag.

2. Geography

Many sports teams find their fans within their home cities or even the surrounding area. If you are one of those lucky OWL fans with a team (or two) in your city, good for you! However, since there are only twelve Overwatch teams scattered all across the world, the odds of a team being in your city is slim.

Your next option is to choose the closest city. In my case, this is San Francisco. But I live in Utah, and I’ve never even been to California. The only things I know about San Francisco are what’s shown the movie Big Hero 6, and I’m sure that movie only got the city half right, anyway.

For some of you, this bullet point was helpful enough to help you choose your team. But if you’re like me, mere proximity isn’t enough to guarantee a lifelong, multi-generational fandom. Another solution besides picking at random has to be found.

3. Team Name

With twelve team names, it can be hard to narrow them down. Knowing that the myriad options are a veritable firehose, I created a list that successfully matches every possible demographic with best suited team name. I guarantee not a single person in the entire world will be left out by this list.

a. Choose Boston Uprising if you belong to an enterprising group of wise-cracking, well-meaning rebels out to tear down their oppressive empire.

b. ‎Choose Dallas Fuel if you work in the gasoline industry.

c. ‎Choose Florida Mayhem if you consider yourself the Junkrat of your friend group.

d. ‎Choose the Houston Outlaws if you love running from law enforcement in a chain gang.

e. ‎Choose the London Spitfire if your favorite historical figure is Winston (Churchill, not Gorilla).

f. ‎Choose the Los Angeles Gladiators if you are Spartacus.

g. ‎Choose the Los Angeles Valiant if you can list more than five of the classic Christian virtues off the top of your head.

h. ‎Choose the New York Excelsior if you love every single one of Stan Lee’s appearances in the Marvel movies.

i. ‎Choose the Philadelphia Fusion if you’re a nuclear physicist.

j. ‎Choose the San Francisco Shock if you’re a bad electrician.

k. ‎Choose the Seoul Dynasty if you are a fan of the 2017 soap opera reboot series.

l. ‎Choose the Shanghai dragons if you insist on playing a Dragonborn in every single one of your friend’s Dungeons and Dragons game.

And there you have it. Of all the conceivable demographics across the world, OWL managed to represent all of them with every team name. Unfortunately, I was not represented by any of these team names, so it’s on to a different method. Anything besides picking at random.

4. Team Colors

When looking at all the OWL team uniforms, you will likely see your favorite color, so long as your favorite color is adjacent to orange or blue.

Boston Uprising, Dallas Fuel, New York Excelsior, and London Spitfire are blue, different blue, third blue, and less blue blue, respectively. Philadelphia Fusion, Florida Mayhem, San Francisco Shock, and Shanghai Dragons are yellow-orange, red and yellow, orangest orange, and yellow-red. The Houston Outlaws and the Los Angeles Valiant are green and same green, and so the only two teams with any originality to their color scheme–Seoul Dynasty and Los Angeles Gladiators–stand out compared to the rest. Of course, if purple or black aren’t your colors, then you’re out of luck.

As for me, my favorite color is teal, so I am definitely out of luck. Even worse, because so many teams share color schemes, throwing a dart at a color wheel won’t help you pick out a favorite team, either. Thankfully, there are still more ways to pick an Overwatch team than just at random.

5. Favorite Streamer

A lot of OWL team members became well-known Overwatch personalities thanks to their YouTube and Twitch channels. If you’ve played Overwatch for any amount of time, you’ve likely stumbled upon one or more of these streamers as they completely and totally wreck their competition live in front of thousands of fans. If you can name a single Overwatch personality off the top of your head, then rooting for their team is probably the best option for you.

However, if you’re like me, you probably spent more time watching Unit Lost and Dabacabb–the perfect combination of strategy and hilarity–than watching the pros before their first official season. Also, you probably have a job where you aren’t able to watch streamers during work hours. As it is, I, and probably you, don’t have a favorite streamer to root for. There must be another option.

If you’ve read this far, then you must be feeling pretty desperate. “I’ve been reading this unhelpful article for ten minutes, and it hasn’t helped me figure out a better solution than picking at random!” Don’t worry, my good friend. We’re almost to the end, and I guarantee you, picking at random is not the last option.

6. Picking at Random

All right. All right! I don’t live close to a team, I am not represented by any of the team names, my favorite color is absent from the team list, and I don’t watch Overwatch streamers. Throwing a dart at a picture of the league logos probably isn’t the worst plan.

… and I just hit my cat.

7. Be a Bro

You know, in thinking about it, I have a friend who knows which team he wants to root for. Maybe I’ll just root for his team so I can use his TV and eat his snacks whenever the season officially starts.

And that’s it! Thanks to my incredibly helpful article, you now have a favorite OWL team. Stay tuned for more updates as the preseason comes in swinging!

#owl #overwatch #overwatch league #byu #preseason #boston uprising #dallas fuel #florida mayhem #Houston outlaws #London spitfire #los angeles gladiators #los angeles valiant #new York excelsior #philedelphia fusion #san Francisco shock #seoul dynasty #shanghai dragons #tracer #junkrat #reinhart #mercy #reaper #d. va #widowmaker #lucio #moira #winston #doomfist #dabacabb #unitlost

[tessavirtueandmoir]

1. Who was the last person you held hands with?

Daniel aka one of the Finnish guys cause I didn’t want to get lost in the club (I also hate club so it was like a double whammy)

2. Are you outgoing or shy?

Is outgoingly shy a thing? I used to be super shy and still am around guys, but im definitely more outgoing in everyday life than I used to be

3. Who are you looking forward to seeing?

MY BESTFRIEND WHO FREAKING FLEW TO ENGLAND THE DAY I CAME HOME AND I HAVEN’T BEEN ABLE TO SEE HER YET.

4. Are you easy to get along with?

Depends on who you ask, I guess.

5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you?

More likely than not.

6. What kind of people are you attracted to?

Blond hair, blue eyes… the eye colour doesnt really matter tbh but that seems to be the trend. Not douchey.

7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now?

Uhh.. that’s wishful thinking.

8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind?

Those dang Finnish boys #lifecrisis

9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?

Yes.

10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?

Probs one of those Finnish boys

11. What does the most recent text that you sent say?

I sent an article to my mom about how Canada was gonna be colder than Antarctica and mars. lmao I love this freaking country.

12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?

Freedom 90 - Pitch Perfect Cast

Saturday Night - Whigfield

New Year’s Day - TSwift

New Rules - Dua Lipa

Hopeless Romantic - Scott Middough

13. Do you like it when people play with your hair?

Yeah dude point me to a girl who doesn’t

14. Do you believe in luck and miracles?

Lmao no not really

15. What good thing happened this summer?

I turned 20 and apparently had a life resolution. Ditch those crappy people y’all, they aint worth your time

16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?

Debatable…

17. Do you think there is life on other planets?

18. Do you still talk to your first crush?

Don’t even remember who my first crush was so that’s probably a no.

19. Do you like bubble baths?

Yo. My kryptonite. My res only had showers for the 4 months I was there and I legit cried when I say my bathtub so.

20. Do you like your neighbors?

As long as I can’t hear them, I don’t really care

21. What are you bad habits?

Getting super snippy when I’m hungry. Um… constantly being on my phone? Idk what else. Being blunt?

22. Where would you like to travel?

I just want to go back to England at this point

23. Do you have trust issues?

hahahah AHAHAHAHAHHA bye

24. Favorite part of your daily routine?

the fact I didnt wake up until like mid afternoon in the uk… now literally nothing

25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with?

My stomach? Or maybe my arms

26. What do you do when you wake up?

Check my phone notifs

27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker?

Maybe a tad darker because im literally pale af but otherwise no

28. Who are you most comfortable around?

my best friends aka girls

29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up?

No? One of my ex’s once told one of my friends to check on me though cause he was worried.. it was strange.

30. Do you ever want to get married?

Also, debatable. I’m loving my alone life right now.

31. Is your hair long enough for a pony tail?

If it wasn’t I would literally cry so. Every time I get it cut we make sure it goes into a pony because of dance and stuff.

32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with?

Anna Kendrick and is Tessa Virtue a celebrity? I think she is. Wow… that is quite the threesome honestly. Gotta have different life experiences I suppose.

33. Spell your name with your chin.

grasysdoihj

34. Do you play sports? What sports?

Dance and soccer. dance is a sport dont argue with me

35. Would you rather live without TV or music?

TV I guess. But either option would be pretty lame.

36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them?

In my 20 years, yeah probably

37. What do you say during awkward silences?

Nothing, I usually check my phone or something

38. Describe your dream girl/guy?

Not an inconsiderate douchebag. And someone that lives in the same country as me.

39. What are your favorite stores to shop in?

NEWLOOK, River Island, ASOS, RW and Co, Dynamite (sometimes the Bay)

40. What do you want to do after high school?

Be a lawyer.

41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?

Nah man.

42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean?

I’m fucking mad and u best walk away before I slit you in half. Or I’m tired. Or im not comfortable with the situation

43. Do you smile at strangers?

I barely even look up so no

44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?

Bottom of the ocean

45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning?

That maybe it’ll be cold enough for me to take a bath at some point… I have a lame Canadian life. And I also don’t wanna be a university drop out so there’s also that.

46. What are you paranoid about?

People following me… like not on social media. Just like in general

47. Have you ever been high?

Nope

48. Have you ever been drunk?

Potentially? Idk man, probably not

49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about?

Oh yeah. But I told my friends about it so does that really count?

50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore?

Navy

51. Ever wished you were someone else?

Everyone wishes they were T Virtue so.

52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself?

I wish I could make myself want to go to the gym an exercise. But yet, here I am

53. Favourite makeup brand?

Anastasia Beverley Hills/Tarte/Fenty Beauty

54. Favourite store?

Did I not already answer this?

55. Favourite blog?

Mine. Shameless self promo

https://graysonwadsworth2.wixsite.com/hayitsgray

56. Favourite colour?

Grey/Teal/Burgundy

57. Favourite food?

G A R L I C B R E A D

58. Last thing you ate?

I’m about to eat a huge ass bowl of oatmeal

59. First thing you ate this morning?

This huge ass bowl of oatmeal. It’s 9:25 PM in case y’all were wondering.

60. Ever won a competition? For what?

Many. For dance.

61. Been suspended/expelled? For what?

No, I’m an angel. Just kidding.

62. Been arrested? For what?

Nope.

63. Ever been in love?

Yep.

64. Tell us the story of your first kiss?

Happened on a cruise ship in the middle of the Mediterranean Sea and I stupidly decided to play a game where we were trying to get our faces as close as possible without kissing… I was dumb okay lmao.

65. Are you hungry right now?

Mildly.

66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends?

I talk to my Tumblr friends more than my real friends

67. Facebook or Twitter?

Twitter

68. Twitter or Tumblr?

Why is instagram not a choice. Tumblr I guess.

69. Are you watching tv right now?

I’m watching the movie what not to expect when you’re expecting

70. Names of your bestfriends?

Harneet, Keira, Emmy, Katerina, Andy, Meghan x 2, Madi, Sydney, Emily, Lauren, Cassidy… wow… that’s so many

71. Craving something? What?

Not to be sick.

72. What colour are your towels?

My personal towels are teal. But we have brown, black. and grey ones in the bathroom too.

72. How many pillows do you sleep with?

there’s 6 on my bed right now

73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?

does one laying at the foot of the bed count cause otherwise no

74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have?

I legitimately cleaned out my entire closet this week and found my ENTIRE collection of webkinz so if we’re gonna count those probs like 300 lmao

75. Favourite animal?

Elephant

76. What colour is your underwear?

Pink

77. Chocolate or Vanilla?

Vanilla

78. Favourite ice cream flavour?

Cookie Dough OR French crisp from Laura Secord

79. What colour shirt are you wearing?

Grey

80. What colour pants?

Grey, white and pink

81. Favourite tv show?

GREYS ANATOMY

82. Favourite movie?

Moulin Rouge or Angels and Demons

83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2?

Mean girls who are you

84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street?

Jump Street

85. Favourite character from Mean Girls?

Janice

86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo?

Dory or Crush

87. First person you talked to today?

I honestly have no idea, probably meg though… or I definitely snapchatted people

88. Last person you talked to today?

Meg

89. Name a person you hate?

Well, that would be mean.

90. Name a person you love?

My British bestie, honestly, I don’t know why I love her so much. It’s strange. My cat is the next backup.

91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?

No? Violence is never the answer. Passive aggressiveness is

92. In a fight with someone?

Not that I know of

93. How many sweatpants do you have?

All of my sweats are basically roots, and I honestly have too many

94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have?

TOO MANY

95. Last movie you watched?

Pitch Perfect 2

96. Favourite actress?

Anna Kendrick OR Reese Witherspoon

97. Favourite actor?

I am currently blanking on male actors at the moment. Let’s just go with Ryan Reynolds cause he’s funny af and married to Blake so

98. Do you tan a lot?

I burn a lot.

99. Have any pets?

A really bitchy cat

100. How are you feeling?

Sick #iloveairplanes

101. Do you type fast?

Yes, unnaturally fast. I can also type without looking at the keys which weirds a lot of people out.

102. Do you regret anything from your past?

Doesn’t everyone? It wasn’t stuff that I did myself though

103. Can you spell well?

Usually yes, lately no. I need to go back to school obviously

104. Do you miss anyone from your past?

My grandma

105. Ever been to a bonfire party?

Yep

106. Ever broken someone’s heart?

Accidentally on purpose yes

107. Have you ever been on a horse?

Yes, and I got bucked off and now refuse to ride another horse

108. What should you be doing?

Writing an essay that’s due on Friday

109. Is something irritating you right now?

The fact that I can’t fall asleep, but that’s the norm so

110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt?

Only when they broke my heartttttt

111. Do you have trust issues?

I swear to god I’ve already answered this one

112. Who was the last person you cried in front of?

My best british friend. She legit left me crying in the middle of the club

113. What was your childhood nickname?

Gray gray. Or Gray goose.

114. Have you ever been out of your province/state?

Yes

115. Do you play the Wii?

I used to. My console is in my closet now though

116. Are you listening to music right now?

Yes, always.

117. Do you like chicken noodle soup?

MA FAVE. It’s the only soup I eat.

118. Do you like Chinese food?

YES. MY OTHER FAVE.

119. Favourite book?

13 Reasons Why, or Atonement. Soon to be: Scrappy Little Nobody

120. Are you afraid of the dark?

No.

121. Are you mean?

I am blunt. Sometimes those two can get confused

122. Is cheating ever okay?

No, y’all are scum bye

123. Can you keep white shoes clean?

Uh… if my white shoes get dirty I clean them so they’re white again

124. Do you believe in love at first sight?

No, but I believe in crushes at first sight #themodel

125. Do you believe in true love?

I mean.. maybe.

126. Are you currently bored?

Yes, hence why I’m answering all these questions

127. What makes you happy?

My friends

128. Would you change your name?

I currently am, but not my first name.

129. What your zodiac sign?

Cancer the crabbbbbb

130. Do you like subway?

Uh…. sometimes. But it’s not my go to

131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

Yikes, this has legit happened to me and I had to dip so fast im not even lying

132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

Definitely one of those Finnish boys

133. Favourite lyrics right now?

Take back your picture in a frame

OR

sometimes the clothes do not make the man

134. Can you count to one million?

Who would ever try that? It would take forever.

135. Dumbest lie you ever told?

When I told all my profs I couldn’t write my midterm cause I had a concussion and I went to the Dominican instead #rebel

136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed?

Closed

137. How tall are you?

5′ 3″

138. Curly or Straight hair?

Straight hair that is curled

139. Brunette or Blonde?

Blonde

140. Summer or Winter?

Neither, I hate both. But if I had to choose, summer

141. Night or Day?

Night

142. Favourite month?

May

143. Are you a vegetarian?

No, I’d literally die because I hate vegetables

144. Dark, milk or white chocolate?

milk

145. Tea or Coffee?

T E A

146. Was today a good day?

Tbh I laid in bed all day so that’s pretty ideal

147. Mars or Snickers?

Mars

148. What’s your favourite quote?

Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don’t matter, and those who matter don’t mind - Dr. Suess (how philosophical wow)

149. Do you believe in ghosts?

Nope

150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page?

The young team were still getting most of their ice time in Ilderton and were preparing for the Western Ontario sectionals in the juvenile category, but in late autumn of 1998, just a week before sectionals, Scott broke his right arm playing flag football. That is the longest sentence ever wow.

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SFW 1st date with Yuya. Maybe acquaintances set up by a mutual friend?

I hope you enjoy this Nonnie-chan! I think this might be the sweetest most romantic first date ever–and honestly, it felt like Yuya!

Title: FireworksRelationship: Takaki Yuya x ReaderRating: GWarnings: noneGenre: fluffy sweet first dateType: Oneshot

Summary:  Circumstances beyond either of your control meant your first date was a long time coming–when it finally arrived–would Yuya make it worth the wait?

You had met Yuya at a holiday dinner party over six months ago. Your friend had introduced you to him, and you honestly had no idea who he was. Which you figured probably both amused and offended him in equal measure. Despite that, the two of you had spent hours talking in the den about your interests, hobbies, and getting him to tell you all about his exciting life as an Idol.

He’d told you later that it wasn’t because you didn’t know him that he liked you, though that was probably a bonus–but instead it was because you were so thoughtful about the intricacies of his lifestyle–and you seemed genuinely amazed by what he did for a living even though you didn’t really understand the aspects of being an Idol. You weren’t threatened, you weren’t bothered–you saw it as a job, and like your own, he did it and was successful.

Before you’d parted that night he’d somehow managed through multiple false starts, and not a small amount of ‘umms’ and ‘aaahhhs’ to ask you for your cellphone number and if it would be okay for the two of you to talk, maybe go out sometime. You’d been happy to say yes, because the truth was–he was the first guy you’d met in a long time who wasn’t either completely boring, or completely stupid or the worst, both. You thoroughly enjoyed how he talked about his life, and he was so considerate and kind, so you were happy to have his phone number securely tucked away in your own phone as well.

His life was super busy and so was yours and as time went on you formed a strong bond with one another, often talking late into the night, exchanging pictures and texts and sharing all aspects of your day to day life. After two months, he asked you to be his girlfriend, which was a silly, lighthearted conversation that ended up with the two of you laughing hysterically since you hadn’t even been out on a date yet.

You’d both decided that it didn’t matter. You knew more about each other than most people who’d ‘dated’ for years did. There was nothing off limits, your conversations were open, free, and steeped in sincerity. You’d shared the darker parts of yourself, as had he–and to you, even though you hadn’t spent a lot of time together in person, it didn’t stop you from forming not only a deep rooted attachment to him, but a true and abiding affection for him as well.

Your mind had considered that perhaps it was love, a heady idea to be sure, but you had no reason to rush things and were happy with the progress you were making.

Though you’d both managed to end up at some of the same places here and there, it was always work related and neither of you could really spend any time together there. That said, in the evenings when you’d call before bedtime you’d pine away how hard it was to be there together but not actually be together.

Finally, Yuya had a week off work, so he told you that he was absolutely taking you out on your first date together. He’d told you to wear something comfortable, that he’d pick you up and drive, and that you’d be gone for the day. He also said it was a surprise, and that you weren’t allowed to ask him any questions because he couldn’t even handle that–he knew he’d cave.

The day finally arrived and he was so excited he had an electric aura to him that was positively contagious! He’d helped you get situated in the car and then told you that you weren’t allowed to follow the signs or anything, and you promised to be good, even if it would be hard. It didn’t feel like a first date as much as you’d thought it might–there were those butterflies in your tummy, of course, but you felt far more relaxed than you’d imagined you’d be and you were thankful for it.

It felt like you’d been driving for a very long time, and despite the fact that Yuya had said you weren’t allowed to ask any questions because the destination was a surprise you kept having to bite your tongue to stop yourself from blurting out all of the words that kept nipping at your brain. Instead, you reached over and turned the radio up, and as you went to draw your hand back, he reached out to grab it, smiling when you squeaked, drawing it over to him, not glancing away from the road, but still smiling broadly as he pulled it to his face and kissed the back of your hand gently before allowing you to take it back to your side of the car.

“Thank you,” he glanced over at you, and you stared at him wide eyed before you responded, curiously, “For…”

“For not asking anything,” he laughed, eyes back on the road, “I know it’s hard for you, I know it was a lot to ask, but thank you for letting me have this. I promise we’re almost there.”

You laughed softly, shaking your hands out in front of you, “Don’t be crazy, I would do absolutely anything to make you happy.”

The words had rushed out of your mouth without thought but then you realized what a big confession you’d just made, eyes widening and mouth popping open at the same moment he turned to look at you, his head tilted down to see your face better over his sunglasses.

You couldn’t get a read on what he was thinking, and you felt the heat of embarrassment rushing across your skin as he cleared his throat, looking back to the road, and internally you were screaming at how insane you were for saying such a bold thing!

You glanced out the window, trying to think of a conversation that you could start that would direct away from the awkward silence that had fallen inside the car despite the music playing from the radio.

Oh my gosh! Think! Think! Think!

I am thinking! I’m thinking I’m an idiot and probably scared him to death with such a declarative statement!

Stop thinking that!

You told me to think!

Your internal dialogue was interrupted when the car began to slow down, turning off onto a side road, and Yuya spoke softly, “We’re almost there,” and as soon as he was off the road he pulled to a stop, shifting in his seat, “Could I trust you to close your eyes and not peek?”

You stared at him, your mouth dry and nodded, and then immediately shook your head, and he laughed brightly, “I figured that!”

He reached into the bag that he’d sat in the back seat and pulled out a small box, glancing up at you, his eyes were uncertain as he held the box out for you to take.

“Wh-what’s this?”

“A gift,” he smiled brightly, his cheeks pink, “What else!? Open it!”

You took the box from his hand, carefully as it felt like a great and wonderful treasure to you. Despite so many holidays having passed since you became his girlfriend, you had never been together for them. Thinking quickly you realized this was the first time he’d ever given you something in person actually–as he’d had flowers and trinkets delivered to you before, but this was something else, and he was here with you, the thought causing your heart to begin beating wildly in your chest.

You didn’t realize how long you’d been staring at the white box, jumping when Yuya whispered your name, “Please, open it–I can hardly wait!”

You nodded, laughing at yourself, and pulling the lid off of the box, drawing out a beautiful teal and baby pink silk scarf. The material was so fine it felt as if it was air on your fingertips, and you couldn’t imagine how much it had cost–your eyes widening as you took in the lovely pattern, snapping to his, “Yuya, this is too much!”

“Don’t be silly,” he reached over, taking the scarf from your hand, “I look forward to seeing you wear it, but for now it will serve another purpose.”

You blinked, trying to understand what he meant, your breath catching in your chest when he leaned closer to you, his arms drawing up and around you, and you wondered at what he might be doing when suddenly the world went dark.

“Ah–ah…” you laughed then, realizing why he’d asked you if you could be trusted, “I see, you really did figure I couldn’t be trusted to not peek, huh?”

“Yep,” he laughed, tying the scarf loosely behind your head, then asking, “Can you see this?”

“What?”

“Perfect!”

He started the car back up and began to drive again, the road a little bumpy and he was going fairly slow. It only took a few minutes for him to stop, and you heard him open his door, and the moment he did the breeze from outside the car swooped in, causing you to inhale deeply of the salty, warm air.

“Ohhh,” you grinned, your mind doing the math on how long you’d driven, trying to figure out how far from home you were and where on the map you might be now.

“I’ll be right back, don’t move, and don’t peek!”

You lifted your hand up to your temple, saluting like a soldier, “Aye, aye, Captain!”

He laughed as he closed the door, and you heard him go to the trunk, and then close it and then there was nothing. Minutes passed, and you wished he’d left the window open or something, because the breeze was so nice and now the car just felt stuffy and hot.

You squeaked when you heard your door pop open, his voice right next to your face, “Sorry, sorry, I didn’t mean to leave you here so long!”

“It’s alright,” you smiled, and then tilted your head as he grabbed your hands to pull you sideways.

“Be careful getting out,” he tapped your knee to make you turn, then took your hand again, “the landscape is uneven here.”

“Okay,” you shifted your feet to set them on the ground outside the car, and then he pulled on your hands, helping you stand up. As soon as you stood up, your feet sank a bit and your destination became a little more clear to you.

“Careful,” he murmured, holding one of your hands as he shifted behind you, to rest his other hand on your elbow as he began to guide you forward, “just a little bit over here.”

He was an excellent navigator, and led you the distance fairly quickly, your certainty that you were at the beach cemented by the sound of the waves nearby–and though you expected perhaps he would toy with you a bit longer, without warning the scarf was suddenly pulled from your eyes and you blinked rapidly as you tried to take in your surroundings, gasping as you realized you were facing the ocean, the sun setting right before your eyes.

You weren’t sure what beach you were at, as you couldn’t think of any place near home that would afford such a breathtaking view, “It’s so beautiful!”

“It’s nothing compared to you,” he whispered softly in your ear, his arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you gently back into his embrace. You were positive that he could hear the thundering beat of your heart in your chest, the words rushing through your senses.

“Relax,” he spoke gently, and you realized you’d been holding your breath, inhaling deeply, laughing softly as he squeezed you.

The two of you watched as the sun faded, the shimmering shine of oranges and peaches and hues of blue and purple, all mixed together to make the most exquisite painting across the sky.

At one point he’d pulled his phone out, taking a selfie with you–and you didn’t even care how cheesy your smile was because you were just so happy there in his arms on a real date. Of course, he tried to take it back from you when you started to take multiple pictures of him, both of you laughing and playing together.

You noticed once the sun had finally set that there was a source of light to the side of you, and you glanced over to look at it, finding a blanket spread out with multiple big fluffy pillows on it, with softly glowing lanterns positioned around it.

“Yuya! What did you do?” You couldn’t help but laugh, twisting in his arms to look at the scene better, and he held you fast, not wanting to let you go.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he mused, shuffling you toward the blanket, “but if I were to have done anything at all, I feel like it would include a sweet treat…don’t you think?”

You laughed, taking in his beautiful face that was alight with amusement, “Oh, of that I am absolutely certain!”

He nodded, grinning as he released you, gesturing for you to sit as he moved around to the other side to sit down, pulling something across the sand toward the blanket.

“Close your eyes,” he ordered.

You laughed, “You’re kidding!? I haven’t been good enough already!?”

He burst out laughing, “Yes! Yes! You have been wonderful, please just once more I promise!”

“Okay, fine,” you clenched your eyes shut tightly, and he immediately pulled your hands out in front of you, opening them up so they were flat beside each other, and then you felt the weight of something settle into them.

“Okay! Open your eyes!”

His voice was wild with excitement and you couldn’t wait an extra moment, your eyes popping open to find that there was a glass plate with a beautiful lemon tart set upon it, a delicate display of raspberries piled up in the center with a banner spread across it that appeared to be hand written in icing that said ‘Happy Birthday!’.

You gasped, your eyes wide as you spoke, “My birthday was last week…you…didn’t have…I didn’t even know you knew when it was…”

“I pay attention to what you say,“ he smiled, tapping his forehead like he held all the secrets to the universe within, and as far as you knew–maybe he did!

“I figured since I didn’t get to be there for your birthday, and I needed to take you on a proper date–that I’d recreate the day the way it should have been,” he was smiling, gesturing to the tart, “Yama-chan helped me make it for you,” his voice was laced with pride at his accomplishment, “I did most of it, but he did help me. I can’t take all of the credit.”

Your mouth dropped open, your eyes instantly filling with tears, as you looked up at Yuya who was staring at you with expectant eyes.

“Oh, oh my gosh! What did I do? What’s wrong?”

He was in a frenzy and you laughed, tears dripping down your cheek, “Nothing is wrong! Yuya! Nothing! I’m happy!”

He stopped moving but his expression still didn’t seem to believe you, and you nodded, smiling, “I promise, this is happiness, it’s…it’s…it is perfect!”

He let out the deep breath he’d been holding, “Oh, thank God! I thought I had messed something up!”

You laughed, your voice thick with emotion, “No! Yuya, this is…I’m just so overwhelmed.”

He lifted the tart from your hands, setting it to the back of the blanket and then scootched over next to you, pulling you into his arms, your head resting on his chest as you sniffled.

“I don’t know what kind of guys you’ve been around,” he laughed, his hand stroking your hair, “You should be used to being treated like this.”

You couldn’t help but giggle, pulling your head back to look at him, “I haven’t been on the receiving end of this kind of gesture before,” you admitted, and he stared at you, his eyes unblinking.

“I’ve never really been with anyone to get to the stage of 'let’s do sweet things for one another’ before,” you admitted, and he shook his head, his voice laced with surprise, “I can’t believe that!”

You nodded, “Well, it was my choice most of the time, most guys are just…well, I don’t know–it’s just they weren’t good for me.”

He hummed softly, dipping his head down to look straight into your eyes, “…but I am?”

“Yes,” you smiled brightly, “You are decidedly good for me.”

“I’m very glad,” he leaned forward, pressing his lips against your forehead and you felt the butterflies in your tummy do somersaults as your eyes fluttered closed, and then within a breath, his lips were gentle on yours.

His fingers entwined into your hair as he cradled the back of your head, the most tender of touches, your body alight with sensation as the cool breeze seemed to arrive just in time to cool your flushed skin. He hummed into the kiss, and your hand slid up his arm, your fingers moving slowly to touch his cheek so th–

BOOM!!!!!

You screeched as a loud exploding noise filled the air, scrambling into Yuya who was laughing, his hands frantically trying to grab you as you crawled on top of him, squealing in fear as another explosion happened.

“You’re okay! You’re okay!” Yuya was calling out over the sound, grabbing your head to press it against his chest on one side, covering the other ear with his hand as he held you, and you were there, curled up in his lap, head pressed against his chest, his hand covering practically the entire half of your face as you had your eyes clenched closed tightly thinking that a war had been started while you were on the beach kissing your boyfriend.

There are worst ways to go…I mean…

You could hear Yuya’s voice calling out to you, “Open your eyes!!!”

You didn’t think you would be brave enough to do it, but then you heard him pleading, “Please! Open your eyes!”

With that you found your courage, peeking your eyes open as another loud boom filled the air and your eyes were filled with bright red and white and pink and blue sparkles in the sky in front of you.

Fireworks.

You realized you were sitting in Yuya’s lap, firstly, and secondly you realized that you had a death grip around his chest, and thirdly, you realized he was laughing, something you didn’t know before thanks to your panic and fear.

“I’m so sorry!” he called over the noise as another shot up into the air, “I should have warned you!”

“You should–huh? Warned me?” Your eyes landed on the boat floating out in the water, realizing that it was a professional company shooting off the fireworks, and then it hit you–Yuya had done this too.

You couldn’t take a breath, the fireworks were exquisite, they were amazing, a full display of creating a vision in front of you. You remembered mentioning to him once how you always wanted to see the fireworks during a holiday at the beach but never had the chance.

He did this for me.

You twisted, your face lit up from the fireworks and your joy, pulling away to look at him, and finally, you saw that he was smiling brightly, happy to see you happy, and you leaned up to kiss him quickly, “I don’t know what to say, just…thank you!”

“You’re welcome,” he smiled, his fingertips brushing softly across your cheek and then moving your hair behind your ear, “I wanted to make the day special…I’m sorry I wasn’t there for your real birthday.”

You laughed lightly, and then he moved toward you, and your breath caught as he leaned in to kiss you, and then he stopped, his eyes fixed on yours, his breath warm as it caressed your skin, and he hesitated, his lips nearly touching your own, “You’ll miss the fireworks…”

His eyebrows drew down and you could tell he was conflicted, so you reached up, your fingers moving through the silky strands of his hair as you drew him to you, “I think I like these fireworks better.”

Happy birthday…indeed!

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AHHH THANK YOU ANON :D

5. What is your favorite color?I usually say yellow or teal but honestly I think it may be burgundy at this point?8. Where are you from?Originally from Michigan! I miss it a lot (and may be returning if things work out)

9. How tall are you?I think 5′2′’? 10. What shoe size are you?7. I hope this means you’re buying me shoes.11. How many pairs of shoes do you own?.............. a lot.12. What was your last dream about?FUCK it’s been too long I can’t remember.13. What talents do you have?Umm I can sing kind of? And pick up song tunes and lyrics super fast? And knit? I think I’m pretty decent at math? I don’t know what counts as talents really.17. Who would be your ideal partner? Someone who laughs at my jokes and actually wants to keep me around for once 🙃

18. Do you want children? Well definitely not now, but I’m not swearing them off entirely just in case.

19. Do you want a church wedding? Maybe just to appease my mom.

20. Are you religious?Not really?

28. What type of music do you like?Honestly it depends on the day my playlist jumps from rap to musical theatre to John Mayer to parody songs to Beyoncé.

33. What do you typically have for breakfast?Nothing because I’m a mess of a person who can’t wake up in time to eat. That or yogurt!

36. Favorite clean word?Like I know it should be some beautiful intricate word with a deep meaning but I keep coming back to lasagna... it has a mysterious g... and it’s a delicious food... This is who I am as a person.

37. Favorite swear word?Fuck. I mean come on, it covers everything.

42. Are you a good judge of character?Well at least not at first meeting, how about that?

46. What is your personality type?ESFP (the performer). It makes too much sense.

52. Favorite food?.... don’t do this to me.

53. Favorite foreign food?This is just as hard I cannot do it.

57. How long does it take for you to get ready?Around 45 minutes, but morning me is always convinced it’s shorter than that and sleeps in too long.

63. Biggest Fear?Nothingness.

68. Favorite school subject?Science, in particular astronomy, hence why I got the degree in it haha.

69. Extrovert or Introvert?A very shy extrovert, aka I love talking to people but not introducing myself?? I’m scared of new people unless they are nice to me first.

71. What makes you nervous?I think ‘everything’ just about covers it.

76. Have you ever been in a position of authority?Well I was president of my high school drama club. I also was semi-landlord this summer and had to preside over getting the bills paid from a bunch of sublets, which was almost a managerial task in nature.

79. Who was your first real crush?All the boys in my first grade class. I’m not kidding. I was convinced I was gonna marry ALL of them.

87. Do you keep a journal?Not very well, I write about an entry every few months. I have a bullet journal now which is a little better kept but I’ve been slacking as of recent.

88. What do your parents do?Here’s a way too oversimplified version: my dad’s an engineer and my mom is an administrative assistant I believe. 

90. What makes you angry?Sosososososo many things that I’m angry almost all the time, but mostly they root in unfairness and hypocrisy. Examples of what I’m angry about now: when a ‘friend’ always expects you to be there for them and help them with things but never even asks how you’re doing, major injustices occurring on large scales, etc.

93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child?I’m not even sure about a kid right now, so I have no clear answer.94. What are you strengths?I’m pretty good at cheering people up and encouraging them in hard times. I am very adaptable and willing to learn things for a new task. I’m not afraid to ask for help when I need it.95. What are your weaknesses?I get angry, dramatic, and/or discouraged very easily. Also I have low self control sometimes.

100. Color of your room?White, aside from the elephant tapestry behind my bed. I really gotta decorate this apartment lol.

#this was fun thank you! #Anonymous

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