#and he played a few songs and gave me his reactions lmfao

[greg-montgomery]

can i request a fic where reader is a huge swiftie and now that 1989 TV has been released, reader is so excited and you're explaining to aaron about the songs, why taylor is re-recording (although aaron might have already known about it because he searched up taylor to keep up with your favorites because he knows how much you love taylor and her music and so he pretends he doesn't know because he can see just how excited you are to share your interest with him and he just looks at you with so much adoration as you react to the songs and talk with him 🥺💗) it could even be a pre-established relationship where he's just pining over reader, whatever you prefer to write!! if you don't want to write, then it's alright!! <33

“Hotch, you really don’t have to. I’ll be fine”

“No. I’m driving you home,” he argued, grabbing your jacket and handing it to you.

“But-”

“No buts,” he interrupted you. “I’m not letting you take the train, it’s raining.”

You gave up; partly, because he was stubborn and partly because you wanted nothing more than to be in the car alone with him.

The rain falling on the roof of his car wasn’t loud enough to cover the sound of the music that was coming from his radio. You didn’t recognize the song, but even if you did, you’d still have no interest in it. There were only a few very specific songs you wanted to listen to at that moment.

Aaron could probably see you staring at the radio, so you assumed that was the reason he made you an offer.

“You can play your songs if you want.”

“Do you really not mind?” you grinned, already opening your Spotify app.

“Of course,” he chuckled. “Go ahead.”

“Taylor released a new album and with work I haven’t had the chance to listen to it properly yet.”

“Is that why you had headphones on all day at the office?”

“I was lucky it was paperwork day.”

He shook his head in delight, and let you connect your phone to his car. You bit your lip trying to hold back a smile at the thought that he didn’t need to ask who Taylor was. And at the fact that you were certainly the reason why.

“How do you know the lyrics by heart already?” he asked, only one song in.

“Not all songs are new.”

“How does that work, I thought you said it’s a new album?”

“Okay so, it’s basically a rerecording of an old album. And she added a few new songs in as well. So even if it’s an old album it feels new,” you said. “She is rerecording all of her old albums that she doesn’t own. Because even though she wanted to buy them they were sold to somebody else. Someone who had not been good to her.”

“That’s terrible.”

“Yeah…But because she wrote them she has the right to record them again.”

“Oh…Good for her.”

“Yes. All Swifties listen to her versions.”

“Do they?” he said, laughing.

“Yes,” you said proudly.

“And which one is your favorite?”

“From this album?” you asked.

“Mhm…”

“I’ll just play it for you.”

It was hard to miss his shy smile when he saw the title ‘You Are In Love’ flash across the screen.

Maybe he was in love too.

#you know what's crazy i received this request after something very similar happened to me with that boy i keep talking about #we were on our way to work and i was like :D i think it's gonna be a good day bc i started my morning listening to taylor's new album #and when we were on the train he pulled out his headphones and he was like 'wait i have a new album to listen to' #and he played a few songs and gave me his reactions lmfao #and he asked me why some songs were old (he knew shake it off lol) and i had to explain it to him like reader does here #anyway. mini storytime no one asked for #aaron hotchner x reader #hotch x reader #aaron hotchner #hotch #hotch 🪐

[servin-up-surveys]

survey #115

(taken february 17th; uploading surveys taken while gone)

Do you think you have an addictive personality? I'm very well aware that I do, just like my dad, and it's why I stay away from a lot of things known to trigger addiction.

Honestly, do you enjoy arguing? No, it sends my anxiety through the fucking stratosphere immediately.

Is there anyone that you truly could not live without? I refuse to ever even consider this idea EVER again.

When was the last time someone saw you naked? Totally naked, idk. I try very hard to avoid anyone seeing me like that, but I'm pretty positive it would be my mom coming into her room after I've gotten out of the shower or something.

What is the greatest loss you’ve endured? My first real boyfriend, the person I basically entirely lost my self-autonomy to. Not by his will, in his defense.

What song (or a few songs, whatever) means a lot to you and why? I absolutely cannot listen to "Stairway to Heaven" by Led Zeppelin because of a basically movie scene-worthy prom memory with Jason. I haven't heard it in years and don't plan on ever listening to it again, I just can't. It breaks me. "The Mortician's Daughter" by Black Veil Brides is also a song I generally avoid because of another memory with Jason, but I can *sometimes* listen to it. "The Ghost of You" by My Chemical Romance is yet another I'm very sensitive to because I binged the fuck outta it and cried my eyes out repeatedly to it after I learned about Jason's mom dying. That was the most painful death I have ever dealt with so far in life, and it fucking haunts me that the last thing she ever heard from me was begging to talk to her son as she talked to me well over an hour in the absolute middle of the night encouraging me to not kill myself. Then I ODed two days later. Uhhhh there's a lot of other songs but I really shouldn't have explained this one so deeply because I'm crying so we're just gonna move on.

What was the reason behind your last visit to the hospital? I was suicidal again and knew I needed to be in an environment where I couldn't be a risk to myself.

What is something you’ve done that you truly regret? Mostly things I've said. And the Joel situation when I was 12.

Do you view animals as being just as important as people? Why or why not? I sure do. I don't believe there's anything truly special or divine about humans; we're just the most advanced animals, but that doesn't make us even REMOTELY "better" than them.

What is the worst thing you’ve done to yourself? What is the worst thing someone else has done to you? Tried to kill myself. Entirely gave up on, turned on, and grew to hate myself. As for the worst thing someone else has done to me, probably how Jason left our relationship. It was SUCH a jump ship type of reaction, like he wanted to be on the other side of the world from me basically immediately, leaving me so confused and lost and hurt and just wanting to die. It's interesting to note that I didn't start healing until he actually agreed to meet with and talk to me about all this more than a year later, although I guess me also starting a strong mood stabilizer that I absolutely responded well to at the same time probably played a part, too.

What is the most personal thing you’re willing to reveal? On here, probably that I literally had surgery on my ass lmfao a pilonidal cyst is a cyst in your asscheek :^)

What made you stop talking to the last person you cut out of your life? She was/is (I 220% do not even remotely believe her claim that she's not anymore for MANY reasons) a Nazi and was also a fucking terrible "friend" to me, when it REALLY boiled down to it. She was capable of being good sometimes, yes, but our "friendship" had very serious problems in its base structure, and I was not taking her making me feel like a shitty, burdensome, annoying, and weak person anymore.

What are some kinks or turn-ons you have, if any? Sharing that kinda stuff is crossing a personal boundary for me, so skipping.

Are you one of those people that LOVE to hug others? YES. If you don't like hugs, you have to be upfront with me about that because at some point I WILL try to hug you otherwise.

Which person would you choose to travel the world with? Girt.

What is a book you can recommend to others? I will recommend Johnny Got His Gun by Dalton Trumbo to literally everybody. It's an anti-war novel that leaves you feeling just plain fucking haunted and appalled by human nature.

Do you have (a) stuffed animal(s) sitting in your room? Which one(s)? I have a bunch of meerkat plushies on one shelf, as well as my favorite plush from childhood (a moose named Brownie), a fennec fox as a zoo souvenir, a Cheshire cat... maybe one or two others, idr. I now also have a giant stuffed bear sitting on a chair in this spare room because Girt got me it for Valentine's Day, haha. :') I can always see it from where I'm sitting, and I want this room to be full of stuff that motivates and makes me happy.

What do you order on a pizza? Most often I just get pepperoni, but I will also sometimes get a meat lovers-esque kind, and rarely I'll still want a jalapeno pizza.

How old was the first person you kissed? He was 18 at that time.

Last dream you had: It actually REALLY messed with me when I woke up; I remember I'd just found out I was pregnant and we were actually keeping the baby and Girt was super excited and yeah it FUCKED with me

what is the first letter of the last name of the last person you kissed? M.

Why aren’t you texting the last person you kissed? We like, never text. We almost always use Discord instead.

Have you been to a baby shower? Yeah, my sister's, and my ex's brother's wife's. Maybe one other person?

Something good going to happen tomorrow? Yeah, it's my youngest niece's birthday party and I'm really happy Girt is able to come with us. I'll get to see my dad, too.

Do you believe exes can be friends? In some cases, sure. But not always. I would probably even say not in *most* cases, but I don't know that with certainty.

Who were you with the last time you went to the movie theater? Girt.

Has anyone ever sung to you? Girt has, and I guess kinda-sorta-but-not-exactly Jason.

Do you plan on moving out within the next year? It'd... be nice, especially if I fucking finally DO find a job at some goddamn point. I'm job-hunting online literally every day. It would be nice to get a place with Girt.

List the initials of every person you have kissed, from oldest to most recent kiss. (Put “?”s in the place of initials you don’t know.) JAR, T? (more accurately, I don't remember his last name), SJM, DM.

Honestly, have you ever eaten raw cookie dough? Haha of course.

Would you stay with your bf/gf if they did drugs? I wouldn't go *into* a relationship with someone doing drugs, but if by some incredibly low, insane chance Girt started drugs for whatever reason, I'd try to stay with him as long as I could and try very hard to convince him to stop.

Where was your mom born? Somewhere I won't disclose in New York.

What about your dad? Uh, I want to say Ohio, but it's possible it's actually Michigan.

Is your tongue pierced? It used to be; I had snake eyes, and it was probably my favorite piercing, maybe tied with my lip ring. I only took it out because it was damaging my teeth.

What did you last do in your bed? I took a nap today. I've been sleeping a lot and super heavily lately...

Have you ever named any of your pets after a cartoon character? Yeah, I remember we had a black cat growing up named Taz. Odds are pretty high we probably had another pet (probably another cat) with a cartoon name, too. OH! Already thought of one lol, we also had a BEAUTIFUL Maine coon-esque boy named Eeyore. He got hit by a car and it devastated me.

What was the last thing that someone else recommended, or suggested you try? Hmmmm... can't say I remember.

What was the last podcast you listened to? Do you listen to it regularly? I don't think I've listened to a podcast since I last listened to Rhett & Link's MANY years ago.

Have you ever held a gun? Did you fire it? I did unwillingly, but I sure as hell didn't fire it. Colleen's husband needed someone to hold it while he was doing something and I was the only one there.

What did you last take painkillers for? A fucking toothache. I'm starting to get them in a specific spot again, once more where I DIDN'T get dental work done...

What did you have for lunch today and who made it? I didn't eat lunch.

What was the last candy you ate? It was a LifeSaver. I keep them on hand because of my clinically dry mouth (I'm told to keep little candies or something like that in my purse to force salivation when I'm really suffering), but I just felt like having one.

Have you ever been hit in the face? What’s the story? Maybe accidentally, but not that I remember.

Do you know anyone who is deaf? I don't believe so.

If you wear makeup, what colors do you usually wear? IF I wear makeup, it's black.

If you have more than one pet, do they ever get jealous of each other? Roman, not so much, but Cookie definitely can get jealous.

Is there a room in your house that you don’t like going in? No.

Have you ever trespassed? I think I have. I don't think I really knew we were trespassing, though.

Are you afraid of heights? Yes.

Do you walk around barefoot when you’re at home? Or do you wear socks? I'm pretty much always barefoot unless I need slippers. I hate socks.

Would you ever be a tornado chaser? Hell. Fucking. NO. I very much hate even watching VIDEOS of small tornadoes because I get extremely, extremely anxious.

What is your favorite thing to eat with bbq sauce, if you even like that stuff? I absolutely hate bbq sauce.

Have you ever had to do a class in summer school? No.

Have you ever created a website? Multiple, but none from total scratch.

Have you ever had a dream where you killed someone? I've had absolutely countless where I've TRIED to. That's pretty much the common theme of my nightmares, and I wake myself up trying to attack someone who's in some way threatened me. I'm always stuck in this state where I'm unable to defend myself, like my body is a stone that I can't make move, until I finally do manage to lash out and wake up.

Which is worse: Sick to your stomach or sore throat? SICK TO MY STOMACH. There is NO pain that I handle worse than stomach-oriented ones, and I'm also absolutely petrified of vomiting. This is gross but I am literally the person who historically has puked multiple times not in a toilet or trash can, but on the fucking floor because I just totally, completely freeze when I feel it coming, like I don't know how to handle the sensation and I am fighting vomit coming up to the VERY last fucking second. I HONESTLY think I would rather have a sore throat for my entire life than vomit once.

Do you think your last relationship was a disaster? The one before Girt? Not a "disaster," no. Our FRIENDSHIP may have been, though.

Who do you think is the easiest to talk to? Probably Girt.

Do you have a favourite metal band or do you not like metal? Ozzy Osbourne, and Rammstein if you count them as metal. Not all their songs are, but they've definitely got some that are genuinely metal.

Thick or thin blanket? It totally depends on the time of year/temperature.

How do you mark through your word search puzzles? It depends on what writing utensil I have available to me, font size, lots.

Have you ever sewn something? No, have no idea how to. I probably should take Mom up on asking to teach me though, it might come in handy one day.

What did you eat for dinner last night? It was pasta, really good pasta.

Have you seen all of the Jaws movies? I watched just one with Tyler. Can't remember which one it was, just that it was old, and it wasn't bad.

Have you ever drunk Cherry Coke? Yeah, I like it, but not more than the OG.

Have you ever had a black eye? No.

Did you ever take a cooking class in school? No.

Have you ever been called a skank/slut because of the way you dress? Uh, not that I know of, and it's incredibly unlikely anyone ever has because I've never dressed very revealingly. There are certain types of ignorant people who could argue yes because I have large breasts and wear tank tops very regularly, but the opinions of those kinds of people don't mean shit to me, at all.

Is your ex sexually attractive to you still? I haven't seen a picture of Jason in a super long time, but probably. How I remember him, he was, but I do know he's since grown full facial hair that I've only seen one candid picture of.

Describe the most romantic moment you’ve ever had. No.

When was the last time you were scared? "Scared" isn't the right word, but I was definitely nervous earlier when the sky got pretty damn dark and it became windy. I don't like being home alone in stormy weather.

What’s your favorite song by Rihanna? I have ALWAYS adored "Disturbia."

Can you speak binary? No.

Have you ever had a pet that you disliked? To be entirely honest I absolutely hated Nicole's old dog Bentley. It was one of my biggest sighs of relief ever when we FINALLY found him a new home. Nicole didn't even live with us most of the time we had him, and he was a total pain in the ass to both Mom AND me, and also Teddy. He and Teddy fucking hated each other, and I will never forget them fighting while Cali was in heat and getting fucking blood on my wall and side of my bed.

Have you ever given a nickname to your pet(s)? Oh for sure, they pretty much all have, haha.

Do you like boys with long hair? HELL FUCKING YES

#survey #surveys #random questions #personal questions

[fromchishiya]

Drunken Haze

Chishiya x g/n Reader

Summary: Your boyfriend looks after you whilst you’re drunk

Warnings: Alcohol, drunk Reader, Chishiya is once again whipped for you, ignore the title I had no idea what to call it lmfao

“And what’re we celebrating tonight, hmm?” Kuina laughs, tapping the side of your cocktail.

“I beat a game,” you pat the seat next to you, inviting her to sit down, “a tough one.”

She shakes her head, sliding onto the seat, “what type?”

“9 of diamonds,” you gloat.

Kuina lets out a pleasant yet surprised noise, “now that,” she points her finger at you, “is a reason to celebrate.”

Calling for a drink of her own, she takes the miniature umbrella out of yours, rolling it between her fingers a few times before looking back at you.

“So, you and Chishiya,” she starts.

You tilt your head curiously, “what about us?”

A loud scoff escapes her lips, her drink finally being placed before her, “you really expected me not to notice?”

“I don’t know what you mean,” you take another sip of your cocktail, a mischievous smile crawling up your face.

“Oh come on,” she groans, “you practically drool every time he enters the room, not to mention the time he accidentally called you "Honey" in front of me.”

You lean your head on the counter, still grinning up at her, “really not like Chishiya to mess up, is it?”

“Stop avoiding the question,” she huffs, swirling the liquid of her drink around in its glass.

“Okay, okay,” you look around nervously, checking to see if anyone else is listening before leaning in, “we’ve been dating for quite a while now.”

Her jaw drops, hands reaching over to shake your shoulders, “why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because,” you wriggle out of her grasp, “he said I wasn’t allowed to tell anyone apart from you, and I was only allowed to tell you if you asked about it directly. He wants to keep us hidden from everyone, y’know?”

She squeals, “how cute, he wants to protect you.”

Scrunching your nose up, you try to ignore the warmth rushing to your cheeks, “I’d want to protect me too if I made enemies with practically everybody who owns a gun in this place.”

A loud laugh escapes her lips, “touché.”

Ordering another drink, you watch Kuina tap the side of the counter, bobbing her head to the tune of the song blaring out of the speakers across the room from you.

“What about you?” you wonder aloud, “have you got your eyes on anyone?”

She looks startled, almost like she wasn’t expecting the question, “I’m more focused on getting out of here than anything else. No time for love for me!”

The constant stuttering and shakiness of her voice prove to you that she’s lying. You’ve known her for too long for her to be able to get anything past you.

“Really?” you raise your eyebrows, “cause I thought I saw you and Ann looking at each other quite a lot today.”

Her face morphs into a look of pure surprise and humiliation, “is it that obvious?”

“No, no it’s not,” you’re quick to comfort her, “I just notice these things.”

She calms down a bit at your words, fiddling her thumbs slightly.

“I do think you should ask her out, though, if you haven’t already.”

Her hands reach up to grab the counter edge, “maybe I will.”

Suddenly she stands up, downing the rest of her drink before facing you, “don’t get too hammered, okay?”

“I won’t,” you lie, eyes following her body as she walks away.

Nobody would mind if you went a bit overboard, would they?

๑♡๑☆๑♡๑☆๑

The door to Chishiya’s room swings open as you stumble in. You giggle when you see his brown eyes analysing you, eyebrows pinched together in confusion.

“Are you drunk?”

“What? No, of course not,” your words are slurred, and it takes Chishiya all but 3 seconds to make his way to your side, nudging you gently onto the bed before walking back to shut his door.

The sheets smell nice, you think, a grin creeping up your face as you bask in the Chishiya-scented bed coverings.

“Here,” Chishiya tosses you a pair of pyjamas; cute, soft button-ups that you usually would’ve loved to wear, but not tonight.

“No,” you whine, a pout replacing the smile previously on your face, “want your clothes.”

His unwavering eyes bore into yours for a few seconds before a loud sigh escapes his lips and he turns away.

Blocking out the sound of the wardrobe opening, you instead focus your attention on how soft his hair looks. You want to play with it so bad, put it into pigtails and attach pretty bows and butterfly clips to them. You doubt he’ll let you, though.

“If you throw up on these, I swear to God I will kill you,” Chishiya threatens, moving over to you swiftly.

You shake your head playfully, “I won’t, I promise!”

After a full 15 minutes, Chishiya finally finished helping you get dressed, which proved much more difficult than he originally anticipated due to your constant attempts of cuddling him. Thankfully, brushing your teeth wasn’t as bad as he thought, you had just sat there calmly whilst he brushed them for you. You had tried to swallow the mouthwash he gave you, though.

“Bedtime for you now,” he says, wrapping an arm around your waist and guiding you out of the bathroom.

“Not yet,” you protest, “I’m not tired.”

Chishiya turns his head to you, arching an eyebrow with the same unfazed look in his eye, “I don’t care.”

You let out a whine, finally laying down on the bed as he pulls the blanket over you and kisses your forehead. Ignoring your sulking, he turns on his heels and begins to walk away.

You shoot up immediately, hand reaching out to grab the back of his hoodie, “please stay, please.”

Chishiya freezes in his movements, a conflicted puff of air leaving his lips after a few moments as he climbs into bed next to you.

Beaming, you shuffle closer before attacking him with a hug. He tenses up slightly, but due to your drunken haze you don’t notice.

“I love you,” you nuzzle your nose against his, kissing the tip of it along with his cheeks.

He does nothing but stare for a few seconds, blinking as if he was trying to figure out your words.

Eventually, he speaks up, “I love you too.”

Scoffing at your overly enthusiastic reaction, Chishiya shifts your body until you’re in a position he knows you’ll both be comfortable in.

“Now be quiet and go to sleep.”

#chishiya #alice in borderland #aib #alice in borderland chishiya #aib chishiya #chishiya shuntaro #shuntaro #chishiya x reader #shuntaro chishiya x reader #aib x reader #alice in borderland x reader #imawa no kuni no alice #imawa no kuni no arisu #imawa no kuni no alice x reader #shuntaro chishiya #aib fic #chishiya fic #chishiya/reader #aliceinborderland #chishiya imagine #aib imagine #alice in borderland imagine #kuina #hikari kuina

[youtuberswithalex]

hold on i found all of my old Christian music and im emotional, the nostalgia, so im just gonna do a react post--

first song was Hope is Coming by Nate Deezy and oh boy. oh boy. i met the dude and knowing how he talks and listening to his music. oh boy, he was kind of mimicking AAVE and it’s. not great to listen to now. the song is a bop music wise but. yikes

Overcomer by Mandisa. I used to BOP to this song and you know what? I still do. I saw her in concert and she was AMAZING

The The Earth Is Yours came on, which already was one of my favorites, and it was the cover by Gungor (or their original? I can’t remember) and I almost started crying because. Gungor’s music always made me feel really close to God, like He was my best friend. and now I kind of feel like I’ve lost a friend in stopping being Christian, and though I know I can still pray and stuff while still not being Like That, it just... hurts too much because it was so weaponized against me. I miss relying on Him for everything though.

Pause to get lunch

Good Morning by Mandisa and TobyMac. Hearing “top of the morning to ya” set off a visceral reaction to high five the air. also hearing them interact at the end is adorable

COME ALIVE BY CROWDER OHHH IT’S A BOP!!! 

YOUR LOVE!!! 

IS A LEMONADE

call me out by gungor?!?! how could i have forgotten this one!!!!! OH MY GOD AND I JUST REALIZED??? HOW RELEVANT THIS IS????? IF YOU TAKE OUT THE CHRISTIAN STUFF THIS IS STILL HOW I FEEL?????? CALL ME OUT WHEN I DO THINGS WRONG PLEASE

could i......... do a sanders sides animatic to this

WHITE MAN BY THE MICHAEL GUNGOR BAND. THE SAME BAND BUT A DIFFERENT NAME. THIS SONG NEEDS TO BE PLAYED TO EVERY CHRISTIAN WHITE SUPREMECIST. GOD IS NOT A MAN. GOD IS NOT A WHITE MAN. GOD IS NOT A WHITE MAN SITTING ON A CLOUD. GOD IS LOVE AND HE LOVES EVERYONE.

i just copied and pasted a link to the song on facebook jfkdlsjf pray for me (no pun intented)

Beautiful Day by Jamie Grace... I’m pretty sure I first heard this song on Veggietales? or maybe i freaked out when I saw it on Veggietales bc I already loved this song lmao. But it is still... you guessed it... a bop

i also just realized how much more diverse my music was back then versus now... out of the four artists I’ve listened to, half (if not 3 of them? i don’t remember what Gungor looks like) are POC. bruh current alex, I know all you listen to now is the RWBY soundtrack, but like. Diversify my dude

OHH HEAVEN BY GUNGOR??? THE CHILLEST CHRISTIAN SONG I ADORED

YOU ARE!!!!!!!!! CROWDER AGAIN

oh my god. oh my god jesus freak by newsboys. this song is fucking WILD to see in concert. the drummer goes up on a platform that goes sideways and starts SPINNING. while he’s going H A R D. also this song totally matches up with what i listen to now, style wise??

oh my god im getting dizzy from jamming to this one

R E S T A R T WE’RE GETTING ALL THE NEWSBOYS JAMS SUDDENLY

if anyone’s wondering what im doing as i listen to these, i’m currently checking out these artists’ twitters to see if they’re like... White Supremacist christians. Michael Gungor has made me happiest by blatantly retweeting and talking about the BLM protests, along with a tweet stating firmly that he accepts LGBTQ+ people. I knew I could trust this guy. I followed him. Crowder didn’t have anything blatantly for or against but he did make one post about not hating people using that one Dr Suess book, so like. he can slide for now but im not following him

DO LIFE BIIIIG!!!! JAMIE GRACE!!!!! THIS WAS THE ONE ON VEGGIETALES... WAS IT??? IT WAS AT THE END OF THE STAR TREK KNOCK OFF, I THINK???

OH BABY, FISHERS OF MEN BY NEWSBOYS

GO-O-O-O, GO-O-O-O-O

please be my strength by Gugnor? I don’t remember thohhhhh my heart i remember now

i used to harmonize to this all the time. it was one of the first ones i did that with :(

Steal My Show!! it’s pretty alright still. TobyMac didn’t really Get Me Worshipping like he did with a lot of other people, but I respect him at least-- wait let me check his twitter

alright i can respect him, he’s alright

Ah. Oceans by Hillsong United, AKA the song that every church-goer in 2015 hated because everyone played it every week. good reason to-- it’s really good still. are people still sick of it?? I remember holding my hands up to this a few times. and harmonizing many more

.......but oh man is it long. i do remember that now. eight minutes.......... why....... i definitely cried my eyes out and calmed down at conference one time during the length of this song

just realized that Jesus is a Friend of Mine isn’t on this playlist. Wow, Alex. Wow. What a waste of a Christian playlist.

THAT’S HOW YOU CHANGE THE WORLD

it’s so unfair that so many Christian artist put out That Kind of christian music, while Newsboys just. stole all of the talent. like come on guys spread it a bit. not EVERY song has to be a bop, you know /j

Speak Life by tobyMac. i... think im gonna skip this one jfkdlsj im just so not in the mood for this. He is definitely that That Kind of Christian Music style

LORD YOU ARE GOOD AND YOUR MERCY ENDURES FOREVERRR OH HOW WE JAMMED TO THIS AT CONFERENCEoh god it’s a live version and you can hear the Presbyterian Clap in the crowd

OH MY GOD MUSCLE MEMORY JUST BROUGHT BACK THE DANCE THAT WE HAD AT CONFERENCE OH MY GOD I COMPLETELY FOR GOT ABOUT THIS

i wish it brought back more than just the bridge before the chorus lmfao

alright skipping the rest of this because oh boy is it repetitive

STRONGER BY MANDISAAAA i forgot about this one omg. i loved this one, it used to be my Uplifting Song

Got another tobyMac and just skipped it jfkdsl

OH GOD’S NOT DEAD BY NEWSBOYS the movie was a lot of christians-are-oppressed propaganda but the song is pretty good still, i catch myself singing it sometimes still tbh

TRADING MY SORROWS?!?!?!?!? TRADING MY SHAME???!!!!! LAYING THEM DOWN FOR THE JOY OF THE LORD?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? A BOOOOP

this was another one we had a dance for!!!! i remember this one more bc it was so much easier lmfao

HAPPY DAY!!!!!! THIS WAS MY FAVORITE ONE TO SING AT THE BIG MORNING AND EVENING MEETINGS AT CONFERENCE!!!!!! but this version is so slooooow but i couldn’t find any other version

....You Have Me. The song I always said that, when I die and go to Heaven, I’m going to find God and dance with Them to this song. Maybe, if They’re up there, we still will. This song gave me so much comfort in a time when I felt so alone.

I hope They aren’t mad at me for abandoning them. I hope They understand why I stopped going to church and listening to my parents about Them. That I remember who They truly are supposed to be, and that it’s not Them I left, but the church, and I struggled to disconnect the two. If They’re real... I hope they know that. And I hope They aren’t upset with me. I hope They know I’m sorry.

Fuck. I’m crying.

They DO still me. They DO still have my heart. But it’s the people that pretend to know Them that ruined me. I need to find a way to sever the connection. I want my best friend back. I miss Them. I miss being able to talk to Them about things and trust that They’ll take care of things and take care of *me* because They love me, no matter what my parents say, and They know who I am and They don’t love me despite that, but because of it.

THAT’S what I was taught. THAT’S the God I worshipped. Not the fake one the White Supremacists have taken hold of and ruined. The God that gave up Their only son to prove to us that They love us.

I don’t understand a lot about religion anymore. But I miss Them. I miss that comfort and love.

Fuck. Maybe that’s a good place to end this. If you made it this far, congrats! Thanks for coming on this journey with me. It was a long one. You’ve seen a piece of my heart that I’ll probably stamp back into the closet within a couple of hours lol

#long post #alex communicates #religion tw #abuse mention #caps #there's a lot of caps here jfdklsj

[istheresomebodywhocanimagine]

Snitched (SMUT)

anonymous said: Can you do some rami and reader fluff or smut pleeaaaseeee

(A/N: this is in a world where you, the reader, play Mary in the movie. We love Lucy Boynton 100%. UPDATE: I literally just found out rami and lucy are dating right after I finished writing this. I have been living under a rock but I also can’t believe the coincidence lmfao okay enjoy its rlly long so skip to the end if you just want smut)

“Who’s first?”

Gwil had taken you all to a karaoke bar near everyone’s temporary housing after filming had wrapped today. Tomorrow was an off day, so everyone was eager to get drunk and have a day to sleep it off. Rami had been gushing all day about it, how he was so excited to experience a little bit of night life in London, but Gwil had ended up getting a private VIP room at Karaoke Box.

Nonetheless, you were excited to spend some more time with Rami away from filming. Being his costar was nice, but throughout filming you’d begun to take a liking to him, and him to you. Joe always made fun of your little flirty moments, and you always had to smack him to get him to shut up before Rami got flustered and backed off. You enjoyed Rami’s attention, despite the hard time Joe gave you for it.

“Me first!” Joe called out, immediately going to choose his song as you all made yourselves comfortable and ordered drinks. Rami joined you on the couch, Gwil to his left, and he relaxed back against the couch as Joe started in with an interesting rendition of Night Moves.

Rami put his arm around your shoulder as you both watched Joe, scooting a bit closer so he could speak to you without yelling over Joe’s voice and the music. “What’d you get?” he asked, gesturing to your drink. Feeling your heart skip a beat at how close he was to you, you decided you were going to play it cool tonight and try not to look too much like a crushing schoolgirl.

You held it out to him, letting him take a sip. “It’s a pineapple mojito.” He made an impressed face after he took the sip, handing it back to you.

“Impressive taste, darling.” He realized what he said as soon as he said it, making a face and then chuckling softly as he swirled his drink around a few times. “Sorry, Freddie’s still in there somewhere.”

“I don’t mind,” you replied, smiling softly. “Although I think I prefer Rami a bit more.” You were pushing it a little bit. Play it cool, you reminded yourself.

He smiled at that, your confidence boosted a bit by your luck so far in flirting with him, but you’d need a bit more liquid confidence to do much more of that tonight. Rami pulled you a bit closer and resumed watching Joe make an ass of himself on the stage, and Gwil ordered a round of shots for everyone, tequila and lime. You and Rami took yours together, Rami making a face after the lime and laughing when you took it like a champ.

“Who are you?” he joked, setting the lime in his shot glass before grabbing his original drink and looking at you like you were an alien to him.

“What can I say, I’ve had a couple run-ins with tequila,” you responded, laughing a little bit at Rami’s curious reaction.

“Oh, do tell,” he solicited, taking another drink and watching you with pure interest.

“Let’s just say that tequila makes me really happy,” you replied, not allowing as much as Rami wanted to hear. He gave you a knowing look, though, and chuckled instead of prying further, wrapping his arm around you again.

Gwil continued to order shots as the night progressed, and you watched Ben and Joe do a few songs before Gwil pulled Rami up for (I’ve Had) The Time Of My Life. Both of them were just drunk enough to attempt a few dirty dancing moves up on stage, which had you in a fit of laughter by the end when Rami rejoined you on the couch.

“I think Gwil tried to put the moves on me,” Rami laughed, ordering another drink although he was clearly starting to feel it already. You were almost buzzed at this point, oh so close, and the shots were definitely encouraging that.

He was about to wrap his arm around you again when your name got called, so you grabbed his hand quickly and squeezed it. “Wish me luck.” He kissed your knuckles for good luck, which made your heart flutter again, and you got on stage to sing Pop by NSYNC. Being on stage and standing up finally made you feel how buzzed you were actually getting, and by the end of the song, you made your way back over to the couch, taking your boots off as you did so.

Rami was laughing at how hard you’d gone during the performance and he immediately gave you a high five, which made you laugh as you imagined how dorky you must have looked. You plopped down next to Rami, leaning against him as you tried to catch your breath, giggling on and off at yourself and how tipsy you were.

“Please tell me I looked as good as I felt up there,” you breathed out, looking up at him as you still giggled softly from the exhilaration of it all. He wrapped an arm around you and pulled you as close as possible, grinning as he rested his forehead on yours. So much for playing it cool.

“You looked incredible,” he murmured, half-slurring and half-holding back laughter as his eyes crinkled up at the corner from how much he was smiling. “Dare I say, even better than you thought.”

“Impossible,” you countered, raising an eyebrow playfully before grinning goofily. “I thought I looked sublime up there, and you can’t get any better than that!”

“Well,” he laughed, pulling away a bit and nodding in agreement. “You’re not wrong. You did look pretty matchless.” Your heart soared and you couldn’t help but grin widely at him, wrapping one arm around his waist and resting your free hand on his leg. Relaxing completely against him, you smiled complacently as he started to run his hand up and down your arm soothingly, gently rubbing it.

As you watched Joe, Rami started to talk to you again, his voice a bit lower and more serious than before. “I meant what I said, you know,” he intoned, just to you and you only. “You looked incredible up there. You look devastatingly gorgeous tonight.” You glanced down at your forest green bodycon dress, which you’d covered up with a creamy cardigan that matched your boots. Did he really think you looked that good? He looked good for sure, clad in a blazer, matching trousers, and a button up shirt that looked like the softest material you’d ever seen.

“You think so? I was going to tell you that you looked fit tonight yourself,” you replied frankly, giving him as innocent of a grin as you could muster to offset how straightforward you felt you were being.

Rami smirked softly at that, looking down at you with an otherwise unreadable expression on his face. “Were you really?”

“If we’re being honest, I thought about it as soon as I saw you in the lobby earlier,” you admitted, throwing the whole playing it cool concept out the window at this point. “I just didn’t know how you’d react.”

He was quiet for a moment as he kept eye contact with you, making you somewhat anxious, so you gave him a small smile before turning your attention back to Joe, wanting to die on the spot as you realized how long he was taking to answer your admission.

Rami’s hand rested on your side and he gave it a gentle squeeze to get your attention. Before you could turn to look at him, he leaned down and pushed your hair back a bit, mumbling something along the lines of, "Let’s get out of here.” You shivered a bit as you realized what he meant by that, but any reservations that you had were long gone, so you took his hand and led him out to the limo for the short ride back.

As soon as the limo took off back to the apartment complex, Rami was all over you. Pressing his lips to yours almost aggressively, his hand snuck up to rest on the base of your neck, his thumb resting on the front of your throat. You immediately kissed back, resting a hand on his thigh as you turned more to face him. Although a bit sloppy from both of you being tipsy, the kiss was intense and slow-paced, Rami’s hand never leaving your throat as he guided the kiss, dominating it a bit more than you were prepared for.

You were putty in his hands, his lips soft and supple against your own. When the driver pulled up to the apartment complex, you almost whined as Rami pulled away, quickly pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips before climbing out and holding out a hand for you. Taking his hand, you let him lead you inside and up to his apartment. As soon as the door was closed, he was on you again, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you close as he pressed his lips to yours once again, even more demanding this time.

His tongue flicked across your lower lip, which you submitted to immediately, letting the kiss deepen as he carefully backed you up towards the couch in the living room. You shrugged off your cardigan in the process, tossing it over the back of the chair nearby before pushing off his blazer, your mind running a million miles per minute.

He pulled away for a moment to pick you up and lay you back on the couch as he hovered over you, supporting his weight on one elbow while the free hand roamed down your side.

Gazing at you for a moment, he smirked softly and kissed you quickly before moving his lips to your jaw, then neck, peppering kisses onto your skin along the way. You closed your eyes, relishing the moment, and ran a hand into his hair, curling up your fingers slightly and letting out an audible gasp as he gently nipped at your neck.

“You like that?” he murmured, his voice low and almost incomprehensible. You nodded slightly, opening your eyes as he pulled away again to look at you face to face. He then straddled you for a moment, sitting up to unbutton his dress shirt and pull it off, tossing it to the side. While he did that, you managed to unzip the back of your dress carefully.

Rami let out a low groan of appreciation as you shrugged the dress halfway off and unclasped your bra, shrugging that off too. “You’re so fucking hot,” he murmured, and you almost blushed before leaning forward and kissing him deeply, every nerve in your body on fire.

He met your kiss eagerly, but quickly moved his lips back to your neck as he tried to pull your dress all the way off. Quickly giving up on that, he instead rolled it up to your waist, his hand sneaking back down to push your panties aside, his strong, skillful fingers starting to work against your clit. You let out a quiet noise of appreciation as he did so, his lips slowly working their way down past your collarbone.

These were same lips you’d been kissing day after day for filming, and suddenly it was all real, every bit of it. This was a lot to take in. Holy shit.

As you started working on getting his belt off, Rami slipped two fingers into you, then started to slowly pump them in and out rhythmically. You bit your lip, trying to concentrate, and managed to get his belt and button undone before Rami added another finger, making you gasp and lose concentration completely.

“Oh, Jesus,” you murmured, closing your eyes tightly as Rami rested his forehead on your shoulder, his warm breath against your skin making you shiver involuntarily. Rami’s thumb started to work at your clit quickly, and you moaned softly at the sudden overstimulation.

After what seemed like forever (but was merely minutes) of Rami deftly working at your core and leaving little love bites along your shoulder, he finally relented and pulled his fingers out of you. You whined softly at the loss, but Rami paid no heed to it, trailing his lips down to your breast and quickly running his thumb over your already-sensitive nipple. He then carefully pushed his pants and boxers down to his knees before pulling away from you and standing up to get them the rest of the way off.

You took the chance to push your dress off, taking your panties with it, and Rami fumbled with his wallet for a moment before pulling out a condom and tearing the package open with his teeth. Kneeling between your legs as he did so, he rolled the condom onto his cock before leaning down to kiss you hungrily, his tongue immediately delving into your mouth and tasting you. You let him control the kiss, instead wrapping your arms around his torso and resting your hands on his lower back as he swirled his tongue around yours slowly, savoring the moment.

Pulling back reluctantly, he looked at you and raised an eyebrow. “Kind of late,” he admitted guiltily, “but are you sure you want to do this, sweetheart?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at how sweet that was considering the situation, and you nodded, which was all the confirmation he needed. Lining himself up, he started to ease into you, his forehead resting against yours as he concentrated on making sure he wasn’t hurting you too much.

You closed your eyes as he bottomed out in you, and he paused for a moment before starting to roll his hips against you, a gentle beginning. It was a refreshing change from how hurried he seemed in the limo. As he picked up the pace gradually, you let out a soft moan of his name, the feeling of his hips digging into you with each thrust matched by his lips brushing against yours, just barely touching.

He softly groaned in response, burying his face in your neck as he began to speed up, one of his arms supporting his weight over you while his other hand gripped your thigh, pulling it up around his hips so he could thrust deeper into you. By the sounds of his quiet moans and groans, he was already becoming quite undone just from fucking you.

You couldn’t tell whether it was the alcohol or waves of pleasure that were making the room spin, but you tangled a hand into his hair as he began to kiss and nip at your neck again. His body pressed tightly against yours with every thrust, his grip on your thigh firm while his lips remained light against your skin.

Rami’s hips ground against you, more and more needy as the time went on, and your free hand gripped onto his arm for dear life as each thrust intensified the pleasure you were already feeling. He muttered something, mainly to himself, before pulling you flush to his body and wrapping your legs around his hips, maneuvering so that he was sitting on the couch with you straddling his lap.

You took the hint, rolling your hips achingly slow and making him almost whine for more as he looked up at you through heavily lidded eyes. His hands came to rest on your ass, and he dug his fingers into your flesh as you started to slowly fuck yourself on his cock, his head falling back against the couch as his eyes squeezed shut and his lips parted in a silent moan.

You continued to ride him, holding onto the couch on either side of his head for support, and you smiled sinfully when he opened his eyes again, rolling your hips against him harshly and nearly making him choke on his own breath.

“My God, Y/N,” he partially slurred out, looking up at you with a mix of lust, alcohol, and pride in his eyes. “If you want me to last any longer than this, never fucking look at me like that again.”

You giggled at that and rolled your hips again, his own hips involuntarily bucking forward a bit to meet yours halfway. He grabbed ahold of your hips, composing himself as best as he could, and started to meet your downward thrusts halfway with his own, both of you breathing heavily as you got closer and closer to the edge. Rami attached his lips to your nipple again, swirling his tongue around it and sucking on it as you moaned and whined in pleasure, pressing down against him eagerly with each thrust, and it didn’t take long for you to start feeling your climax building up.

You didn’t have time to warn him, however, because a particularly harsh thrust from him sent you over the edge, waves of pleasure rolling through your body as you moaned out his name and a string of curse words. He didn’t stop, though, which made your overly-sensitive core go haywire, and you couldn’t tell if the second wave of pleasure was another climax, or just an extension of the first. Either way, you just knew it felt fucking amazing, and it took all of your remaining strength not to fall over next to him on the couch.

Rami was close now too, the sound of you going over the edge pushing him dangerously close. All he needed was one more push, and you gave him that push. Rolling your hips against his as smoothly as you could manage, you took his face with both hands and forced him to look up at you, smiling mischievously as you rolled your hips again, murmuring, “Fuck, you’re good, Rami.”

His face contorted with pleasure and he moaned loudly as his hips stuttered erratically. Burying himself inside of you, he came with a wild, coarse groan of your name. Riding out his high, he pressed your body to his, kissing you desperately in an attempt to silence some of the moans threatening to escape his mouth. You kissed back searingly, pulling away once all the muscles in his body had un-tensed.

“Holy shit,” was all he could say, a weak laugh leaving his lips as he looked up at you, admiring how beautiful you looked despite the mussy hair and sweaty glow. You smiled back and quickly pecked his lips, slowly climbing off of him and going to clean yourself up, grabbing a towel to cover yourself up a bit.

When you returned, Rami had done the same, already having put on his boxers again, and you furrowed your eyebrows as you realized he was returning from the doorway, something in hand.

Smiling wickedly, he held up your boots, which you slowly realized you’d left at the karaoke bar in your tipsy state. “Oh shit,” you murmured guiltily, another round of embarrassment smacking you in the face when you realized someone had brought them here instead of to your apartment. Whoever it was knew that you’d be here with him.

“Don’t even have to worry about the secret getting out,” he teased, handing your boots back to you. “Your boots already snitched on us.”

#rami malek x reader #rami malek imagine #borhap imagine

[pyotatochip]

You Are Me | Zico x Reader

i return! i had this idea in my head for a long while and i’m so glad to finally get it out! let’s pretend that jiho went to a normal ass high school in korea for this scenario, okay? lmfao

the animation mentioned in the story is called There She Is and is a korean animation I watched for the first time like. a decade ago. it’s ultra cute! check it out! it’s got a good message too!

You Are Me | Woo Jiho x Reader Word count: 1,437 Inspired by: I Am You, You Are Me by Zico, There She Is!! by Sambakza Summary: high school au - You had a tendency to fall for bad guys, but Jiho really wasn’t all that bad.

You had always been a traditionally good girl. You were B-4’s class president, got straight A’s, captained the girl’s tennis team during the season, and managed the boy’s lacrosse team off season. You were at least acquaintances with everyone in your grade, and tried to keep a good relationship with everyone in your class. You walked to school every morning, brought in your family’s mail every afternoon, cooked dinner every wednesday night, and wore a fresh uniform every day.

Jiho was a traditionally bad boy. He was late to class often, or skipped out early with his friends. He always had his nose in a comic book, his ears covered with headphones, his feet on tables, and his shirt untucked. He sat in the back of the room with the rest of his crew, doing his best to avoid the teacher’s gaze and get away with as much cursing as possible, head bobbing to the beat that was playing in his ears.

You knew his type. You always seemed to fall for guys like him. You wondered why that was - why you had an attraction to the people that would inevitably break your heart. Perhaps you wanted to fix them? Either way, you had had your eye on him for a while, and he seemed to have an eye on you, too. When he had lagged behind his friends after class, helping you organize the ballots for the theme of your class’ festival booth, you couldn’t help but notice his slick words and how close to you he got.

It didn’t take long. He walked with you to your house after counting ballots, and the next day, you were telling your friends about how he had kissed you outside your gate and you hadn’t stopped him.

“Really?” Mina had said, mouth agape. “Jiho-oppa? Seriously?”

You covered a laugh as you blushed. “Yes, Jiho-oppa.”

“You have such a type,” Daeun laughed, picking a bit of ham out of her lunch and eating it. “You know you’re not gonna make him better, right?”

“I’m not gonna try to make him better,” you said defensively. “He’s actually really sweet all on his own.”

Mina gave you a look. “You always say that, then they end up being the bad boy you fell for and breaking your heart.”

You shrugged. “Jiho-oppa seems different.”

They didn’t believe you, but that was fine. You knew he was different, and that’s all that mattered to you.

All week, Jiho walked you home after school. All week, Jiho helped you with your duties as class president. All week, Jiho would steal you away for the last five minutes of lunch to chat in the stairwell, and occasionally do a little more than chat. All week, you were nothing but smiles and giggles, biting your lip every time Mina passed up a note for you from your “troublemaker boyfriend.”

“It’s the honeymoon phase,” she said, handing you the note over your shoulder. “I give it a month before he loses interest because you won’t put out.”

After a month, walking you home after school became sitting in your living room with a pot of tea, studying and working on decorations for the festival. Five minutes during your lunch became the entire period, sitting on a bench outside in the sun, sharing everything either of you brought for lunch that day. Your smiles and giggles maintained, perhaps even increased - Jiho had a real skill when it came to making you smile. He wrote love songs, scribbled lyrics onto sheets of notebook paper and sent them your way. When you read them, you knew he had a tune in his head, and it excited you that you would be able to hear it, too, when he got around to sitting down with his keyboard. You would always peek over your shoulder after reading his notes, and every time, his chin would be resting on his hand, smiling as he waited for your reaction.

His friends often teased him for going soft, but he never cared. He could hold his own, you knew. All he had to do was tell them off, saying that they didn’t have any pretty girls that wanted to kiss them, then he was back to taking your hand in his as he walked you home, talking about the new album his brother picked up from the record store. Then, when you got to your house, he would hurriedly tuck in his shirt and pull up his pants to greet your mother, who thought nothing but amazing things about “that lovely Woo boy.”

Jiho was so unapologetically himself, whether he was back talking with his clever tongue, or excitedly gushing about something he loved. They seemed like different people, but you knew better.

The class had voted on a cute animal cafe, so you and several other students had taken it upon yourself to make menu boards, placemats, and various other signs for the classroom, all of which had pawprints on them. Some students were designated as waiters and waitresses, while others were designated “cute animals,” requiring cat, dog, or bunny ears, and whatever else they could produce to make the costume. Jiho was at your house again, but this time, he was helping you bake cupcakes, putting a tray of hot ones in the fridge to cool and loading the last unbaked tray into the oven as you mixed together a light frosting.

Jiho started unwrapping one of the slightly warm cupcakes, licking his fingers. You almost stopped him, knowing that you needed as many as you could manage to serve at the cafe, but you shrugged. One less cupcake wouldn’t be the end of the world.

“Hey,” he started, swallowing his first bite of cake. “These are delicious.”

You beamed. “My mom’s recipe. You should try the carrot ones, too.”

“No wonder she owns a bakery,” he said, leaning against the counter next to you, watching you add massive amounts of butter to a stand mixer. You slowly increased the speed and examined the mixture, watching it come together. When it was completely combined, you shut off the mixer and stole a chunk of his cupcake, leaning against the counter with him.

“Do you have your cat costume?” You asked, putting the warm vanilla cake in your mouth before it fell apart.

He nodded. “I even got the green scarf. Do you have your bunny?”

“Yeah,” you said. Jiho had shown you an animation earlier that week, giggling and saying it reminded him of the two of you. “I don’t think anyone will get the reference”

“Who cares,” he said, hooking an arm around your waist and pulling you into his side. “It’ll make us happy, and that’s what matters.”

He put the rest of the cupcake in his mouth as you smiled at him. You looked around your kitchen, half covered in boxes of frosted cupcakes and half covered in cooling racks of unfrosted. “What color should I make this frosting?”

Jiho thought a moment. “Purple.”

You nodded, finding the purple food coloring and adding a few drops to the frosting, turning on the mixer again to incorporate it into a soft lavender color. You poked him, and he leaned over to peek into the bowl. He gave you a thumbs up, and you scraped the frosting down the bowl and started shoveling it into a frosting bag.

You mom peeked her head into the kitchen. “How’s it going?”

You looked up from the pastry bag. “Ah, well!”

She walked into the room, examining the boxes. “It smells good. Your piping has gotten better.”

“I thought so, too!” You grinned at her. “I used to be all over the place.”

“Your dad and I were talking about ordering chicken. You’re welcome to stay for dinner, of course, Jiho-ya.”

���I’d love to, especially for chicken,” he said, smiling. Your mother laughed.

“I’ll leave you to it,” she said, walking out of the kitchen. After tossing the cupcake wrapper into the garbage, Jiho picked up your family’s cat, rubbing his face all over her.

It was times like these that made it hard for you to believe that anyone could see Jiho as a “bad boy” type. You may have originated in different worlds, but something fit so well between you two. You smiled, thinking about the cat and bunny in the animation, falling in love despite everyone around them disagreeing with their compatibility.

“What are you smiling at?” He pulled you from your thoughts as he set your cat down.

You shook your head lightly and planted a kiss on his cheek. “Nothing.”

#woo jiho #zico #block b #kpop scenario #block b scenario #zico scenario #woo jiho scenario #woo jiho x reader #zico x reader

[vermontparnasse]

les miserables review - u.s. tour (hartford) 10/7/17

ok, here we go.  sorry this took so long but i have never been less enthused to write a les mis review..... i hate to say it guys but this was probably the worst collective cast i have ever seen.  half of them were playing the wrong role and almost none of them had any chemistry with one another... i realize it's still very early on in the tour and they didn't have a very long rehearsal period but that's no excuse for the national tour to come across as amateur community theatre, which is tragically what i felt like i was watching  for most of those two and a half hours.  i do have a couple of positive things to say and there were a few standout performances, but mostly..... yikes.

nick cartell as valjean: i guess he did the best he could given that he was very, very, very, very badly miscast.  when your valjean would probably be a better fit for marius, you know you've got a problem.  he was too young by at least fifteen years, and the way he sang the score was an insufferable series of riffs - he was basically ramin without the ego and without the shirt ripping.  he was just very badly out of his depth.  i was prepared to be kinder to him in the second act - his bring him home was quite good and he aged better than i'd thought he was going to - but then at the moment of valjean's death when he sang 'forgive me all my trespasses' he literally SPRANG out of the chair, like dying had rejuvenated him.  it was bad guys.

josh davis as javert: does hayden tee have a brother........... anyway, the way he was singing the score i think he was trying to emulate earl by making his notes precise and crisp, but everything just came out really staccato and it was not pleasant to listen to.  he also jutted out his jaw every time he wanted to look menacing which achieved a comedic disney villain effect, a la hayden.  stars was definitely the highlight - he sang and acted it much better than anything else... otherwise, it was just a mess.  he literally came across as drunk during his suicide - like he wasn't killing himself because of his inability to reconcile valjean's mercy with his personal view of the world, he was killing himself because he'd stayed at the bar too late and had one too many.  i have no idea what sort of journey he thought his character was on, but it just wasn't javert.

melissa mitchell as fantine: i'm sorry but this woman cannot act to save her life...... the way she carried herself was so modern, i don't know how to explain it but the way she moved was just so off and it was really distracting?  and her whole performance was just going through the motions, like "and still i dream he'll come to me... time to run to the left of the stage!" "life has killed the dream i dreamed.... time to glance over my shoulder dramatically!"  it was just all so artificial and inauthentic, you could practically see the stage directions in front of her eyes.  and don't get me started on the dying moment where she reaches her arm out and then collapses......... lord.  bad.

jillian butler as cosette: she was good!!  i mean... idk, i don't have a whole lot to say about her.  after seeing sam hill and alex finke in the role repeatedly, both of whom are absolutely superb, it's kinda hard to live up to that... jillian didn't take it to the next level or expand on their performances in any way - it was a very basic, pared down, 'hi i'm sweet and lonely' cosette, but there's nothing wrong with that?  she was solid and i have no complaints with her, but it wasn't a particularly memorable performance.

joshua grosso as marius: the best performance of the night, thank fuckin god!!!!!!!!  it has been so long since i have seen an adequate marius!!!!!!!!  i didn't agree with 100% of his choices (e.g., in AHFOL rather than singing "dear mademoiselle" he sort of squeaks it in a high pitched voice which is cute and appropriately awkward but i didn't totally connect w/ that decision because i love hearing that line sung) BUT he really understood the character and he didn't have too many moments like that of derailing the score.  i loved how awkward and genuine he was with cosette, and i loved how serious his reaction was to valjean's confession.  it was an all-around solid performance that was filled with the appropriate level of sincerity.  my biggest complaint is the mientus-esque crocodile tears after eponine's death, but i'm tentatively blaming that on direction.

phoenix best as eponine: she was terrible.  maybe she hadn't gotten any sleep the night before, because the whole time she looked like she'd rather be in bed.  dead eyes, no expression, dead on her feet, fake punches looking incredibly weak and stagey, having to be dragged around the stage by the other actors.  there was no fight to her, she was just resigned and dull.  her voice is tinny and not terribly pleasant to listen to, but i'd have forgiven that for a solid performance... which unfortunately we did not get.  though i WILL give her credit for on my own - there was some weird hammering or some shit going on backstage throughout that song but she pushed through admirably.  but otherwise, she was a pretty big disappointment.

matt shingledecker as enjolras: chelsea said after the show "enjolras was a literal frat boy, was he leading them to a revolution or to the club?" and i can't really beat that.  his enjolras basically was a rich young boy playing a game.

j. anthony crane as thenardier: he was rly fantastic!!!!  god after cliff saunders and whoever tf else we had to suffer through on bway, i would have welcomed just about anyone.... i mean, i have long ago reconciled myself to the fact that i will never see this character played the way i'd like to in an ideal world, because he's just become OTT comic relief, and j. anthony crane certainly has those OTT moments (notably in dog eats dog) BUT compared to the sort of nonsense that we are used to, it is such a toned down performance and there's actually a hint of something sinister lurking beneath the comedy.  i only hope he doesn't try to play up the laughs too much as the tour goes on.

allison guinn as mme. thenardier: meanwhile............ the most hammy performance i have EVER seen in this role.  it's a rare day that i just try to ignore mme. t and focus on thenardier when they're on stage together, but here we are.  god, she was insufferable, and she gave that kind of 'i'm so clever and above all of you' performance on top of the OTT humor that i absolutely loathe.

let's see, what else is there to say.

- 'give way, javert' is back after the sewers.  not sure why but i'm into it.

- SO MANY actors were singing on the beat...... i think the foreman was the worst offender ('YOU. PLAY. A. VIR. GIN. IN. THE. LIGHT. BUT. NEED. NO. UR. GING. IN. THE. NIGHT.') but it was honestly so many cast members and it was distracting af???

- but otherwise, a rly promising ensemble!!!!  i liked almost everyone who didn't have a main role lmao.  

- though they RLY need to work on their blocking....... again, i know it's early in the tour so i'm rly hoping this improves, but this production was just messy.  stage punches look fake, characters who are meant to interact at certain moments barely look at each other, just a lot of inauthentic movement that can only improve with more rehearsals.

- omg this is such a minor thing that i liked....... ok so you know how in the bway production they had fantine's first customer be the foreman?  i never saw any particular reason for that, but in this production when fantine is being offered to the foreman she has her back turned, and when she's handed to him she turns around and he sees her face and he laughs when he recognizes her, and the irony of the moment is so sad that i found myself rly moved by it.

- andrew love is a fuckin gift.  will someone make him principal javert already.

bottom line: what can i say....... i was mostly just rly let down.  of the nine main roles i mentioned here, i really enjoyed two (one of which was thenardier lmfao like who even cares about thenardier???), i didn’t mind one, and the rest were just bad.  that’s 2/3 of the main cast i thought were either playing the wrong role or had no business playing any role in les mis at all.  i can only hope they get stronger as a group as the tour goes on, because maybe if i’d felt more camaraderie between them the whole thing wouldn’t have left me so cold?  that was one of les mis bway’s strengths imo - the entire cast just worked so well together.  the tour cast did not.  unless i hear that they get better in upcoming months, i will not be making any more pilgrimages to see this cast.

#review

[ollie-oxen-free]

Fucking FanFiction.net, Man

Thanks to @crushingonsans for tagging me in this because hot damn if this wasn’t fun to do. mine aren’t as good, but whatever. there’s only so much a man can do :’c

Razz (SFS)

Fell (UFP)

Lust (ULS)

Pink (ULP)

Sans (UTS)

Error

Blue (USS)

Papyrus (UTP)

Stretch (USP)

Red (UFS)

Slim (SFP)

Ink

-(1) and (7) are in a happy relationship until (7) dumps (1) for (9). (1), brokenhearted, goes on one date with (11), has an unhappy breakup with (12), then follows the wise advice of (5) and finds true love with (3).

Razz and Blue are in a happy relationship until Blue dumps Razz for Stretch. Razz, brokenhearted, goes on one date with Slim, has an unhappy breakup with Ink, then follows the wise advice of Sans and finds true love with Lust.

I mean…… I don’t know man,,,,.,.,. I was excited for a split second with the rottenberry and then it fucked me over (although i do like razz/lust)

-If you wrote a Song-fic about Eight, what song would you choose?

(Papyrus)

he he

I’ve had this one for a while in all honesty.

-3 told you that she will soon be getting married to 2. What is your reaction?

(Lust, Fell) 

*looks at crush and fresh’s roommate bros rp* cool

-When was the last time you read a fic about Five?

(Sans) 

Hmm i mean,..,., idk man its hard to find a good fic with this character in it, he’s just so rare i mean.,.,

-6 kidnapped you, why is this?

(Error) 

Hey crush, we both got kidnapped by Error, high five! also it’s probably bc im very gay, ngl

-Does anyone on your friends list consider Three hot?

(Lust) 

I mean some people may be in denial about it but im pretty sure that everyone thinks that he’s hot lmfao

-If you wrote a One/Six/Twelve fic, what warning would it have?

(Razz, Error, Ink) 

In all honesty if i did it would be Razz getting kidnapped by Error for being a “glitch of a glitch” so maybe kidnapping? Though it would probably involve a lot of memes and bad humor too so maybe not too much bad? Mostly just Razz being annoyed that the supposed god-like beings of the mulitverse fight and argue like little children.

-6 is extremely pissed off about something, why is this? And what will you do?

(Error) 

He’s always angry so im not gonna ever grace this one with a response.

-Five/Nine or Five/Ten?

(Sans/Stretch or Sans/Red) 

the second, definitely the second one, im glad at least something in this fucking nightmare is normal, jesus shit

-You and 9 get trapped in an elevator together. What happens? And who are the other random people with you two?

(Stretch) 

I swear to god if i hear one more pun about elevators i will not hesitate to kill myself

-Would 2 and 6 make a good couple?

(Fell, Error) 

,,,,.,.,.,.,..,,.,.no.

-8 confessed to be a part of your family.

(Papyrus) 

welcome home, son

-4 and 5 are having an argument. Why is this?

(Pink, Sans)

“Stop teaching my bro how to make sexy spaghetti!”

“Well, it’s that or how to be successful in the royal harem. Which would you prefer?”

“I’m tired of finding condoms in my pasta, do whatever the hell you want.”

-Is there any such thing as One/Eight fluff?

(Razz, Papyrus) 

i think i read a fic about it before once, but it was less fluff and more Paps calling Razz out for his shit or something of the like

-2 writes you a love song, plays it for you, and then kisses you on the cheek.

(Fell) 

you’re drunk, go home buddy

-What would happen if Seven walked in on Two and Twelve kissing?

(Blue, Fell, Ink) 

I mean i like to think that when Blue walks in on anyone kissing he immediately begins to critique their form and then rates their passion on a scale of one to ten, so take that as you will

-Do you think Four is hot?

(Pink) 

yes

-7 cooked you dinner.

(Blue) 

oh thank god, a night where i dont have to eat cold ravioli from a can or undercooked ramen god bless

-Suggest a title for Seven/Twelve hurt/comfort fic?

(Blue/Ink) 

The Colors We Show

-9 and 1 accidentally get hooked up on a dating website and are forced to go on a date together.

(Stretch, Razz) 

They both take one look at each other and then immediately run away, Razz going “to the bathroom” and Stretch jumping out of the nearest window. Blue and Slim are sitting in the bushes outside the restaurant and wondering just how their plan went this wrong.

-8 gets angry and starts cussing at 6 very loudly. 7 is watching it all and is interested…but why is this?

(Papyrus, Error, Blue) 

Papyrus is cussing. End of story.

-Do you recall any fics about 9?

(Stretch) 

*looks at the huge fucking pile about Stretch being a creepy fucker* yea, im aware of a few of them

-You are about to do something that will make you feel very embarrassed. Will 9 comfort you?

(Stretch) 

this bitch would encourage me to do it, honestly

-Does anyone on your friends list read 3?

(Lust) 

i mean, we all have our guilty pleasures. Read: of fucking course.

-Would anyone one of your friends list write about Two/Four/Five?

(Fell, Pink, Sans) 

i have never seen this and thinking about it gives me a headache. Maybe Galli would? They’re all about rarepairs (and they’re also really great too so go check them out)

-You’re lying on the beach peacefully, and then you turn your head to see 1, 2, and 9, by the water wearing speedos.

(Razz, Fell, Stretch) 

*discreetly pulls out my phone and takes a picture*

-It’s storming outside and 4 allowed you to stay with her at her place until it blows over. And your reaction to this kind gesture is?

(Lust) 

Put your dick back in your pants I’m walking home in this fucking tornado, bitch.

-Have you read a 6 / 11 fanfic before?

(Error, Slim) 

No, and i never want to

-5 wakes you up in the middle of the night.

(Sans) 

go the fuck to sleep you bitch, i hate you and your fucking off-kilter sleeping habits

-1 asks to talk to you privately. When you are both alone, he admits to you that he is gay.

(Razz) 

no.,..,.,? really.,..,, wow i,..,.,,., never would have,.,.,.,., guessed

-5 gave you a teddy bear.

(Sans) 

it has a sound box in it so that every time you squeeze it, the bear makes a fart noise. Thanks, sans

-You and 10 go out for a picnic. Everything is peaceful until 2 crashes it by showing up and inviting you to go hang out at a cafe. Would you go with 2 or stay with 10?

(Red, Fell) 

,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,..,,,..,......i mean,,..,.,.,..,.,..,.,.,.dont make me answer this, im passing

-1 walked in on you while you were showering. What is your reaction?

(Razz) 

i mean i’d be cool bc this shit happens all the time with my housemates, but im honestly not sure how well Razz would react

-What would happen if Twelve got Eight pregnant?

(Ink, Papyrus) 

*megalovania playing in the distance* *paperjam quietly cursing bc “for fucks sake, not again, hope you dont abandon this kid too”*

-You catch 10 looking at questionable material on the internet.

(Red) 

*google search bar is open with the history being just the word “tiddy” 278 times*

-Make up a summary of a 3/10 fanfic.

(Lust/Red) 

“Red had picked him up off the street, one time, just looking for a night of fun. His Boss didn’t approve of his escapades, of course, but when you’re the center of a crime ring, not much you do is ever approved of. He’d become accustomed to seeing the scantily-clad skeleton walking the streets, a sultry gaze and ecto-body formed, letting himself be pulled and used in any way for a wad of cash. Maybe that was why he was so surprised to be walking past a flowershop one day and seeing the guy standing in the window, smelling a large bouquet. Cleaned up, not covered in various fluids of previous customers and dirt from when he was rejected and thrown against the ground, he looked really, really cute.

Fuck. Boss was gonna kill him.”

And now i want to write/read it. Great. I’m already swamped with shit so if anyone wants to pick this up then feel welcome

-All the listed characters get into a very epic and all-out battle. Who will be the last one standing?

*papyrus standing over eleven other unconscious bodies* “NYEH!”

-7 is having relationship problems, 4 tries to help him out but her advice isn’t helpful. Your thoughts about this predicament?

(Blue, Pink)

“I don’t think that I’m the best at making Sexy Spaghetti.”

“Then try making, erm, Tantalizing Tacos!”

“I don’t think that’s the best idea either.”

-Do any of your friends write or draw Eleven?

(Slim) 

I mean.,,., not really.,.,.,., my poor meme-ing son doesn’t get enough love, imo. There’s a few fics abt him, but not a lot where he’s extremely prominent.

#stupid txt #this was fun tho #i feel my middle schooler phase coming through with a vengance

[the-ghost-of-jason-todd]

Okay, I'll do the boatload for my guys. But that means you've gotta do evens for Danny, then.

I’m offended that you missed the chance to ask for #43 for Danny, because that would have been hilarious.

2. Does your OC collect anything?  What do they collect?

Does ‘bruises’ count?  He’s a fighter, he collects bruises like trophies.  He doesn’t really have any physical collections--he’s not that into things, he gets bored easily.

4.  What kind of clothing does your OC wear?

He wears anything that is oversized, masculine, and can be layered like FUCK.  He’s wearing three shirts at any given moment.  Partly it’s to hide the binder and the boobs.  Partly it’s just because he’s already tall af and he likes looking even more intimidating.

6. What’s your OC’s favorite animal?  Least favorite?

Danny is TOTALLY a creepy crawly/reptile kid.  He’d own a snake if he could.  He HATES fish, though, and doesn’t know why (hint: it’s repressed memories).

8. What is your OC’s theme song?

LMFAO at his basest and most pure, that boy is Born to be Wild.

10. What deadly sin would best represent your OC?

Wrath.  If you gotta ask, you’ve never met him.

12. How patient is your OC?  How hot-headed are they?

Boy howdy.  The only time Danny can be patient is when he’s waiting for you to fold while playing poker.  He’s crafty and smart and he knows when he’s going to win, which makes him INSUFFERABLE.  And the only time he’s not acting hot-headed about something is when he has to go on the defensive to protect his little sibs from his mom.

14. What foods does your OC like to eat?  What are their least favorite foods?

Like me, he has a complicated relationship with food.  He tries his best to be practical about what and how he eats because he has a past with an eating disorder and food triggers.  He cannot, for instance, eat chinese food.  He’s always down for something sweet, though, even if he hates to admit it.

16. What does your OC smell like? 

A little like cigarettes.  Sometimes like sweaty cotton.  Rarely, when his mom isn’t around, he smells like men’s soap.

18. What are your OC’s greatest fears? Weaknesses? Strengths?

Whoo boy.  Fears: his mom, vulnerability, defeat, HIS MOM, his mom finding out that he’s trans, mostly just his mom’s reactions to things.  Weaknesses: too many to count.  Anger issues, problems with emotional regulation, proclivity towards self-destruction, over reactionary behavior, triggers, the fact that if you taunt him in just the right way he will act like a totally predictable berserker.  Strengths: he’s a strategist, if he can keep his cool long enough to implement an actual strategy.  He is good with puzzles, math, and interpersonal manipulation, both good and bad.  He wins every single game of cards he plays.  Every.  Single.  One.

20. If they came from their world to ours (if not already in our’s) how would they react? What would they do?

Depending on the timeline... he’d take fucking advantage of everyone he met.  Heck, I’m pretty sure he’d manipulate me if we met.

22. What kind of student were they/would they be in high school?

You’d think that as a bully who spends his time hitting people and getting drunk that he’d be pretty bad at school, but tbh he gets by just fine.  Though he is in public school, which really doesn’t set the bar that high.  He isn’t overtly disruptive, but he can cause an upheaval in any class if he so chooses.  Mostly he just enjoys smart-assing his teachers.

24. What is their outlook on life? What is their philosophy / what do they think in general about living?

Conquer or be conquered.  Sometimes it’s more like... violate or be violated, which is p bad, but sometimes that happens when you get, y’know, violated.

26. Who is the most important person in their life? Why? Who is the least important to them (that still has an impact) and why?

Usually it’s his Uncle P who’s the most important.  P is basically the only person in his life who is 1) stable, sane, and healthy, and 2) still tries to help him.  His Aunt Morgan probably falls into the other category, because while she’s mostly stable, sane, and healthy, she also cannot STAND her nephew.  They fight whenever they come in contact.

28. What kind of nervous habits do they have? Do they stim? Do they have any kinds of addictions?

Danny smokes.  He hides it p well, mostly because his mom also smokes so she can’t smell it on him.  He is very unkind to his own body, actually--in addition to the smoking, he refuses to wear short sleeves even in the WORST kind of heat because he’s nervous about his body, and his first instinct is ALWAYS to hit something.  Occasionally ‘something’ happens to be a wall.

30. Do they want to get married? Why or why not? Would they ever want kids? Do they have kids? Why?

...tbh he has put this question off indefinitely.  He refuses to think about it.  He has no sense of self-worth, no idea what he wants, no patience, and no willingness to face the reality that he’s going to have to come all the way out of the closet if he ever finds that he wants an SO.  Also no kids--he basically took care of his younger siblings, so NO THANKS.

32. If they could have one thing in the world, what would it be?

Top surgury.

34. What social groups and activities does your character attend? What role do they like to play? What role do they actually play, usually?

This fuck likes parties.  And he does get drunk, but he mostly goes for the power trip--he likes being the center of attention and demanding people's respect.  Which means he makes sure that he’s the one who makes the decisions.  Everyone knows that if you piss him off he attacks, so they go out of their way to give him everything he wants.  He just sits back and enjoys that.

36. What does your character want most? What do they need really badly, compulsively? What are they willing to do, to sacrifice, to obtain?

Tricky question.  On one hand he wants power.  On the other, he wants family.  He needs control, and in some loops he will kill for it.  

38. What would your character do with a million dollars? 

He’d fucking book it.  Take his baby sibs and run.  He might use it as power over his mother, depending on how far gone he is in that particular timeline.  Mostly he’d buy a bunch of video games and beat everybody he challenged.

40. Your character is getting ready for a night out. Where are they going? What do they wear? Who will they be with?

HA.  He’s wearing four shirts now, and he’s either going to a party or he’s sneaking out to go see his Uncle because he needs emotional support and he can’t get it literally anywhere else.

42. Does your character have any scars? Where did they get them from? 

Many, many, many.  There’s one on his upper lip from an incident with a fish, a wrench, and his mom.  A few of his fingers are crooked from being broken several times as a kid.  He has callouses on his knuckles and palms, partly from purging but mostly from fighting.  He has a scar from an appendectomy--THAT was a fucking trip.  There’s a scar on his hairline from a head trauma and concussion he got playing soccer.  He has a few burn scars on his back from his mother throwing a tantrum and throwing hot coffee across the room (not at him, for once, but he was in the splash zone).  He has more scars on his hands and wrists than he can really count, because he is always getting into some kind of something.  In the zombie loop, he has a lot of facial scarring, including a dead eye--also in that loop he loses an arm.

44. How does your character react/ accept criticism?

Ha.  Ha ha.  Accept criticism?  Never.  Not once.

Okay, that’s a lie.  He’s literally always on the defensive/offensive, but if he values your opinion he’ll think about what you said (usually after he gets pissed off and storms away).  

46. Your character is given a voodoo doll of themself. What do they do with it? Do they see if it actually works?

If Morgan gave it to him, he’d be really creeped out and hide it somewhere.  Probably in a box.  A small, dark box where no one would find it.  If anyone else gave it to him, he would laugh, mimic punching himself in the face, and then probably get in a fight with the next person who pissed him off, unintentionally completeing the curse, more or less.

48. What were their parents like? How has that affected how they are as an adult?

YIKES.  His mom is a classic manipulator.  She, like him, has anger issues and control issues and is VERY hard to get to see reason.  She twists everything around to get her way.  This drove his dad away pretty early on--it also scared away Mandy’s dad, which is a HECK of a story that ends in two-year-old Mandy getting left on Uncle P and Aunt Morgan’s doorstep in the middle of the night.  Because of this, Danny is basically the functional parent of the family, but also because of this he has maladaptions like whoa.  His worldview is very skewed, and he has a lot to unlearn.

50. If your character was presented with imminent and unavoidable death/fatality, how would they react? Would they try to avoid death anyways? Would they try to make their last days count?

Danny is usually too stubborn to admit that he’s put himself in mortal danger.  Which is an important point--it’s usually himself who puts him in mortal danger.  Usually when this happens it’s because he gets fixated on something, such as getting away with killing his mother, and is willing to literally walk into his demise to get what he wants.  That boy is determined to a fault.  Also he has the terrible habit of suffering in silence?  Like damn, kid, if it hurts just SAY SOMETHING.  

#ask meme #danny #rogers #I LOVE #THANK #liam #the-backspin-alchemist

[thisismysurveyblog]

When did you last leave your house? Where did you go and why?

Yesterday to a tires place to look at a car

Has anyone ever accused you of trying to steal their boyfriend/girlfriend?

Yeah

Does your best friend smoke cigarettes?

Yes

Did your last received text message have a smiley face in it?

No

Have your parents ever tried to talk to you about things like sex and contraception?

Not really

Find your last text message from the opposite sex. Can you tell us what it says, or is the content too personal?

It was from Amber’s bf and he was just telling me happy 22nd birthday and thanks for inviting him etc

How about your last Facebook message from the opposite sex, what does that say?

Facebook messenger is basically my texting because no one ever really texts me on my phone anymore but anyway Austin was like “Dam” lmao he was upset I couldn’t get him hydros or oxycodone but HELLO you’re the one who steals my pills LOL

You find out that your last ex is in a relationship with someone else, and it’s very serious. In fact, they’re planning to get married. Your reaction?

Idc

Do you think you will kiss someone tonight?

No

What was on your mind before you went to bed last night? And what was on your mind when you woke up this morning?

A lot of shit was on my mind last night and this morning I don’t remember

Do you have any possessions that you’re very attached to, and you’d be absolutely devastated if you damaged or lost them?

Probably

Think about the last conversation you had with someone else, face to face or online. Who initiated the conversation? What did you talk about? How did you feel while you were talking to that person?

Amber, she started the conversation and we talked about a few different things

Have you done anything in the past week that you’re now embarrassed about?

No

Has anyone ever told you that they would always love you? Do you think that person meant it?

Yes and I think so

Have you ever told anyone that you would always love them? Did you mean it?

Yes and Idk :P

Say you just randomly got bored of sitting at your computer and got up and went out, where would you be most likely to go?

Amber’s probably but I don’t have a car that works anymore

If the last person you texted was walking out of your life, would you chase after them?

Depends

Who was the last person to call you beautiful, sweet, or cute?

I don’t remember lol

Can you remember the last time you couldn’t have something you really wanted? What was the reason?

Yeah I couldn’t use the car to go to my appointment because my step dad is bitching about me borrowing his and my mom’s car and not putting gas in it

What color are the eyes of the last person that told you they loved you?

Brown

What’s the naughtiest thing you’ve ever done, and you got away with it?

I gave road head and had sex at the same time in the front passenger seat of my car while the person was driving, the person driving who I was giving road head to didn’t have a license either I mean if we did get caught I would’ve gotten in HELLA trouble

Who was the last person of the opposite sex to make you smile? Are you attracted to that person?

I don’t remember

You’re awake at 2 am talking to someone, who is it?

Amber most likely

Can I call you home dawg?

Idc

Are white walls boring?

No

Are you sleep deprived?

Not right now

Do you like kids?

No

Is your favorite sport to watch the same as to play?

I hate watching sports more than I hate playing them

If I touched the last place on your body you touched would it be awkward?

No

What sound does a duck make?

Quack

Do you know what literature device that’s called?

No

Would other people rate your looks significantly different than your rating?

Idk

Let me guess, your last incoming call was from the opposite sex?

Yeah

Is it awkward when you run into your first ex?

Fortunately I’ve never run into him

Was your last text message from a girl or boy?

Boy

Who was the last person you texted?

Aaron

How do you feel about homosexual people?

Idc one of my best friends is gay

Is your sister a slut?

My half sister is only 2-3 years old I can’t remember what age but I’m a slut that’s for damn sure lmfao

Your girlfriend/boyfriend buys you flowers, you say:

I don’t have a bf but hypothetically if that happened I’d say thank you

Can you play Guitar Hero?

Never have

Where is your biological father right now?

Ohio probably working

Can you whistle?

No

Has anyone ever told you you have pretty eyes?

Yeah

Who were you last on the phone with?

My advocate

Do you like flavored teas?

Yes

When you were younger, did you have a swing set or a playhouse in your backyard?

Yeah

Is your mall nice?

Yeah

What are you listening to?

Bad and Boujee lol

Do you burn incense?

No

Do you smoke weed?

Yeah

Do you like to post song lyrics for your Facebook status?

No

Do you have a Sonic near you? If so, what’s your favorite drink from there?

Yeah but I never go there

Will you be voting in the presidential elections next time around?

Probably not

Do you go to the gym?

No

Do you like Kid Cudi?

I like some of his songs

Does being in love make you nervous?

It did when I was in love

Don’t you just love randomness?

I love spontaneity

Have you ever made a mistake in letting someone go?

It wasn’t a mistake

How do you feel about chocolate-covered strawberries?

I love them

What was the last important thing that you thought about?

Idk

Did the last song you listened to hold any special meaning?

No

Do you and your last ex hate each other?

No

What’s irritating you right now?

Idk

Who was the last person you gave up on?

Luke

Have you ever been so quiet that nobody noticed that you were there?

Yeah lol

Did you ever stop having feelings for someone and then started having those feelings again for them?

Yeah

Do you stay home when you are sick or do you still go out?

Depends

Do you expect to be married in the next two years?

No

What’s your current boy situation right now?

I have multiple fuck buddies rn

Do you hate the last guy you had a thing with?

No

What’s your relationship with the person you last texted?

He’s my best friend’s boyfriend

Do you think that you’re a good person?

No

Have a best friend?

Yes

Have you had more than 3 boyfriends at the same time?

No, fuck buddies lmaoo

Do you have any plans for the weekend?

Going to a party and I’m going to do molly

Are you in a good mood right now?

Sort of

What are you looking forward to in the next three months?

Visiting Ohio

Do you like your hair?

Yeah

What’s your most valuable memory of the first month of this year?

Lmao well I fucked into the new year if that counts, another valuable memory was my birthday

Were you single for your last birthday?

Yeah

How’s your love life?

I don’t have one I just sleep around

Could you date someone taller than you?

Yeah

What’s the closest black thing to you?

My computer table

Are you happier now or a month ago?

Now I think

Have you kissed someone with braces?

No

Do you ever wonder how other people see you?

Yeah

Does anyone have feelings for you right now?

Probably

Will this weekend be a good one?

I think so

Who’s your favorite redhead?

Idk

Does anyone disgust you?

Yes

Is there someone that you used to talk to every single day but you don’t now?

Yeah

Is this the best year of your life?

Not sure yet

When was the last time you were sun burned?

A few weeks ago

#survey