#and the last time I made a zero I cried about it in class

[louloulemons-posts]

Teddy

Eddie Munson X Reader

Summary : Reader has a nickname for Eddie that melts his heart.

Word Count : 1.6k

Warnings : Pure fluff, reader cries a little, minor talk of Eddies mom passing, talk of heads being chopped off, swears, pet names, use of Y/N, not proofread, just fluffy goodness.

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Walking into the cafeteria, you look around for your boyfriend and his friends. Wandering over to the noisy boys, you smile, slipping into the seat beside his.

In the middle of a rant about hellfire, he rambled on about the others whining about lack of knowledge of his newest campaign.

“What’s the point of me,” he paused, kissing you cheek and placing his ring decorated hand on your thigh, giving it a squeeze.

“-Telling you anything about it, it kinda defeats the object. You’d get through it too easy.”

“Can’t we just have a hint what we’re up against?” Jeff asked.

“Yeah man you wiped the floor with us last time,” Mike complained.

“Maybe it’s cause you’re shit,” Eddie shrugged, to which you lightly punched his shoulder. “What?” He asked.

“Don’t be mean Teddy, give ‘em a hint.”

You looked away from him, pulling your lunch out of your bag. A sandwich, some cherries and a bottle of water. “Fine, it’s sort of similar to last time. Just remember how many things can hide in the dark.”

“Wow thanks for zero help,” Dustin said. Eddie just shrugged, as you slid half of your sandwich over to him. “Here you go Teds.”

Kissing your head he smiled, “Thanks Sweet Girl.”

“You busy later?”

“No why?”

“What to rent a movie?”

“Sure, want a movie night?”

“Mhm, you can stay if you want. Parents won’t mind Teds.”

He went quiet as he nodded, taking a bite out of his half of the sandwich. You noticed how his cheeks were flushed, and through his thick curls you could see his ears red.

“You alright?”

“Yeah Sweetheart I’m good, foods nice.”

“Want any cherries?” He nodded, handing him a couple, you offered them to the other boys as well.

A few of them took some, all thanking you for the offer.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Lunch was uneventful after that, until your friend Chloe came running in. “Y/N,” she said, placing a hand of your shoulder.

Turning to her, you smiled, “Hey Clo, everything okay?”

“Do you think you could help me with moving my project, it’s almost breaking and I need to get it to our next class.”

“Oh yeah sure.” You packed away your lunch and stood from the table.

Throwing your bag over your shoulder, you leaned down to peck your boyfriends lips. “I’ll meet you at the van,” he said.

“Okay, see you later Teddy.” You and Chloe waved goodbye to the others and headed out.

“So um … Teddy huh?” Gareth teased.

“Shut up!” He said.

“But it’s cute! I’m gonna start calling you that now, Eddie Teddy.”

“Fuck off, only Y/Ns allowed to call me that.”

“Aww why?” He asked.

“Uh cause she’s my girlfriend you dick.”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Standing by Eddies van you saw him walk out of the building, saying goodbye to Dustin and wandering over to you. You smiled and waved slightly as he made his way.

“Hey Sweetheart,” he smiled.

“Hey Teddy,” you said, standing on your tiptoes to kiss him. Taking your bag off you shoulder, he offered you his hand as you climbed in the van, placing the bag by your feet.

“Thanks.”

“Always.” He walked around to his side and began to drive out of the parking lot. “So what are we getting? Horror, sci-fi or are you gonna make me sit through a chick flick?” He asked.

“You always ask that, but you get so into them!”

“Do not!”

“Lies. I know you love them really Teds.”

“Mhm whatever you say.”

“Well I was thinking, I pick a movie for you, and you pick one for me.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

“I’ve got popcorn at home and candy, so it’s just the movies.”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Walking into Family Video, Eddie kissed your cheek and spoke, “I’m just gonna go say hi, go pick out the movie Sweetheart.”

“Okay.” Waving to the pair behind the counter before walking away down the aisle.

“Hey Munson.”

“Harrington, Buckley. How are we?”

“Good, you hear to use our discount?” Steve asked. “You know it.”

“How’s it going with Y/N?” Robin questioned.

“She’s great. It’s great.”

“I’m so glad I introduced you.”

“Yeah me too, I’ll owe you forever. Can’t believe she’s stuck around.”

“Coming up to six months now right?” The other boy asked.

Eddie nodded. “So movie night? Her parents like you?”

“Her dads a metal head himself Steve, of course he likes him!” Steve held his hands up in defence at Robins words. Eddie laughed, “Yeah they’re great people, really nice. Makes sense though, having that Sweet girl as their daughter.”

“Talking about me?” You popped up besides Eddie. “You? Sweet? Nah,” The curly haired boy teased. You bumped his side, letting out a playful sigh. “Go pick your movie Teds,” you said.

“What did you get?”

“It’s called Highlander. Looks good.”

“Oh yeah it’s cool,” Steve agreed, “I watched it the other day, insane, but great.”

“Perfect! Now go pick,” you pushed him towards the aisle lightly.

“Jesus, you tryna get rid of me?”

“Me? Get rid of you? Never!”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

“Okay so I have Sweet and Salty popcorn, M&Ms and Reece’s. Help yourself,” you said, climbing on the couch next to Eddie. “Did you plan this?” He asked.

“I was just really hoping you’d be up for it,” you explained. “I’m always up for spending time with you Sweetheart.” You smiled, and snuggled into him.

“Okay kids we’re heading out now, we’ll be home at 1 at the latest,” your mom said, popping her head round the door. “Okay, have fun,” you waved to her.”

The pair shouted to goodbye to you and Eddie and were on their way. “Okay which movie first?” You asked.

“Well one has Sean Connery and one has Bowie so either ones a good pick.”

“We should start gory and end sweet?”

“Sounds like a plan, I’ll put it in.”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Soon enough you were sat together watching Highlander. Scottish warriors were freaking out because a man named Connor had come back from the dead.

“I think this was a good pick,” Eddie said.

“Thanks Teds, I’m glad your enjoy it.” Once again you noticed his face flushing. “Why do you do that?” You asked.

He looked away from the screen to face you, “Do what Sweet girl?”

“Go all blushy?”

“I’m not!”

“You are, your cheeks are all pink and I bet your ears are warm.” You reached out to feel, but he leaned away.

“Let me feel!”

“No! Get away from my ears.”

“Let me feel them!”

“No you little monster. Get back,” he shuffled to the edge of the couch.

You crawled after him, leaving him trapped. Reaching out again, you successfully touched his ear, it was burning. “Aha! I knew it!”

“Shush! Watch the movie! Look it’s Sean Connery.”

“No no, I’m pausing it.” You reached for the remote and paused it on the older man’s face.

“What’s going on? You know you can tell me anything?” You said softly, fully facing him. Legs crossed and hands in your lap. “I know sweetheart it’s just ..” he sighed.

“It’s okay Teddy. Take your time.”

“It’s that.”

“What?”

“Teddy.”

“Teddy?”

“When you call me Teddy I just,” he groaned, leaning back into the plush couch. “Do you not like it? I can stop,” you said, terrified that you’d made your lover uncomfortable.

“No!” He almost shouted. “Please don’t stop. I love it, so much,” he said, reaching out for your hand. “Then why’s it bad?”

“Oh sweet girl it’s not. It’s so far from bad, if makes my heart burst and my brain turn mushy.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah oh. Haven’t had anyone call me Teddy in a long time. When you first did it, it scared me, but I love it so much.”

You played with the rings on his fingers, “Who else called you Teddy?”

“My mom. Her little Teddy, said Edward was too grown up for me yet. Wayne was the one who started calling me Eddie after everything that happened.

“He called me Teddy once and I freaked. Said only mom could call me that, and now she was gone no one could. But then you came along, and damn sweetheart … you changed everything.

“So sweet and kind and beautiful. You called me Teddy and I felt so loved, only two ladies have made me feel like that. That’s how I knew it’d have to be you, you’d be my one and only girl. I just love you so much.”

You sniffled, rubbing your glassy eyes. “Oh no, oh Sweetheart. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to upset you,” Eddie said, panicked, pulling you into his lap.

“You didn’t! It’s just so sweet. I’m so happy I make you feel like that. So honoured that you let me call you Teddy.”

“I am your Teddy, like I was hers, and I’m Wayne’s Eddie or Son.”

“You said something else to Teds.”

“I did didn’t I?” He asked, to which you nodded. “Well it’s true Sweetheart, I love you. Think I have from the day Robin introduced us.”

“I love you too Teddy.” He cupped your face with his hands, metal chilly on your face, but his warm palms comforted you. Leaning in he kissed your lips softly.

You pulled him back in, holding onto his shirt. Making the kiss more passionate, opening your mouth slightly, letting his tongue slide in.

After making out until you needed to breathe, you smiled at him, “I love you so much my Teddy.”

“I love you too Sweet girl, now come on let’s watch some guys chop each others heads off.”

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[n3ptoonz]

mk1 dialogues with the earthrealm guys!

a/n: most of these are pre-made in my notes, i'm choosing the ones that are more broad rather than targeted towards my oc! i hope it's to your guy's liking!

some of these lines are flirtatious

reader being an assassin mentioned a few times

enjoy!

Johnny Cage:

you: you are the last man i would ever court.

johnny cage: sooo i have a chance

johnny cage: i'd be lying if i said i didn't wanna be dominated by a warrior

you: i think i'd rather just kill you instead

you: what does "finish me johnny" even mean?

johnny: ohoho, allow me to demonstrate, sweet thang

johnny: i don't think you realize how seriously i take competition

you: i can guess from how you almost cried when kung lao outsmarted you in poker three times

Kenshi Takahashi:

you: you ever been asked how many fingers was being held up?

kenshi: it seems you haven't met our world class comedian johnny cage

kenshi: you look like you have something to say.

you: i was just wondering how often you wash your blindfold

you: you make that blindfold work, takahashi

kenshi: though welcomed, flattery won't get me to go easy on you.

kenshi: i still can't believe there's billions of other timelines outside of this one.

you: believe it, i had to fight off a combo of you and scorpion, not pretty.

Kung Lao:

kung lao: don't you like...kill people for a living?

you: says the man with a hat that could easily slice through a crowd

kung lao: an assassin huh...you work for general shao?

you: i would rather gauge my eyes out with push pins

kung lao: i can see you staring at my dimples

you: i was actually looking at your pressure points, but whatever helps you sleep at night

you: normally i cheer you on, but im going to take you down this time

kung lao: hah, you are certainly welcome to try

Raiden:

raiden: is it so obvious...?

you: raiden, you literally smile ear to ear at the sound of kitana's name

you: "i am nervous" my ass

raiden: i'm glad you think so highly of me, but i really was!

raiden: loser has to pay the next check at madam bo's

you: i didn't know you had such money in your pockets, champion

you: what's with all the fine men wearing hats around this place?

raiden: i...wow, you've really managed to catch me off guard

Sub-Zero:

bi-han: your flattery is not welcomed here.

you: aw, i was just getting started too

you: you said you think i'm so hot and cool and sexy?!

bi-han: [groans dramatically and tiredly]

bi-han: not surprised you're on the wrong side.

you: i dunno, something about not fucking with an evil sorcerer that could kebab me if i breathed wrong helped me make up my mind

you: so i'm assuming a double date with kuai and harumi is off the table

bi-han: i was considering it until you uttered that traitor's name.

Scorpion:

you: where did "get over here" come from?

kuai: if i told you, i'd have to kill you.

kuai: how would you even like my hair if you've only seen it tied up?

you: i have a very sufficient imagination, kuai liang

you: ouch, that's one nasty scar

kuai: it gives me a story to tell my new clan, should they ever ask.

kuai: don't you dare say it...

you: ..."come here!"

Smoke:

tomas: is it true? you find me handsome?

you: what can i say, men in uniform have my heart

you: if i didn't know any better, i'd think you're flirting with me

tomas: well...uh...i'm not particularly good in this field...

tomas: your bravery knows no bounds, you really flirted with bi-han?!

you: ah...i may have shit my pants a little when he almost froze my head off the other day

you: johnny's right, you'd be great on the big screen

tomas: thats... thats really nice of you to say!

Liu Kang:

liu: before you ask, yes, it is possible you are also a keeper of time in another timeline.

you: now i wanna ask how many people bombarded with that question

you: so, what was i like in the last timeline?

liu: there's not enough time to explain, maybe after this. maybe.

liu: i would heavily advise against trying to court a god

you: what? me? trying to- you speak madness!

you: i have to know...was i styling in the previous timeline or no?

liu: not even i had the time think of things like this as a mortal.

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a/n: this is an experiment post, hopefully this has reach cause i miss posting on here😭

#mk1 #johnny cage #kenshi takahashi #kung lao #sub zero #scorpion #bi han #kuai liang #smoke mk #tomas mk1 #liu kang #mortal kombat #mortal kombat 1 #mortal kombat dialogues #dialogues #n3ptoonz

[kenposting]

New Guy Part 2! Ah!!!

Summary: Ken invites you over for dinner at his house - something you were greatly looking forward to! Until you noticed something was on his mind.

WC: 4.2k

AN: literally so many people asked me to write more and i just wanted to cry wtf .......... i just feel so silly like i just like him!!! and u guys like him too gosh i luv u guys!!!!!! wtf!!!

Read Part 1 here: New Guy

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Ken was off today and you really, really missed him. For some reason. He brought a sort of light to the diner that was just not there before he arrived. Sure, he made zero fucking sense 90% of the time, but he didn’t take himself too seriously, and that was incredibly refreshing. 

The girls you worked with snickered behind him often, though, and you did pick up on his face whenever he saw them laugh at a question he had or an encouraging comment he’d make. He really was trying his best, but it seemed no one took that into consideration. 

Perhaps that’s why he asked you to come over after your shift today. You never laughed at him, you always answered his questions no matter how simple they were, and you actually spoke to him like you respected him. Because you do! 

It was an odd feeling to keep looking up at the clock. You didn’t have class since it was now Summertime (and neither did he, as important as studying Beach was to him) and, upon realizing Summer meant a break from college, he very hurriedly asked if that meant he could “take you out sometime – but, you know, only if you wanted to, I mean, I don’t want to make you feel pressured or anything…” 

He was so cute for whatever reason and you found yourself unable to let that go – it’s like he wasn’t real; like he hadn’t been tainted by the rest of the world. He cried – literally cried – the last time you were late for a shift because he thought something bad had happened to you. You promised you’d make it up to him however he wanted and all he could think of was asking you to teach him how to ride a bike. You didn’t know why he was like… that… and you didn’t worry yourself trying to figure it out. 

The directions he gave you to his apartment were drawn in crayon on the back of a paper placemat from work. He made sure to include a tiny house and tiny diner and lots of arrows. He knew the way well, too; as if he had recited it to himself lots of times. Maybe he was scared to forget where he lived. Now that you thought about it, he never drove, only ever walked, and he did say he was new to town when you met him a few months back. 

His house was tiny and sweet, only six short blocks from where the two of you worked. You could tell he took great care tending to it, even just by observing the front yard. It was blocked off by a metal gate and seemed to be an older home, simple and freshly painted eggshell white. He had planted flowers around the outside beside the front step before the small patch of grass began. 

You couldn’t see it, obviously, but he had been pacing around inside for half an hour, nervous about seeing you. And you seeing him. Did he look okay? Was his house okay? He was just beside himself, which didn’t go away at all when he heard a gentle knock at the door.

“Hey, Ken!” 

He stood meekly in front of you as you opened the door, nervously folding and wringing his hands together, scared to do or say something that would make a bad impression. He was nearly hiding behind the door. This was silly since you worked with him almost every day (and hung out with him almost every evening). You noticed a shift over the last few weeks – like his bubbly demeanor had subsided a little. It was probably your coworkers getting to him. 

“Thanks for having me over. I like it so far!” 

He smiled sheepishly and looked at the ground, a blush arising on his cheeks as he seemed to regain a little bit of himself at your presence. 

“Thanks! I’ll show you the rest of my mo–” 

He stopped himself, brows furrowed, like he was going to say something out of habit, but remembered something and decided against it.

“My house, but it will probably only take, like, five seconds. It’s pretty small.” 

He stepped aside, holding the door open for you (something ‘gentlemanly’ he had learned from observing other couples at the diner – he was proud he noticed this). You saw his hands shaking, but you appreciated the confident gesture anyways. 

You stepped in beside him as he closed the door behind you, taking in the scenery. His house was… definitely… something. 

“My friend Gloria helped me find it and even paid for the deposit so I could live here and work! I paid her back, of course.” 

He was confident in his home, it came across in his tone of voice. He had surely made it his own. It was loud as hell. The walls were a bright pink color, but somehow it kind of worked. 

“They helped me paint it too! Gloria and her groom-husband and their daughter.” 

Brushing past his bizarre choice of words (but what’s new, it’s Ken), you surprisingly felt relief within yourself at hearing she was married. You hadn’t realized you were holding your breath on that one. 

Your eyes glanced around the place, taking in all of the little things that were so… him. It was like a frat house, but way nicer; cozier. He had shelving all around with little trinkets carefully placed everywhere, some of horses, some of small glass fish, and even some of tiny people. He had put so much thought into these scenes of humans just having fun, one shelf showing a scene of a bunch of friends playing beach volleyball and another showing guys in all black posed in various dance positions playing rock-paper-scissors. 

“Ken, this is so sweet. Did you make all this yourself?” 

He looked aside and blushed, shrugging off the compliment. 

The adjacent wall had framed photos of people dressed in what you assumed to be Halloween costumes. A scene of a fierce man in a gold tracksuit posed next to a blonde girl with a sparkly dress on, the framed photo sitting proudly next to a shot of a group of girls (and one boy) in a mock supreme court dressed in all pink jumpsuits. 

He opened his mouth to tell you about the people in the picture, but you watched as he teared up just thinking about them. It must’ve been a sensitive subject, so you thought it better to not ask. 

Above his (ridiculously messy) desk were tacked drawings on the wall. Crayon drawings. You saw him making them on his breaks. There were little doodles of horses, and some of people having fun at the beach, but mainly horses. You sensed a theme. 

“This section is for all the things people gave me when I came to the real world.” 

His voice was trembling a bit, like he missed them very dearly. Ignoring the ‘real world’ thing, you looked where he was gesturing to see a whole lot of unique and incredibly thoughtful gifts. A tiny disco ball, a small pink model car, a gag book called “Backflips for Dummies” where ‘dummies’ had been crossed out with marker and replaced with a handwritten ‘Ken’, a baby blue record player with matching pink headphones, a seashell, a tiny model campfire, a collection of various headbands, a pink first aid kit – it was just endless. He was clearly so very loved by these people. 

“And all of my furniture was made for me by carpenter Barbie!” 

The Barbie thing was ever-present in his descriptions of home. It didn’t bother you, really, but it was just… getting old. You knew it was just some bit, assuming he was calling his ex-girlfriends Barbies since his name was Ken. A classic joke, sure, but he had beaten it to death at this point. 

“Jeez, Ken, how many girls have you dated?” 

You were careful to come off playfully, never wanting to risk hurting his feelings. You got it, really. He was so sweet and charming, but it felt weird to hear about Carpenter Barbie and Lawyer Barbie – even Stereotypical Barbie. It wasn’t like him at all. His entire personality glowed with respect for everyone he's ever met, so why was he reducing his past loves to just their job title? 

“Oh… No, I haven’t ever… dated anyone before. Their names really were all Barbie, their careers were just how we’d all tell the difference when we were talking about them. I know things are different here. Even you – you’re not named Barbie.” 

You blinked at him. He knew you didn’t believe him, and it showed on his face, like he wanted so badly to just take your hand and introduce you to everyone. His genuineness was hard to pass over, but seriously? All of them were named Barbie? It didn’t make sense. And you supposed it didn’t have to. What did it matter – he lived here now, didn’t he?  

“It’s okay, Ken. Maybe I can meet them one day.” 

His ears pricked at that, stuffing that idea aside for later. It was Summertime, after all. Doesn’t everyone go on vacation for Summer? 

“Mmhm, I can take you!”

It was like he was trying not to fist-pump. He was always so animated. It was one of the very first things you noticed about him. “Anyways… I made dinner. I figured you’d be hungry after working so hard.” 

He stepped into his (tiny) dining area and for the first time, you got a good look at him. His house was kind of a lot – so much so that it had sort of overshadowed him, but as he stood there, the golden evening light from the window washing over him, you wondered how it had taken you so long to notice. 

He stood tall in the archway, wearing a gray pullover sweater, one you’d get at a university (but it had the Barbie logo embroidered on it). Light jeans were cuffed enough to show off his socks. He had swapped the usual white crew-style for patterned ones with little jellyfish all over them. His face was glowing in front of you and you felt yourself just wanting to leap towards him. He looked so cozy and soft and kind and handsome and – 

“I’m not sure what you like with it so I just kind of made everything…” 

You looked over his shoulder to see a rather extensive display of food. Still simple, though, nothing too extravagant, but it was clear he had put a lot of thought into everything. 

Most of his dishes were plastic (and heart-shaped) but you found that rather charming. He had made the same lunch your mom had made growing up, the one you had told him about just days before when he asked you what you’d be doing right now if you could be anywhere in the world. 

“Probably back home, but I’ve got rent to pay so I can’t travel for the Summer if it's longer than a day trip.” 

You remembered him looking so sad, like he was going to cry. The two of you were taking your lunch breaks together, as you did most days. You snacked while he drew horses with crayons on a napkin. He said he wasn’t hungry and that his head was hurting (probably because of the alcohol he’d ordered for the first time on your study date the night before). His cheek was squished, resting on his fist as he scribbled away, very focused. 

“What would you do at home?” 

“Have lunch with my mom at the kitchen table, soup and sandwiches. All the best things always happen at the kitchen table.” 

His face furrowed and scrunched as he put his whole heart into his drawing. His tongue even poked out a few times before he proudly showed it off to you. 

“My art teacher wants to put these in the gallery this weekend! She told me that my drawings perfectly capture the nostalgia of childhood, but I don’t know what those words mean.” 

You looked at him now, standing in front of you in his tiny little house, having prepared all of this just for you, remembering and holding on to everything you had passively told him. It was nearly maddening how kind he was – like you were just waiting for the other shoe to drop at any moment. There had to be a catch. There was no way this guy was real. 

He pulled a (baby blue) chair out, allowing you to sit first. You thanked him for putting all this work in, but he shrugged it off like it was nothing. It was like he was created just to serve the people around him. Even the girls at work that were mean to him – he’d pick up their shifts the second they didn’t feel like coming in and he spoke so highly of them, noting how they’d helped him to get the hang of his job. If only you could figure out this whole Barbie real-world thing, maybe you’d understand him a little better, but right now it all just seemed a little ridiculous – both the stories of his hometown and his chivalrous behavior. There was no way he was real. You’d pinch yourself to see if you’re dreaming, but that didn’t work the last twenty times, so really there’s no point. 

Seriously, though. What was his deal? You liked him so much – it just snuck up on you. You weren’t looking to be with anyone but you just couldn’t figure him out, and maybe you didn’t want to. Every guy you’d known had some bizarre at the least or toxic at the worst trait that came up eventually and you so desperately wanted him to be different. Now was as good a time as any to get it over with, rip the bandaid off, and be free of this false hope. 

“Hey, Ken…” 

“Hmm?” 

His mouth was full but he looked up at you immediately with a great intensity, like he was so concerned to make sure you were alright. His eyelashes fluttered as he blinked at you, waiting (literally) on the edge of his seat. The seats were too small for him. He kind of towered over most of the things in his house, actually. It was like this was a little dollhouse and he had barely begun to outgrow it. 

“What’s with all of the Barbie and Ken stuff?” 

He just looked at you, confused at your question. 

You sighed. 

“I mean, you always say Barbies and Kens instead of just saying women and men. And you always talk about how this… place, this world, is different from your own. I really like you and I’m really trying to understand it but I just don’t get it.” 

He blinked at you, brows furrowing as he nearly choked on his food and tried to gather some sort of answer that wouldn’t further confuse you. 

“You… you like me?” 

You realized what you had said just moments before. It came as a shock to the both of you. You did like him. You liked him so much it was starting to annoy you, actually. 

You nodded, frustrated, like you were searching for some sort of explanation that wouldn’t further confuse him. 

“I do, I like you a lot. I think about you all the time, you’re so silly I just love being around you, you’re ridiculously handsome it’s actually absurd, you’re so good at your job and so kind and you try so hard in school, I love your drawings, I love eating lunch with you, I just love… you. All of you” 

You watched as his lip quivered. He had been trying to hold it in all evening but he just couldn't anymore. 

“You like me?!” 

He bit down on the inside of his lip to stop the shaking. 

“I like you! And I’ve been wanting to tell you for so long but I’ve just never felt this way and… And I just feel like I never know what I’m doing. This place is so different than back home and I always want to take some initiative to show you how I feel but I’m just scared I’m going to bother you and that didn’t work back home and it’s so weird having my own house and–” 

He sighed, looking up at you. 

“This world – this place is so hard to live in.” 

You watched the look on his face. It’s the same face he makes when things get a little too overwhelming. You had seen it before, most recently after he walked right in to a sliding glass door, despreately trying to convince you that they just don’t have those where he’s from. Some things like that are just hard for him. 

You nodded, placing a hand on his. 

“This place is hard to live in. I’ve felt that way my whole life. Like I don’t really fit anywhere and everyone around me knows what they’re doing except me.” 

He nodded so desperately, like you were the first person to ever really understand him. 

“But… Ken, if this place is so hard to live in, why did you come here? And why did you stay?” 

“I came here to figure out why I did what I did.” 

There it was. He answered so quickly, like he had been waiting to tell you this since he met you. You knew it was coming sooner or later. There was no way he was as kind as he seemed, and he was about to tell you about some insane or horrible or creepy or despiciable thing he did to some poor girl before skipping town to ‘find himself’. You’d heard it all before. 

“I really liked this girl back home and she didn’t feel the same way. Not even like she didn’t like me, she just… it was like I was a bother to her, and I was. I waited for her to show up everywhere I’d go and I just wanted her to like me too, but not even romantically. Just like me, as a person, respect me, acknowledge me, validate me, reject me even. She didn’t even do that, she just…” 

He took a deep breath, steadying himself. Your jaw tightened, waiting to hear him say something he couldn’t ever take back. 

“Anyways… I didn’t mind that she didn’t like me, truly. I just hadn’t ever really thought about it before. Like we were meant to be together, but not in a good way – like it was planned and I couldn’t escape it. It was Barbie and Ken, there was no Just Ken.” 

Again, as bizarre as this whole Barbie and Ken thing was, his tone of voice was incredibly convincing. 

“But there is just Ken. I am Ken – and that’s it, that's good, but I didn’t know what that meant or who I was without spending my days just pining for her. After all that she came here to the real world and I wanted to as well. I didn’t come for her, I came for me. And I stayed for you.” 

He was crying now, tears slowly falling from his eyes, like he had been waiting for ages to find the words to explain all of this. 

“I mean… I came here to study. The first time I visited I learned about Patriarchy–” 

“The patriarchy.” 

“Right, the patriarchy, and I felt respected and seen, but I didn’t really get it. I tried to figure it out, I really did, but I couldn’t even do beach here and I kept getting arrested and I just... I just felt worse and worse so I…” 

His lower lip was really shaking now, like he had done something unforgivable. 

“I came home without Barbie and I let her get kidnapped by Mattel and I told all the Kens about what I saw and… and–” 

He was holding back actual sobs. 

“And I turned her dream house into a mojo dojo casa house for Kens only and I made Barbieland into Kendom Land Land of the Men and I made her listen to me play the guitar for, like, ever and ever and I just feel so bad about it all.” 

He took a shaky breath in, still clearly upset about everything. 

“But she was so nice to me about it when we finally talked. And then she came here, so I did too. I signed up for school so I could figure out why I did that and how to help other people realize what they’re feeling before they do something like that too. I know it was wrong and really mean, but I can also see that I was sad and I just liked her and I felt invisible and I didn’t even have a house.” 

He didn’t even have a house? 

“But now I do have a house! And I love learning about Beach and horses but what I really want is to do everything I can to help other people understand why this system doesn’t work, no matter who’s in charge. It didn’t work in Barbieland and it surely doesn’t work here either. It’s all ridiculous and it benefits no one, including those in power. It’s not fair, to guys or girls, to you, even. You can’t even go home during Summer because they barely pay you as much as they pay me just because you’re a girl, and I just started! You trained me! It’s absurd!” 

None of this was making any sense logically, but emotionally, all of it tracked. You felt the same way. You came here to understand the unhealthy behaviors in yourself and to try to help fix the system any way you could. 

“I love my house so much. I’m doing everything I can to figure out how I did something so crazy to all of the Barbies, but I won’t let it make me cynical or cold or mean anymore. I love being alive and even though people make fun of me for crying or blushing too much or asking stupid questions, I love being alive. I know it’s silly, but I love it, I love all of it. Every time you compliment me or help me with something or show me something new I just feel like I’m gonna explode. I don’t understand it, but I never even felt this way about Barbie – I don’t even know if I liked her, really, I think I was just programmed to act like it. I love seeing the older people that come in to work, they love each other so much and I just… I want that. That’s real and I want something real. I want more than a long-term long-distance low-commitment casual girlfriend bride-wife – I want what I see every day here. Like my friend Gloria and her groom-husband and everyone we see at work and at school. You know how people come into the diner every day – literally every day! – just to eat together? And hold hands? And look at each other for so long and just talk and laugh? I have no idea what that’s like, but I want to know so bad. I want to have that. And I want you to have that – even if it’s not with me! Even if you don’t feel the same way, you deserve a good groom-husband more than anyone I’ve ever met, it's absurd that no one is taking care of you!” 

He sighed, closing his eyes. 

“Sorry, what I’m, trying to say is, I just… I don’t understand it but all I want to do is spend time with you. I tried to ask some people at school what to do about... this feeling but their answers were so mean, like you were an object I was entitled to just take for myself. I tried to ask our coworkers but they told me you wouldn’t like me anyways and I believed them. I just… I don’t want to be... patriarchal about it and I have no idea what I’m doing.” 

A quiet fell over the place. You watched as little dust bunnies glittered around him. He had soup on his shirt. 

“Ken, I… I don’t know what to say.” 

You smiled, letting out a gentle laugh. He laughed too. You had been holding your breath at everything he was saying, a blush creeping over your ears. He was blushing too, mostly at himself for going off a little, but also at you. He could stare at you for hours. Most days he’s telling himself not to, straining his eyes away from you at work. His heart just ached when you spoke so kindly to customers or your coworkers or him. Gosh, when you spoke to him. He just melted every time, turning away from you as quickly as possible so you wouldn’t see him fall apart, just bashful. 

“I think you know exactly what you’re doing. And you’re damn good at it, too. If you’d asked me I’d say you’re the most experienced human I know.” 

Relief was painted on his face, a sense of calm falling over the two of you like a gentle, quiet snowfall. You really were the only one that understood him, but moreover, he was the only one that understood you. 

“I don’t know what I’m doing either, Ken. I don’t think anyone does. Everyone is just pretending, I promise. I watch the way those same couples spend their days just… existing together. It’s like they don’t have a care in the world when they’re next to each other and I feel that way when I’m with you. I also don’t know what I’m doing, but I can learn. We can learn. We can figure it out. And I don’t really understand the Barbies or Kens or Real World stuff you’re talking about most days, but that doesn’t mean you can’t show me.” 

He looked so simple, sat right in front of you, and you watched as he smiled – like all of a sudden he wasn’t so confused anymore. 

“Do you know how to roller-blade?” 

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#ken #<3 #kenergy #barbie #ken x reader #just ken

[differenteagletragedy]

With the idea about the MC (Baxter route) with bad parents, got a lot of feels imagining a scenario where maybe Baxter had no idea that they do. Maybe like him, MC is very cheery and just doesn't show when something is wrong because they want everyone else to not worry and have a good time.

He learns about it the day that he cuts contact with MC. It could even be that MC's parents were actually pleasantly surprised that MC got a "rich" boyfriend (not why MC dated him of course) and then things went south when they learned about the breakup.

Baxter hears/learns about it before he leaves and (definitely very impulsively) decides to just take MC with him, because he wouldn't be able to handle the guilt of leaving them with those kinds of parents. MC're 18 (legally an adult) so it can't be considered a kidnapping and MC goes willingly anyway ofc.

He also has zero plan for once but won't regret it.

Aww, thank you for this one! I want to bundle up MC with Bad Parents and love them forever <3

Baxter was usually always so careful, meticulously planning every move for the best possible outcome. He knew his own limits, he knew what he liked and what he didn't, and things may not have always worked out as well as he hoped, but he did always have a plan.

Except for this time.

He sat in his cushy first class seat on the plane back to Virginia, legs primly crossed and hands placed delicately in his lap, and looked over at you, curled up in the seat next to him, fast asleep.

Yes, this time things had veered wildly off track.

It all had happened very, very fast. He'd said his goodbyes, dropped the news that he wouldn't be keeping in touch at all once he left, and he'd had to maintain a cool disposition while you cried. He closed the door on you, literally and figuratively -- he remembered sinking to the floor once he'd gotten inside, but he didn't recall how long he'd stayed there.

While Baxter was sitting in the dark of his empty condo, feeling sorry for himself and trying desperately to make himself believe that he'd done the right thing, he heard the yelling begin. He couldn't make out everything, but he heard your name several times, and he could tell the noise was coming from your home.

Even though he didn't catch every word, he certainly caught the tone, and the familiarity sent him reeling. He'd been screamed at like this before by his own parents. The racket across the street brought back some of his worst memories, and it also made the guilt that was already simmering inside him rise to a boil.

Before he really knew what he was doing, he'd pulled his phone out of his pocket and opened the app for the airline he used. As the screams from your home brought up a visceral feeling of dread, he quickly hit a series of buttons, and soon he'd been able to purchase a second ticket for his flight. His fingers hesitated for a moment then, but then he heard your name cried out so much more brutally than he knew you'd ever deserved, and that spurred him on to take the last step.

"I'm leaving in three hours," he typed out in a text message. "I have an extra ticket if you would like to join me."

It didn't make sense -- even with as rashly as he'd acted, he knew that much. How would it look, for him to have been so detached at what he'd thought had been your final goodbye only for him to turn around so soon after and invite you to fly across the country with him? If you accepted, what would happen once you landed? If, as he assumed was much more likely, you refused, then he knew he'd tainted your memories of the summer even more than he already had, which didn't sit well with him either.

Before he could get too lost in thought, his phone vibrated in his hand. He looked down, and saw that you'd responded.

"Ok," you'd written.

He had his answer.

It had been a very eventful night, and Baxter was sure that he'd spend plenty of time thinking about it all in the days to come, but for now he was pulled out of his thoughts by a warm hand grasping onto his.

He looked over, and you were awake, a small smile on your face just for him.

With that, no matter what else happened, he knew he'd made the right decision.

#our life beginnings and always #baxter ward #our life #olba #our life baxter #olba baxter #baxter x mc #baxter x reader #baxter x you #baxter ward x reader #baxter ward x you #baxter ward x mc

[anthrofreshtodeath]

June prompts #8 please and thank you

Last one - let's do it! 8 is "discovering common interests" and this is merely shameless self-indulgence in one of my own pet interests.

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“I don’t mind hangin’ out,” Jane says hoarsely. She stands where she stood when she first opened her arms for Maura, just after Maura had opened the front door, letting Jane in as she cried. “You know I’ll hang out with you forever. But is this… did he do it in here?”

Maura dabs her eyes with a new tissue, pulling her light sweater closer to her body just to replace the feeling of Jane on her. “Do what…?” asks Maura even though she’s hesitant to answer. Jane couldn’t possibly mean…

“The leavin’,” clarifies Jane. She leans one hand on the granite of Maura’s kitchen island and puts the other thumb under her belt, right next to the buckle. She looks around, and zeroes in on another one of Angela’s pathologically labeled cabinets. She pushes away and walks toward the wine fridge. She lets the bottle ping on the counter, and props open the door that says stemware. She pulls out two glasses.

Maura sniffles, small and with a latent hiccup, but she goes to the drawer with the corkscrews and pulls out the one she’d normally use for this full-bodied red. “Yes, to answer your question,” she says. She wonders if Jane knows she’s picked an Italian wine to counter Ian’s quite pedestrian, working-class Californian from yesterday. “He stopped here to say goodbye before his flight.”

Jane knows nothing about wine, but every right decision Jane makes is instinctual. Just like the decision to tug on her tight purple tee. She adjusts it until it spreads just right against her abdomen, long and toned and now visible in outline. “Thought so,” she tells Maura. She pours the wine once Maura opens it, and carries both glasses to the front hallway. 

Maura smiles, tired, confused, but happy to simply have Jane around. “He often doesn’t say goodbye at all. Which is why I… why I think I’ll never see him again.” And just like that, the tears return, unshed, but welling.

Jane nods. She provides Maura with some silence - cry if you need to, I’m not here to make you forget. Maura doesn’t crumble, even if she falters a little bit, and Jane nods in the direction of the staircase. “Change of scenery? It’s probably for the best,” she says.

Maura’s eyebrow curls up. “The bedroom?” she asks, intrigued. 

Jane blushes. “I’m not that kinda girl, Doctor Isles,” she replies. “At least, not while someone’s just had their heart stomped on. I was thinkin’ the library. There’s a sofa in there.”

Now it is Maura’s turn to blush. “Of course. That actually sounds wonderful,” she says. 

Jane waits, as Jane always does, for Maura to walk ahead, so that Jane can watch her back, even in Maura’s own home. Maura looks so diminutive when she shuffles on her bare feet back to the stairs; Jane wants to use her entire body to swallow Maura up again. She settles for pressing her front against Maura’s back when Maura pauses at the first step. It’s dark, but a dim light bleeds down from the second floor at the end of the hall. “What’s up?” Jane breathes, rather than asks, right into the crown of Maura’s hair. 

“My… I need to know that you really don’t want to go to the bedroom. Because it isn’t… well. The bed isn’t made,” Maura whispers.

“Climb the stairs, Maura. The books are waiting,” snarks Jane. She hears what Maura isn’t saying, and though it irks her, the implication, she holds one of the glasses of wine by the rim, fingers spread against the lip of it, and puts it in front of Maura’s chest. A gesture of goodwill. Of love. 

Maura takes the alcohol and obeys, coordinated enough to sip and climb at the same time. She takes the first left, and finds the light switch from memory. “Do you want a blanket?” she asks Jane.

“Let me handle it,” Jane says. She pulls the biggest blanket from the basket at the end of the sofa, smaller than the one in Maura’s living room, but a fluffier, cozier. She kicks off her boots, sits down, drapes the blanket over her knees, and then holds it open, eyeing Maura over.

Maura sighs. The emotion ripples over her face again, and she begins to cry when she finally collapses against Jane, has Jane wrap an arm around her while she curls close. Only minutes since their last embrace and she is starved for it. She sobs softly, almost silently, when Jane settles into the cushions and lets Maura snake arms around Jane’s torso. “I’m sorry,” Maura hiccups when she can.

“For what? Doesn’t seem like you were the one who did anything wrong,” Jane asserts. She looks ahead, and not at Maura, just to give her a little dignity. Maura thrives on dignity. “Who leaves you?”

“Not you,” Maura says quietly, tucked like a child into Jane’s side. The fit is heavy. It feels good. 

Jane is quiet for five long minutes. She sips slowly, occasionally, and eventually, Maura sits back up and joins her, pulling her glass from the small coffee table. They are still snuggled close, but now both upright and drinking. Jane studies the titles across from her along the wall-to-wall bookshelves until she gasps. “No way,” she exclaims softly.

Maura perks up. “What?” she presses.

“Snow - my favorite is the Franklin,” Jane points. She doesn’t get up, because neither of them seem to want that. 

“Storms and Shipwrecks of New England?” Maura asks. Her hand goes to the skin of Jane’s chest and she presses as she pulls back to stare with incredulity. “Really?”

“Don’t act so shocked,” Jane grumbles. 

“It’s just… you hate going out on boats,” Maura tries to save herself, but her chuckle betrays her. “Edward Rowe Snow - really?” 

“When I was a kid, I read that book cover to cover at least ten times,” Jane explains. 

Maura’s jaw drops. “Me too,” she confesses. “Of course you would like the story about cannibalism. The saddest was ‘The Wreck of the General Arnold.’”

“Yeah, not great,” Jane says. She pauses, thinking. Then she taps Maura's shoulder. “Let’s go to the Cape this summer.”

“You hate the Cape,” Maura responds. “You hate how crowded it gets.”

“But…. they have that pirate museum for the Whydah in Yarmouth,” Jane says. “I think we’d have fun. And we’ll beat the crowds if we go in the middle of June.”

Maura considers, and then she snuggles back into her previous position. “It would be fun,” she concurs. “Jane?”

“And yeah there was cannibalism, but the moral of the story is never give up - because those two sailors braved the rough seas and even though they perished, the stranded men got saved because of them,” Jane continues on her previous train of thought, voice soft and deep like how it gets just before she sleeps.

“Jane,” Maura tries again, more firmly this time.

“Huh? Yeah,” Jane hears her, takes another sip of wine. 

“You won’t leave me, right? You’re here to stay?” Maura asks.

Jane shakes her head. “You remember when we took out Marino-”

“When you took out Marino.”

“When we took out Marino, and I was layin’ there, guts, uh, guts spillin’ out?”

“God,” Maura starts to cry again, “how could I forget? Why would you bring that up?”

“Because you put ‘em back in. You didn’t leave. You braved rough seas, had me all over your hands. And that had to be some of the scariest shit you’d ever seen,” Jane says. She takes confidence in this truth. For all the genocide and war Maura has seen, the malaria and the trauma, holding Jane’s insides to keep them from coming outside? Maura hasn’t ever been the same. Not worse, not smaller, but changed. “But you stayed. So you can trust that I’m gonna stay, too. To the bitter end. But not just then, you know? During all the good parts, too. Like the Whydah museum parts. And like the ‘when I eventually say yeah let’s go to the bedroom’ parts.”

“Do you… do you think you’ll say that?” Maura blinks, forces Jane to look at her.

Jane furrows her brow, purses her lips. But then she says, “I think it’s gonna need a deep clean first.”

Maura knows this means more than the words Jane has used, that the sentiment runs deeper, but she can’t help it. “I’ll get Anita here on Monday,” she promises with a deadpan.

Jane cracks a smirk. “Might need CSRU instead,” she jokes. “Take it easy tonight, though, yeah? Nice and slow. Why don’t I grab ol’ Snow off the shelf and read us a few chapters? We can do some of my favorites and some of yours.”

“That… sounds wonderful,” Maura breathes for the second time tonight.  “You got it,” says Jane, getting up and crossing over to the array of titles across from them. They’re definitely reading about the Franklin first.

#otp prompts june 2023 #rizzoli and isles #and that's a wrap for june's prompts #I really should get started on a real story now #also playing within the canon of this episode never gets old #you could go raunchy fluffy angsty #and it all fits #might go rewatch actually

[latenightsundayblues]

TYSM @kryypt1c 4 tagging me to answer these questions im honored😭😭😭 really hope im doin this right n not embarrassing myself....

1. Are you named after anyone? Not an actual person, but my ma wanted to name me after a really famous shoe store here in my country. My dad wanted something more unique, and his solution was to switch out the 'a' at the end with an 'e'. So I guess it all started with feet in a way

2. When was the last time you cried? Rewatching the ending of Cinema Paradiso on Youtube yesterday. Like just the clipped ending literally nothing else. Its a REALLY GOOD MOVIE okay

3. Do you have kids? Reading this question made me shudder quite violently. Thankfully no

4. What sports do you play/have you played? I was such a little bitch as a kid I didn't want any activities that could get me hurt😭😭 only thing i ever did was ballet for a short while

5. Do you use sarcasm? I feel I'm above regular sarcasm in a way. I'm on some sort of infuriating post-ironic type of shit even I can't properly diagnose

6. What is the first thing you notice about someone? Prob their mood. I've always been sorta sensitive as to what people's first impressions of me are so I just zero in on whether or not the way they're looking at me means they like me or want to bash my head in with a slab of concrete

7. What is your eye color? Plain brown yawnnn

8. Scary movies or happy endings? Why can't we have both? Why not add a little bit more of Insidious or Nope to your life?

9. Any talents? Erm. Ughaghhh..... Ummm.... Drawign. ?

10. Where were you born? Brazil baybeee

11. Any hobbies? Do nice little walks around parks on sunny days count at all🥹

12. Do you have any pets? Nala my beautiful ungrateful little bitch of a cat

13. How tall are you? Honestly i dont even know😭 I don't keep track of that shit so I'd need to measure myself again, but last time I checked I think i was like 159 cm or smth

14. Favorite subject in school? English bc I've always been the best at it lmfao

15. What's your dream job? Those really boring ambiguous jobs middle class fathers in american movies have where they work with boxy computers inside grey little cubicles and hang out at the water cooler to make small talk during breaks. I want that for me

@goofalicousgooberface @hydehecticbastard so srry for calling u guys to every little game i get tagged in I'm not familiar with anyone else😭😭 no pressure

#these things r so fun i love yapping endlessly abt unimportant shit #got worried it was gonna end up too long while i was writing this. Stopped for a period of 4 seconds before not giving a shit and continuing #brother once you get me to start i will NOT stop. “what dat mouth do”? this isn't a mouth it's that bitch pandora's fucking box

[genderfluid-druid]

15 Questions Game

Taggedy by @captaincravatthecapricious

1. Were you named after anybody?

My grandma, kind of? My middle name anyway, which is the one I use. My first name, which I do not use, Came To My Mother in a Dream, so.

2. When was the last time you cried?

I’m getting better about this, so the answer is no longer “on the highway seven years ago”. I think I kinda hunched over and made guttural noises because the world was too much for a moment a couple days ago.

3. Do you have kids?

That is so incredibly not in the cards.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Would I do that?

5. What sports do you play/have played?

If I had played sports at some point maybe I would’ve been a little less *gestures at everything* but no, the closest I got was Renaissance Fencing Club (we weren’t allowed to call it Fight Club but it was the Swing Bamboo Sticks at Each Other club).

6. What's the first thing you notice about someone?

Usually that they are talking to me because god. god. I am so spacey.

7. Eye color?

Greenish.

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

Why not both? But no I am a sucker for a happy ending.

9. Any special talents?

I can debug really unintuitive Python and PHP errors, and sometimes Javascript, especially if it’s a type issue. (It’s usually a type issue.) I can recite Galadriel’s Lament in Lothlorien from memory, in Elvish. I seem to be developing a bit of a green thumb? Oh! I can re-finish a wood floor!

10. Where were you born?

Not in Michigan.

11. What are your hobbies?

House plants, making chainmaille fidget toys, making art for friends, writing for friends, reading with friends, bothering the cat, cooking I guess.

12. Do you have any pets?

At no point in my life, except in the college dorms, have I lived without a cat. King Chonk is my current orange beast.

13. How tall are you?

I swear I used to be 5’8 but I guess I slouch now because the doctor’s office is consistently measuring 5’7 💀

14. Favorite subject in school?

Whichever class I was in at the moment tbh. Except history, I never got the hang of history.

15. Dream job?

God I really enjoyed transcribing when I did that for a bit, if only the income was remotely livable. I also love doing image descriptions. I just like taking things from one format and putting them in another format. The problem is I end up hating any passion project once I have to do it for money / to someone else’s demands, so “dream job” isn’t something I really think about.

Zero pressure tags @neosatsuma @lichfucker @somfte @keplercryptids

#tag game

[bisamwilson]

15 questions, 15 friends

tagged by @roguecassians! thanks maggie :)

are you named after anyone?

i am not, but my middle name was inspired by brooklyn on general hospital (not brooklyn, but close-ish)

when was the last time you cried?

thursday night bc margaret and i rewatched two towers and sam's speech never fails to make me bawl like a baby

do you have kids?

i do not, nor do i plan to! i do have two very cute nephews tho

what sports do you play/have played?

lmao. i was a dancer as a kid/younger teen (stopped when i was 15 bc of the pre arthritis in my ankle) but other than that in high school i lettered in the great sports of academic team and orchestra lmao

do you use sarcasm?

probably too much

what is the first thing you notice about people?

this is probably gonna sound weird, but their teeth? i tend to zero in on people's smiles and their teeth bc i love the different ways that people smile! i think there's so much personality hidden in a person's smile so it's what i tend to latch onto first

what is your eye color?

blue!

scary movies or happy endings?

definitely happy endings! it's the life of a hopeless romantic who doesn't believe in love to fall for every cheesy rom com i can find

any talents?

i am very good at balancing things on my head! when i was a kid my mama made me walk up and down the stairs multiple times in heels with a bible on my head without it falling off before i was allowed to wear the little wedges i wanted to my fifth grade graduation ceremony and now i've just got a knack for balancing stuff on my head. someone once put a connect four board flat on top of it while i was sitting down and stacked all of the chips in a column on top of each other one by one on my head and i held it for like five minutes

i'm also a half decent writer when i actually write i guess

where were you born?

kentucky! bluegrass girlie

what are your hobbies?

i watch a lot of movies and go to the movie theater a ton! i haven't gone a bunch this month bc i was finishing up my oscars a thon but generally i go to the movies 3-6 times a month probably? if not more?

do you have any pets?

my beautiful rat who is not actually a rat but a 15.5 year old chihuahua who definitely served in the infantry in world war one and has zero thoughts in her head. i love her <3

how tall are you?

5'4! but i seem shorter bc my proportions are wacky

favorite subject in school?

high school? math (especially ap stats) for sure with latin as a close second. in college my favorite class was called star wars and religion and my second favorite class was and economic introduction to game theory

dream job?

a job that i enjoy and keeps me satisfied intellectually where there's a good work culture and work/life balance that allows me to like. take care of my needs and wants and be comfortable enough in life, which is what i have! i'm not want to want a specific generally unattainable career, i just like. want something to keep me fulfilled and financially stable yk?

i never actually tag the number of people i'm supposed to but no pressure tagging @firstelevens @logicheartsoul @writerkenna @apatheticjoy @livingincolorsagain and @thatmexisaurusrex

#this was fun! #tag game #long post #posts about mak

[gunsli-01]

I was tagged at @qrevo in this tag game. Thanks for the tag! Anyone else who wants to do it can. I am gonna tag a few people to pay it forward but no one has to do it. @apatchworkstar, @peccadrome, @givemeanaccountalready, @genderqueer-miharu, @doctorbunny, @siverfanweedo.

1. Are you named after anyone?

Yeah my middle name is my grandma's first name and the first letter of my first name refers back to my father. It's the same with his last three kids.

2. When was the last time you cried?

This week and I will cry again. It's allergy season and on top of that I have spring seasonal affective disorder. So, that's here until like summer.

3. Do you have kids?

Nope and right now I don't have any plans to.

4. What sports do you play/have you played?

I've never played a sport. I was told that I was in ballet when I was way younger. Because my mom signed me and my sister up for it but I don't really remember it. if we're speaking casually I played all the ones you'd find in a regular american high school gym class. Basketball, dodgeball, jumprope etc.

5. Do you use sarcasm?

Yes, but it's very extragerated instead of catty which people say takes the bite away from it. I tend to be sarcastic for fun unless really ticked off.

6. What's the first thing you notice about someone?

Their facial features be it their hair eyes or something else.

7. Eye color?

Brown.

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

I'm a fan of scary movies mostly psychological horror or horror comedies.

9. Any talents?

Writing. Though people also say I'm a good listener and give good advice to the point I've been getting prompted into going back to college for psychology. The thing my family did not want me to do when I did want to do it~

10. Where were you born?

The US state of Michigan. Been here my whole life. It's pretty decent and the people tend to be personable and interesting in various ways. However, it can be very stereotypically American out here. My sister came into town with her bf who'd never been to the midwest and he was stunned at how talkative the everyday person is here. It was funny to hear that sort of culture shock actually exists. Plus when I visited London it wasn't much different in atmosphere. So, I was pretty comfortable. The people did keep to themselves more though.

11. Hobbies?

I'm slowly getting back into enjoying writing original stuff. I've been doing it since I was ten. My first longest hobby is music appreciation if that counts which i've been doing since earlier than that. I tend to like listening to all sorts of music there's this good graphic novel on it I saw at the library a while back too.

Oh and i like video games too. I tend to play roguelikes and rhythm games a lot.

12. Any pets?

I have two cats. Angel who is going on fourteen and Luco who I adopted last year and is going on two.

13. Height?

I'm around five feet and four inches. Though I haven't gotten it measssure in a while.

14. Favorite school subject?

Science mostly the parts focusing on biology and medicine. I really enjoyed it in high school and when I was in college.

15. Dream job?

My dream job and life plan was to be a school psychologist and a writer under a pseudonym. However, writers have become a sort of influencer these days and I literally have zero interest in that sort of attention.

The school psychiatrist thing was burst by the college I was going to literally being too expensive for me. Made funnier by the fact I was going to a community one that mysteriously lost my grant mid semester. Putting me in a pay us this pile of money you don't have or leave situation. I had all A's at the time. Ha, ha... So, I'm at a I don't even want to bother anymore point honestly. Also schools are unsurprisingly dangerous in the states and pay staff very little. So it's more risk than reward.

#gunsli rambles

[i-keepmyideals]

Akira Toriyama

My first anime were Pokemon, Sailor Moon, Yu-Gi-Oh, Inuyasha and Dragon Ball Z. They were all on air at the same time when I was really little. The first time I saw DBZ was when I was like, five years old. I had just come home from my morning kindergarten class and my older sister was in like 4th grad at that point, so I was home alone with my dad for most of the school day, I would sit at the living room table and turn to Cartoon Network. Toonami used to come on in the afternoons and I think this might have been a marathon. The first episode of Dragon Ball Z I saw as the second episode when Raditz had touch down on earth. I was so into this man with crazy big hair fighting this guy in a orange jump suit and a green alien. It was fast paced and fun. After that, I was hooked. My sister didn't really care for anime other than Sailor Moon, so she wouldn't play fight with me, but I didn't care much. I'd just watch TV and pretend to be fighting with Goku

I'm from a small village of about 3,000 people. I'm black and there were other black families, white families, Hispanic families, I think my sister had a Japanese friend at some point. It was a very mixed community and everyone was welcome and everyone had their quirks. I was the only person that really watched anime, but I didn't feel ostracized. That is, until we moved to the south side of Chicago where it was, like, a 99% black community and people weren't so open minded. And the kids were mean in a way I wasn't used to. It was hard growing up as a black girl that liked anime. It's still kinda hard now in some places, but I held on to my favorite anime and they helped me make the right handful of friends.

I remember watching Resurrection F and getting so excited for Dragon Ball again. I remember being really little and my dad buying VHS tapes because they were Dragon Ball Z and I'd really want them. At that time we didn't know that the VHS tapes were waaaaaayyyy ahead of the US airing of the show so I was confused when one tape was somewhere in the Cell Saga and the androids were there lmao I remember not being super into Super, ironically. I remember laughing at 2AM with my friend like a year or two ago when I found out there were characters named Granola and the Heeters and losing our shit about it. I'm looking forward to Daima and I really want to play Sparking Zero when it comes out. I saw an article a week ago where Toriyama was talking about how excited he was to be working on some projects.

And then last night about ten minutes after I came in from work, another friend on discord told us Akira Toriyama passed away. And I was in disbelief, cuz ain't no way he died. He has so much going on and was looking forward to. And I think that's what made me cry after a while last night. He was so excited, so happy and so in love with what he did. Thinking about how he won't be able to work on these things anymore and see them come to fruition made me so sad. I was sad for his family for losing a loved one so suddenly and keeping that to themselves and grieving for a week before sharing it with the public. And then finally, I cried for that huge chunk of my life that was shaped by Akira Toriyama.

He didn't just make an anime or a cartoon, he made childhoods. He was an inspiration. So many mangaka we have today were influenced by him. Oda, my favorite manga and anime creator Kubo, Kishimoto. the creators of the big three, all point to Toriyama as their biggest inspiration. Without Toriyama, the world of anime would look very different. A lot of out lives would be very different. He is the reason why a lot of us began to draw, or learn Japanese, or get into making music. Yeah, we might not have known him personally, but he still touched our lives in some way, whether you are a Dragon Ball fan or a Chrono Trigger fan, or something else in between.

So, don't feel embarrassed or silly for mourning the death of a technical stranger. He did a lot for the medium and a lot for us fans. It's only natural to feel saddened when someone like that passes away. Same for when Kazuki Takahashi passed or Stan Lee. Yeah, I might have clowned Dragon Ball Super, but it didn't really matter. Toriyama was doing another victory lap at that point. He truly did it all. He did so much work that I think I can really say rest easy and in peace.

Thank you Akira Toriyama for creating a safe space for me when times were tough I faced really harsh bullies. When things were really looking down, I could think of Goku's goofy smile and turn on an episdoe of Dragon Ball Z and feel a little better. Thank you for being such an inspiration to myself and other creators I look up to. Thank you for working so hard, you did amazing work.

#akira toriyama #dragon ball z #dbz #dragon ball #cha-la head-cha-la #god legit think im gonna cry again lmao #frfr gonna binge dragon ball z today #and i'm STILL gonna scream about granola and the heeters being some of the funniest fucking names in dragon ball history

[imwritesometimes]

I was tagged by @softasawhisper 💜💜 thank you🥰

Are you named after anyone: nope

When was the last time you cried: last night but it wasn't really sad I just saw a clip that made me think of my late cousin and I kinda lost it for a sec

Do you have kids: no

Do you use sarcasm a lot: I have a PHD in sarcasm

What’s the first thing you notice about people: their vibe, their sense of humor, like if we're gonna be simpatico in any way or not

What’s your eye colour: green

Scary movies or happy endings: I personally don't care for scary movies, my anxiety is already bad enough and every time I've tried to watch them it makes it worse so I avoid for my own well-being. I don't necessarily think all movies need happy endings but, between the two... lol happy endings 🤷‍♀️

Any special talents: I can bake pretty damn good! and cook! I think I'm a decent writer :)

What are your hobbies: baking, writing, video games,

Have any pets: 2 cats 🥰

What sports do you play/have played: I am not athletic myself lol I'm more of a spectator

How tall are you: 5'2

Favourite subject in school: english and history and all the legal classes I took

Dream job: standard dreams - writer or lawyer. out there dreams - I'd have my own ridiculous luxury cat treats/food/toys/beds line

First ship: god I don't really ever have a good answer for this. I had stuff I ~shipped~ forever before I knew about fic and fandom and so on. like I was a very late comer to fic and everything else. probably a bʉffy ship or like ellıot/olıvıa on svʉ

Three ships: DinCobb - Marchly - Donolinc

Last (or current) song: Just A Girl - No Doubt lol yesterday in the car

Last movie: I want to say it was Gladiator or Raiders of the Lost Arc I can't remember I haven't actually sat down and watched a movie in a couple weeks but I know I watched part of one of those before work recently

Currently reading: nothing

Currently watching: local news cause today got a lil crazy. series wise... just Mąndo and rewatching og ląw & order I guess

Currently consuming: white chocolate macadamia nut cookie

Currently craving: the ability to get over the hurdle I've encountered with my wip I'm not writing....

zero pressure tags: @ponerine @readbythestarlight @eachlittlebird @novemberhush @snikt-snack @capskat26 and anyone who'd like to give it a shot 💚

#fun stuff!!

[rubyleaf]

Went through my blog again for the funsies and discovered an old, old tag game from 2016. And boy, am I shaking my head at it. Not only is 17-year-old me hilariously and stubbornly convinced she's straight, she's also very self-deprecating and generally not in a good place.

So I thought: why not answer these questions again, over seven years later, just to see how things have changed?

So here goes. The update.

MOST RECENT:

Drink: Water! I have a glass next to me right now and I'm staying nice and hydrated :) Phone call: Mom, earlier this afternoon, to make sure I'm still healthy and haven't died from acute Moved Out And Living Unsupervised Disease. Shockingly, I'm alive and well. Text: Dad, joking about the Berlin lioness boar thing. I still refuse to believe it was a boar BTW. I don't know what it was, but those pictures do NOT look like a boar.

Song you listened to: Saosin – "You're Not Alone" Time you cried: You know, I genuinely don't remember. Might've been weeks ago. I barely cry anymore these days, except from laughter or the occasional tearing up over a heartwarming scene in a show.

Dated someone twice: No, and unless the circumstances were very special, I wouldn't. If the ship has sailed, it has sailed for a reason. Been cheated on: Single, thriving, in my lane, cannot be cheated on if I don't have a partner. Peace and love on Planet Earth. Lost someone special: Lost touch with many friends over the years. Staying in touch is still hard. But honestly, some of them turned out to not be that special after all in the first place and a lot have stayed too, so really, it's fine. Been depressed: Nah. Been drunk and thrown up: Still don't like alcohol, still don't drink ✌️ Your three favourite colours: Purple! And pink, and the third one…maybe red!

IN THE LAST YEAR, HAVE YOU:

Made a new friend: So many. So so many. Fallen out of love: Yep! Laughed until you cried: Just this week alone! Met someone who changed you: I think so! Found out who your true friends are: Yes. And to the people who turned out not to be—thanks for making it easier to watch you leave right now. Found out someone’s talking about you: In the "bringing up my existence" way? Yes. Badly? No—someone probably did, but not my problem.

EXTRAS

How many people from your fb list do you know irl: What Facebook? Do you have any pets: Not at the moment. Hard to keep any in a dorm room. I'd like to maybe get a small dog someday though! Do you want to change your name: Not anymore. When I was little I used to hate my name because everyone kept misspelling or mispronouncing it, but now I like it even if people still get it wrong all the time. Sometimes it still feels weird and othering, in an irrational sort of way, but I can't imagine myself being called anything else. What did you do for your last birthday: Had drinks with some people from my orientation group in one guy's dorm apartment. Casually came out as bi over a game of Never Have I Ever. Wound up at a party even though I had an 8:30 AM class the next morning. Zero regrets. What were you doing last night at midnight? Sitting on my bed and hitting play on the brand-new Meet Me @ the Altar song that dropped last night!!! Name something you can’t wait for: MM@TA EU tour in October! I've been obsessed with them for two years and finally they come here to play some shows and the first time I saw the announcement I legit busted a lip in my excitement. Unfortunately not a hyperbole.

Last time you saw your mum: Last time I visited home—early May I think? What is one thing you wish you could change about your life: Better executive functions so I struggle less with getting stuff done, especially uni stuff and household chores. Currently trying to do something about that, actually! If I'm really lucky I might get an ADHD diagnosis in the foreseeable future and maybe meds…? What are you listening to rn: Fall Out Boy – "We Didn't Start the Fire" Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: Often. It's quite a common name where I live! What’s getting on your nerves rn: One word: THESIS. Which I for some reason struggle to do anything about. Blood type: Still unknown! Nickname: Several shorter forms of my civilian name. On here, Ruby. Zodiac Sign: Aquarius Pronouns: she/her Favourite tv show: At the moment: ATLA (and Legend of Korra), Ted Lasso, Good Omens. Probably more I'm forgetting. High school: Graduated in 2016! College: In my Masters! I have an undergraduate degree in law now :D Long or short hair: Long, down to my hips. I used to have short hair as a kid, but I’ve always wanted long hair. Height: 159 cm or 5′2.5′’. Do you have a crush on someone: I try to tell myself that no, I'm just very fond of the person. Platonically. What do you like about yourself: I'm creative and adaptable! I'm good at winging it when the situation requires it, and I usually get things figured out one way or another. I'm a hype woman for my friends, and I like the way I can find joy and excitement in all corners of life. Also, not to toot my own horn but I'm really proud of my style right now! Right or left handed: Right-handed. First surgery: None. Piercing: None. First best friend: Probably Rebecca, in first grade. It’s a shame I moved away, I wonder what she’s doing now. First sport you joined: Ballet, when I was five or six. Kept doing it until early fifth grade, then changed to horseback riding. First vacation: Probably to my grandparents’ vacation home somewhere at the North Sea. Don’t remember a thing though, I was one or something.

RIGHT NOW:

Eating: Nothing. Drinking: Water, still! I’m about to: Hopefully write a bit more for the mystery project 👀 Listening to: Meet Me @ the Altar – "Give It Up"

WANT:

Kids: Yes, eventually. I'd like a stable partner first (although if push comes to shove I wouldn't mind raising my kids solo), and most importantly I'd like to be my own person for a couple of years and not be bound by duty to everyone else. Travel, explore the world and myself, get all that out of my system so I can truly go into motherhood with no regrets. Get married: Yes, if I find the right person to do it with. Career: Study law and work for the EU or an NGO.

WHICH IS BETTER:

Lips or eyes: Eyes. I don't pay much attention to lips outside of someone having a cute smile! Hugs or kisses: Kisses are nice, but I still prefer hugs! Taller or shorter: IDGAF. I still love my tall lanky noodle men, but I'm not picky. With women, even less so. Girl is taller than me? Awesome, great for being held. Shorter than me? CUTE. Older or younger: Around my age, rest doesn't matter. I'm at an age where anything between 20-30 is fair game, but any younger or older and it gets creepy. Romantic or spontaneous: A mixture of both. Nice stomach or nice arms: If the person is nice, their body will be nice too. It's an automatic process. I don't make the rules. Sensitive or loud: A combination of both! Troublemaker or hesitant: Secret third thing where they're chaotic but also too shy to really make a move.

HAVE YOU EVER

Kissed a stranger: Does "someone I talked to all evening but didn't know before that and didn't meet again afterwards" count? Drank liquor: Tried a bit, same as everybody. Found it nasty. Didn't try again. Lost glasses/contacts: Don't have any to lose. (Given the way I've been treating my eyes: yet?) Had sex on the first date: I'm asexual and I refuse. Broke someone’s heart: Yes, and let's leave it at that. Turned someone down: I'm a woman existing in public. Having to turn down random men is a recurring part of my experience. Cried when someone died: Not really—I seem to shut down and go blank more than anything else. I used to feel guilty about it, but now I've learned that everyone processes grief and loss differently and it doesn't mean I care less. Fallen for a friend: Yes, repeatedly, it has yet to end well, and it will probably happen again.

DO YOU BELIEVE IN

Yourself: Mostly yes. There are some things I need help with before I can unlock my full potential, but one thing I've learned is that I always manage in the end. And once I get proper help, I have no doubt I'll be just fine. Miracles: I don't like to rely on them, but I do believe that unlikely good things can and do happen. Love at first sight: Not for myself, I need to get to know a person before I fall for them. I do believe in attraction at first sight though. Heaven: It's a nice thought, but whether or not it exists doesn't matter to me. Our task in life is the same regardless: try to be kind and treat others well and hopefully leave the world a slightly better place. Santa Claus: No, and never really have. My parents never claimed he was real; my Christmas presents always came from the family that visited on Christmas Eve. Kissing on a first date: Did it once, it was okay. I think it's one of those "take it or leave it" things—if the chemistry is right, sure, go for it, but it's definitely not for everyone in every situation.

#warning: VERY long post behind the cut #but also: healing! improvement! look at her; she's okay now! #(mostly—getting there) #personal #I'm just sayin'

[ufleila]

hello everybody!! you can call me ellie, and i’m the mun behind leila here! i’ll be at work during acceptances (cries) so this post is queued, but i figured i’d go ahead and introduce myself and leila as well as put down a few initial plot ideas! i’m super excited to be joining, and i’d love to plot with anyone and everyone! a couple of the plots below will have to do with the locations i’ll be submitting to be added to the page at some point tomorrow or this weekend, so if you’d like more info about them before then let me know! if you want to plot, please feel free to like this post and i’ll pop into your dms so we can brainstorm!!

a bit about leila:

she’s the second child of the former margrave of one of the former territories of etlia (astelle, now called calusia.) she fought on the front lines alongside her family in about the last 4-5 years of the war. 

her parents were killed while protecting her in one of the last battles of the war, and leila barely escaped with her life. she basically limped her way around dromare and finally made her way across the river to ganggyn, where she settled under the care of a kind innkeeper on the northern edge of seodal

that innkeeper, cirenne, was a dark mage, and helped leila realize she actually has a bit of an affinity for dark magic, though her class is still archer (for now)

once she had enough savings built up (within the last few months, probably) she set off east, sticking to ganggyn territory for as long as she could until she reached noyillai

since then, she’s mostly been a mercenary or hunter for hire as she gathers information about sarlimar’s school of sorcery as well as the current state of what used to be etlia

her eventual goal is to help organize a rebellion to free etlia from gleerium’s control, but frankly she has zero clue how to do this and is pretty much flying by the seat of her pants. this goal is also a secret -- as of now she hasn’t told anyone about her eventual plans, since she doesn’t want to make herself into a target

some plot ideas!

anyone from etlia! were you a noble? a solider? a commoner? you’ve probably at least heard of leila’s family, and if you lived in astelle you may have even known her personally! she wants to reconnect with fellow etlians really bad tbh, she still feels a responsibility towards them as a leader (even if she never took the title of margrave, she’s always been trained for it since she was second in line)

fellow mercenaries/hunters/soldiers -- maybe you were on a job together and hit it off, or maybe you just kept butting heads -- leila can be pretty stubborn sometimes. maybe you and leila were on jobs that directly opposed each other; one of you could’ve been hired to protect someone while the other was hired to kill them, etc. or you could just be rivals in any other sense!

students at lotus academy or others who are based in noyillai -- leila moves between noyillai, podakko, and zoratori a lot, but she probably ends up in noyillai the most often, since it usually has the most news about what’s happening in the west. 

anyone from gleerium or who sympathizes with them -- she honestly will probably hate you on sight. that could be a very cool dynamic to work with!! maybe she actually likes you at first and then finds out you’re from gleerium and does an about-face and suddenly hates you and doesn’t trust you. she doesn’t advertise her etlian heritage to anyone except other etlians, so you may not even know Why she suddenly doesn’t like you. there’s all kinds of potential there!

if you lived in seodal/northwestern ganggyn near the end of the war, maybe you knew the innkeeper who took leila in? the innkeeper herself will be an npc, but the inn will be an open location so anyone could have been a regular patron or employee there, or just someone who lived nearby at the time and witnessed leila show up as a refugee and possibly watched as she slowly started to recover from the trauma of the war.

if none of these strike your fancy then i’m definitely open to brainstorming anything, as well!

wanted connections -- these would require a whole new character to be built from the ground up based on what i have written for leila’s backstory, but i’ve kept most things flexible and am willing to work with anyone who’s interested!

leila’s older brother - i have a lot written about him already, but any or all of it can be changed for the sake of your muse. she definitely thinks he’s dead, so i would LOVE to have someone join as him so we can write about their reunion and everything!

the current duke of calusia - this is the person who’s taken over leila’s homeland, who now lives in her childhood home, and who has “stolen” (in her mind) her father’s lance, which is an heirloom passed down in her family for generations. needless to say, leila despises this person. would definitely be cool to have in the rp!

#;intro #;ooc #;queued #[ wish i could be here for my acceptance but i'll be on later tonight and tomorrow!! ]

[ophelia-jones]

Sofie Timmins had been hunting for nearly 20 years; hunting witches specifically. Although dealing with witches, she had come across most other supernatural beings. She'd learned how to deal with them, and done so efficiently. She was no novice hunter. Yet, as much as she knew about witches, they were tricky and deceptive by nature and hard to predict. She no longer let herself believe she had seen it all - complacency was a good way to get hexed or dead. One of the unfortunate things about surviving as a hunter for decades was that each year, each kill put a bigger target on your head.  She could only hope that if death snuck up on her, she didn't see it coming.

She was staying at an old motel on the outskirts of town, away from the lake but close to the incident she was investigating. She was dreaming of old friends she'd made over the years - making friends of other hunters was hard in and of itself, and keeping them was harder. Everyone was always on the road. Some hunters paired up, which helped. Sofie had teamed up with other hunters, sometimes in pairs and sometimes in whole groups. She had done so over the years, but never for long. 

At the moment she was tracking strange phenomena which led her to believe a very powerful witch was active in northern Michigan, her home state. She found herself in the Upper Peninsula in a pretty little tourist town on the coast of Lake Superior - a lake the size of a sea, with a reputation for being a hub for supernatural activity of all sorts.

The ones who had a long-term partner were both the most fortunate and the least. They had companionship, and they had a backup in the field - but when they lost that partner, they would do unspeakable things to be willing to get them back; and they knew how. Unfortunately, supernatural solutions always came with some serious strings attached.

No, Sofie had decided a long time ago that she didn't want that kind of grief or temptation.  She got lonely, but it was the lesser of the two sufferings.

This morning, she was having trouble rousing from sleep. She felt heavy. VERY heavy. Did she fall asleep in her clothes? She felt like she was wearing jeans and boots, not the sort of thing she usually slept in. And that smell! The motel must not have changed the sheets because they smelled like cheap men's cologne. The smell reminded her of high school boys after gym class. 

Was there something on her face? She lifted her hand (it was still so heavy!) and rubbed her face from her eyes down to her chin. It was like she had sandpaper on her face, what the fuck? She finally managed to sit up and blink her bleary eyes. Was this the motel room from last night? She'd seen so many, her memory might have been playing tricks on her. 

She swung her legs over the edge of the bed, and the bathroom door opened. She grabbed for her gun with the witch-killing bullets she kept under the mattress but her fingers closed around a knife handle instead. She was so shocked she looked down at the weapon instead of keeping her eyes on the threat. When she saw her hands, however, her heart jump-started and went from zero to sixty. 

Those were not her hands.

"Sam?" she asked, but her voice was not her voice. Her breathing was rapid now, she was beginning to panic. She stumbled to the bathroom and wiped the steam from the mirror.

"You ok?" a man's voice asked, sounding genuinely concerned. She looked back up to see Sam Winchester standing there, shirtless and toweling his shaggy hair dry. 

Oh, God, what had she done? And how could she have forgotten how she came to be here?

"What the fuck? What the FUCK?" she cried out in what was still not her voice. Dean fucking Winchester was looking back at her. Dean. Fucking. Winchester.

"Dean? What's going on, man?" Sam asked nervously from the doorway. 

"It's just a dream. A WEIRD fucking dream. What the hell did I have to drink before bed?" she mumbled to herself, pushing and pulling at her face as if it would come off like a mask.

"Dean, you're scaring me," Sam said, his brows knitting together, frowning deeply. Sofie looked at Sam and then back in the mirror. HIS reflection was as it should be, so it probably wasn't the mirror. 

"What are you?" she demanded, turning and wielding the knife she'd found beneath the mattress.

"Dean!" Sam yelled, and she turned to look at him. Her eyes must've been wild with fear and confusion because Sam swallowed hard and looked like he was preparing for a fight. 

"Woah! Dean, it's me. Look, look…" he retreated into the bedroom and returned with a silver coin and a bottle of holy water, showing her that he passed the basic monster tests. 

Sofie pressed past Sam and began to tear the beds up looking for a hex bag. 

"Sam, I'm not Dean," she explained as calmly as she could.

"What?" Sam asked, looking perplexed. 

"I'm Sofie Timmins," she looked down at Dean's shirtless body and then back up again at Sam. "Inside, at least."

Just then Dean's phone rang. Both Sofie and Sam looked at it, then at each other, and back again. She picked the phone up, it was her number. The name attached was 'Poison Ivy'. 

She and Dean weren't exactly friends. 

"What the hell did you do?" she demanded, with no patience to say hello.

"What the hell did I do? I didn't do anything! This wasn't me. This has you and your witches all over it!" he yelled right back. It was incredibly strange hearing her own voice on the other end of the line. The truth of the matter was, she wasn't sure what she had been doing these last few days. She wasn't actually certain what day it even was.

"Oh, really? Couldn't possibly have anything to do with the demons you tend to deal with?" she retorted.

"My money's on the witches," Dean said. 

"Well, all that matters is fixing it," she declared. "Stay where you are! I'm on my way."

"Bring Sammy," Dean ordered her. "And don't you dare drive my baby!" 

"Jesus, THAT'S what you're worried about right now? Your CAR?" she scoffed.

"Don't! Just Don't," he replied.

"Fine, it's fine. Where the hell are we, anyway?" she turned and asked Sam who was standing perfectly still behind her, his mouth hanging open as he tried to keep up with what was unfolding before him. 

"We're in Ephraim, Wisconsin," Sam replied slowly, still processing this strange twist of events. 

"Wisconsin, that's good! It's not a long drive, I'm in Munising, Michigan," She said. "At least, my body is there, with Dean in it," she informed him, then her face (Dean's face) paled and her eyes grew concerned. "Dean is in my body," she repeated. "Oh God." she closed her eyes at the thought. "We'll be there in three hours, don't … don't do anything weird. No showers, no naked pictures, just don't!" Dean remained eerily silent as if she had put an idea in his head.

"Don't!" she reiterated firmly.

"You know it's over a four-hour trip, even straight through without stopping for gas or anything," Sam informed her.

"We'll be there in three," Sofie said firmly. "Pass me the keys."

"No, no, no! I have SEEN how you drive!" Dean yelled as she hung up the phone. Sam's phone immediately began to ring. 

"Don't give her those keys!" Dean's voice (well, Sofie's voice technically) came over Sam's phone as soon as he'd hit the accept button. 

"Dean? What is happening?" Sam questioned, completely perplexed.

"I don't know, Sammy.  You've dealt with this freaky Friday shit before," Dean replied. "Maybe it's another Demon? Look into it, and look into curses and hexes." As they discussed possible reasons for the situation, Sam and Sofie threw their stuff into the duffel bags they carried and Sofie put on a t-shirt and one of Dean's flannels. She spotted the keys to the Impala and grabbed them.

"I'll meet you in the car. Chop chop!" she called out to Sam without even turning to look back.

"What'd she say? Sammy, don't let her drive the Impala!" Dean said again.

"Listen, just hold tight. We'll be there soon. In the meanwhile, call Bobby and see what he thinks. And look for hex bags, cursed objects, things of that sort." Sammy said before hanging up.  As he opened the passenger door he smiled to himself. 

This was going to be fun.

"So, uh, how've you been? Been a while since the last time I've seen you. I guess, I still haven't seen you yet, this time have I?" he rambled, watching Dean's face. He knew his brother better than he knew himself - as far as his physical mannerisms at least. You can't spend your entire life with someone and not know their body language. It was bizarre to see his body behaving in ways so totally unlike what he was used to.

The way Sofie sat in the driver's seat was different;  She steered with her hands at the bottom of the steering wheel, for example. The way she spoke; Dean's voice now had a great lakes accent (a unique blend between the midwestern accent and that of the east coast states). It was a bit unsettling, but given everything else Dean and Sam had been through together this was not a dire situation and so his amusement won out over his concern.

Sam and Sofie got along great, usually, but she was not happy with his amusement as they started the drive to Michigan. She scowled at him.

"It's not funny Sam."

Sam snorted from trying to hold in his laughter. He gave up trying and let out a chuckle, turning to look out the window. 

"It's kinda funny," he argued, turning back to smirk at her.

"Sam, you don't know how violating this is!" she argued, and Sam nodded as he replied.

"I do, actually," he said. "It's happened to me - with a scrawny high school kid. He had all these allergies and an overbearing family. It wasn't fun."

"So, why is this funny to you?" she snapped.  

"Because…" Sam had to pause to keep himself from bursting out in a belly laugh. "it's YOU and DEAN." 

"You know what? Fuck you, Sam," she sighed. "Was the scrawny teenager a girl? Did you have to learn to use a girl's body? Did you know her, and have to accept that she was not only seeing you naked but had complete access to every detail of your body?" 

Sam swallowed his laughter and looked down at his hands, soberly.

"No, no. You're right, I'm sorry." 

"Shit," she mumbled. "I have to pee."

Sam looked out the window and bit his lip, unable to remain serious about it all.

Sofie and Dean had a tumultuous relationship. They respected each others hunting skills but otherwise were constantly bickering with one another. Even though they had always been successful when they hunted together, getting there was a wild ride.

Sam had always suspected they were resisting an attraction to one another and that was why they annoyed each other so easily, but both denied it vehemently. 

Sofie pulled into a small roadside gas station and Sam got out to pump the gas while she found the bathroom. His phone rang, and he saw that it was Dean again. They had barely been on the road an hour.

"Where are you guys?" he demanded.

"Dean, we aren't even halfway there! It's been an hour," Sam told him.

"Sam, you don't know how fucked up this is!" Dean whispered conspiratorially.

"Is there someone with you?" Sam asked.

"No."

"Then why are you whispering?"

"I don't know, Sam, maybe because I feel like I'm locked in the girl's locker room but I'm not allowed to open my eyes? And just moving around in a chick's body is - you can FEEL everything alright? Like… her boobs? They're HEAVY man! And they like, bounce when I walk."

Sam tried not to laugh.

"Have you had to pee yet?" he asked, and Dean groaned. 

"Man, I am about to burst but no, I haven't… I was hoping you two would get here and put me back where I belong." Dean replied.

"Well, that's not likely to happen, Dean. You'd better get used to it.  I mean, Sofie's dealing with it. She's in the bathroom right now," Sam said. Dean could hear the amusement in Sam's tone but chose not to acknowledge it. It would only make things worse, and he couldn't deal with smug Sam right now.  Dean groaned at the thought of someone else feeling his bodily functions from the inside. It was WEIRD.

"How's baby? You're driving, right?" he asked as Sam replaced the cap on the gas tank and let the license plate snap back to cover it. 

"I thought you wanted us to get there as fast as possible?" Sam quipped.  Sofie was coming out of the gas station now with an arm full of snacks.  "I gotta go, hang in there Dean."

"No no no no no…. Sam? Sammy?!" he could hear Dean's saying as he lowered the phone from his ear and greeted Sofie.

"So, how'd everything come out?" he teased, and Sofie gave him a cold look. 

"Not funny, Sam," she replied, tearing into a slice of gas station pizza even though it was 9 in the morning. "I'm fucking starving!" she said with her mouth full. "No wonder he never stops eating."

Sofie felt Dean's stomach rumble even as she chewed and swallowed as fast as she could. She downed a total of three slices as she steered Baby back out onto the old highway toward Michigan, then a 20 oz bottle of coke.- followed by an impressive belch. 

"So, you really don't remember what case you were working on before you woke up this morning?" Sam asked, deciding it was time to get down to business. 

"Nope. According to the date on my - Dean's - phone, I have lost two whole weeks," she replied.

"Wait, so how do you know Dean is in Munising?" Sam asked with a frown. As the realization that she didn't know that hit her, the car slowed and she stared straight ahead mouth agape.

"I'll call Dean," Sam said, dialing her number.

Timmins has been hunting since she was a teenager. She sometimes think she has seen everything. That's usually when the Winchesters show up and prove her wrong about that with some epically weird shit.

Or, in this case, it's when she wakes up in Dean Winchester's body.

#supernatural #supernatural fan fic #dean winchester #sam and dean #sam winchester #Spotify

[yabai-erasure]

2022 kpop wrap up

bro this year did not let up for a second

quick thank yous

wjsn chocome super yuppers thank you for making camp kpop again

fromis_9 dm was the first choreography i learned this year thanks for letting me be a sexy queen for a bit

taeyeon INVU music video was so aesthetically in sync with endwalker that it blew my tiny weed addled brain

pixy villain goth bitches rise up

twice celebrate yeah i cried when they renewed ok

dance class staples

viviz bop bop i didnt watch queendom2

ive love dive you already know

aespa illusion sluuuurp

b side spotlight

rocket punch in my world

red velvet bamboleo

purple kiss singles were ass but their bsides were gold

twice basics fuuuuck yeah dude

itzy racer vocal fry queens

wjsn done dont disband dont disband dont disband

fav post-izone project

i cant even tell you how much joy i get out of seeing most of the izone girlies thriving. yena, yuri, chaeyeon, and eunbi all made fantastic solo songs, wonyoung, yujin, chaewon, and sakura are tearing it up in ive and le sserafim respectively, and I even got peeks of nako and hitomi throughout the year. like, my tiny heart cant take it.

i loved eunbi in izone, i loved her when i watched produce 48 this year, and as a soloist in 2022 she absolutely impressed me. her icy voice and house instrumentals are just what i need and i thoroughly loved glitch and underwater

fav songs i changed my mind about

okay O.O literally had me by the throat until the let me be your super heroooo and then i lost interest. I think I had hit superhero mental saturation from existing on the internet for the last five years and hearing the word superhero was somehow the last straw & i was just like fuck this song. I was wrong dude. several months later, my bedtime edibles would hit and I'd be typing O.O into the youtube search bar multiple nights a week.

also

billlie gingaminga yo

I reluctantly got into boy groups this year

I got into kpop back in 2013 because the goth bar near me had a monthly kpop night. the bartenders were mean as fuck but made unbelievably strong drinks, and they would project the music videos onto a huge screen and my roommate and I would get sloshed and try to twerk to HyunA. It was a simple and beautiful time. but. the DJ who ran the event was such an unabashed EXO stan and we would spend half of the night drunkenly talking shit about her not playing enough girl group songs.

it makes zero sense for me to still have this chip on my shoulder, especially in a year where pretty much everyone agrees that girl groups dominated the industry, but I've been admittedly ignoring boy groups for the majority of my time as a kpop fan and it just started to feel unfair.

drag me for this but Blessed-Cursed got its claws into my brain. I was sick of not knowing what naega byeonhae meant. I liked doing the silly anime pose choreo during Thunderous. I'm like, vaguely aware of who the members of Seventeen are. wow. truly in my growth era. dont ask me about nct tho

who i'm watching for 2023

Fifty Fifty had a no-skip debut mini. higher is fantastic dizzying bubblegum pop, log in is?? cyber girl crush?? lovin me is smooth af, this mini is just so polished for a debut

CSR ohhh myyyy goddd are they filling such a sorely needed niche in kpop right now. I couldn't get into pop? pop the fuzzy effect sounded vaguely horror movie to me, but loveticon is wonderful I can't wait to see what they do next.

period

basically nothing i can say about these tracks, if you listen to them you feel the impact

le sserafim antifragile

ive after like

newjeans ditto

i hope 2023 is better for yall

kep1er good luck truly

itzy blink twice if you need help burying jyps body

loona unionize

closing thoughts

I got to see Twice play in new york and that was sick. thats all

#kpop #wrapup

[servin-up-surveys]

survey #019

(last one, also from last night)

Has anyone ever told you that you looked like a celebrity? Nah, to my memory I've only been told I look like two fictional characters: Mavis from Hotel Transylvania as a teenager as well as Eileen Galvin from Silent Hill 4, which was immensely flattering, haha. Do you have any change on you right now? No; I give whatever coins I have to my mom for Ash's kids to put in their piggy banks. Cutting your hair extremely short, would you do it? Did it years ago, one of the best decisions I've ever made. Have you ever played the game Halo? Nah, not my kind of game. Although if I remember right I think Ryder has officially been exposed to and loves it and I would totally play with him 'n' let him kick my ass... or maybe he just legit could now, I'm a rusty old gamer lady, haha. Do you like your nose? I actually don't mind my nose. A rare feature of mine I don't see a problem with. Kissing someone with facial hair, do you mind? I've never minded it. Granted I've never kissed anybody with a whole lot, but I'm quite certain I wouldn't be bothered. Would you ever like to be a stunt person? HELL no alsdkjfaklwejl Are you a pyromaniac? No. I think fire's very pretty and powerful, but I'm not obsessed with it or anything. Are you one of those people who listen to songs on repeat? Oh, ABsofuckinglutely. I can pick a song and listen to it for hours multiple days in a row if I'm in a phase of really enjoying it. Can any of your friends sing very well? Girt has a great a voice. Off the top of my head, I don't know about anyone else who is exceptionally talented with singing. Do you have piano fingers? Oh yes, heard that since I was a kid. My mom compares my hands to being a lot like her mom's: long, slender, and flow-y. Honestly if I didn't pEEL MY FUCKING NAILS OFF LIKE AN ANIMAL I think my hands would be a pretty feature of mine. Who did you dance with last? Sara. When holding hands, do you intertwine fingers? Usually, yes. Best feeling. Is there a movie that makes you cry every single time you watch it? I don't believe I've gotten through The Notebook even once without at LEAST one tear creeping out. I also know I've cried each time I've seen The Boy in the Striped Pajamas in history classes. I don't think I would EVER be able to get through it without doing so, honestly. I just can't grasp how such human vileness actually happened. Who was the last person you mocked/mimicked? Girt, lol. I can't remember over what though and it was obviously just playfully. If you write, isn’t writer’s block the most horrible thing? Oh totally, it is SO frustrating as a creative person that always feels like being expressive. What is the first letter of the person’s name you last kissed? "D." Do you have any sort of debt? Oh, without a shadow of a goddamn doubt. I've dropped outta college too much not to. I have zero idea what I owe and am scared of the day it's gonna fall on me. Is there an accent you prefer? British. Do any of your friends own an expensive car? I know absolutely nothing about cars dude, I couldn't tell ya. Have you ever been on a train? No, but I'd like to one day. Is there a guy you can talk to about anything? Yep. Have you ever been in a parade? "In," no. Do people say you look your age? Or younger or older? I hear that I look younger. Have you ever sent a celebrity fan mail? No. Is there a friend’s family that makes you feel like you’re family too? LJSKLDJFAL;ISKEJFIOWJEO;AW Girt's mom referred to me as family the day Ma and I came over for that 4th of July party and I almost cried, even though she BARELY knows me. Mom pointed it out when we left though that she loved how she spoke of me. I'm apparently the first girlfriend of Girt's she's ever met and I think that says something to her. What’s something you believe in that others are skeptical of? Ghosts. I obviously don't know with absolute certainty, but I am a VERY firm believer in spirits and their ability to make contact with the living. What was the last YouTube video you watched that you found entertaining? I watched a "Fact vs. Fiction" from Loudwire about Richard the other day, and it was very fascinating. It was the first time I'd heard him speak English and my heart did this funky thing where it turned to soup asodkfojkalljw like the accent is STRONG lad What did the last pizza you ate have on it? Just pepperoni. Do you know anyone unrelated to you that has your same last name? Uhhh I don't think so, no. Do you know anyone who is truly evil? No, I don't think that of anyone I personally know. What was the cause of the worst physical pain you’ve ever experienced? A cyst I had got infected, and it was being drained by applying pressure to it and I literally wanted to FUCKING DIE alksdfa;lwd that hospital staff is never gonna forget that night lmfao Is there anyone in your family who is colorblind, that you know of? No. Are you a Christian? No; I would 100% rather be called a modern Satanist than a Christian. I'm not one because I personally think it is TOO into the "do whatever the fuck you want" mentality as well as OVERLY self-important, among other smaller disagreements, BUT I agree with modern-day atheistic Satanism more than Christianity. What is the name of your favorite book character? Uh, wow, what IS my favorite book character. Well, his original format isn't through a book, but there's one novel about Vol'jin from the World of Warcraft universe, so hey, he's in a book, lol. I think I'd pick him, I loved him so much and tbh his death will probably be one that I'm most mad about, I ain't forgiven Blizz to this day. Who was the last non-relative woman you spoke to in person? A doctor. Do you believe in karma? No. As much as I WISH it was a thing, I just don't. What’s a topic you’ve drastically changed your opinion on? BITCH, A LOT. People change and grow. Some of my most regretted/embarrassing beliefs from a younger age though include being homophobic, transphobic, pro-life, Creationist, anti-BLM because I thought it was "too extreme," etc... I believed awful things. Are you and your S/O Facebook official? Not technically, lol. On my page it says that we're in a relationship, but it's pending. On his, it still says "single" because he never responded to the status change. It doesn't really bug me though, like he's open about us dating and has made it very clear he's invested and serious, so I just don't care what an account on a website he literally never touches (which is I'm assuming why he never responded to the notif) says. This mf probably ain't even gonna change it if/when we get married lmfao. Do you know how to set a formal table setting for a 3+ course dinner? God no, this is a formal tradition that I have neeeeever understood. My mom has always done the table "properly" for meals like Thanksgiving because her mom went to a very proper, all-girls school where she had this format drilled into her head, buuut thank god Mom has never tried to get us kids to follow it. Usually. Sometimes she's picky about it, depending on the occasion. Do you know anyone who works as a lawyer? Well, knew two people. My former best friend Quiata became a lawyer, but we lost contact. One of my cousins is also one, but we all completely cut ties with that selfish fucking family. All of them. Do you have a difficult time relating to other’s emotions? ABSOLUTELY not, I am an emotional sponge. What was the last electronic item you bought? Oh wow, nice timing, Mom came home with a new phone for me tonight, haha. We'll be setting that one up tomorrow, she got home late and wanted to lie down. Have you ever experienced sleep paralysis? I haven't and ABSOLUTELY never want to. The idea of paralysis absolutely horrifies me. Have you ever had a dream in which you died? Multiple. Does the thought of having wrinkles when you’re older upset you? No, it's totally inevitable. I mean I don't WANT them obvs, but it doesn't "upset" me. When was the last time you drank coffee? I've never really *drank* it, just tried it and never liked it. Do you know anyone who’s struggling with addiction? I don't believe so, thankfully. Do you know anyone named Chris? Ugh, KNEW. Literally both of my sisters have dated shitbags named Chris. Do you cook to music? I don't cook, but that's maybe a way for me to get into it, actually... Oh wow, ow, an old memory came creeping back: on mornings Jason's dad was off of work, he loved to turn on old mostly rock music and cook a nice breakfast for everyone, always just singing along. I loved it then and even now I swear to god I feel a physical pain in my chest. I hope he's okay after losing Virginia. He felt like my genuine dad when I was dealing with my parents splitting and hating my actual father. That guy was/probably still is a good, good man. Have you ever told someone you hated them? I have. Favorite thing to do on Facebook? Look at really stupid memes that shouldn't be funny but make my dumb ass laugh anyway. If you could meet one celebrity, who would you want it to be? Mark. When was your last time you saw your dad? I don't think I've seen Dad since... WOW I can't remember. I know it's been months. Have you ever seen a live bat? Yes. Where did your last kiss take place? By my front door. Who’s the last person that creeped you out? AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH guys at the 4th of July party GIRT'S MOM'S FRIEND'S DAD (wow) WAS LEGIT FLIRTING WITH MY MOM AND I WANTED TO DIE. Like it was PAINFULLY obvious, but Mom took it like a champ, totally shrugging it off without being rude, and even when I talked to her in the car, she was pretty casual about it and said that "you just have to ignore it" with seniors. Like the dude didn't do anything serious, but still, just as my mom's very close daughter, I was feeling really protective and just uncomfortable. Do you wish someone would call you? No, I'm fine with me and music rn. Do you hate your last boyfriend/girlfriend? Nah, man. I don't like her, but I don't have any hard feelings. She's not a monster, we're just not compatible as healthy friends. That's just how it is sometimes. What do you hear right now? "Ich tu dir weh" by Rammstein Do you feel comfortable wearing tube tops? You couldn't PAAAAAAY me to wear one with this body. I sure wish I was confident enough to wear one and pull it off. Has anyone teased you with the “K-I-S-S-I-N-G” song? Maybe? Idr. Have you ever owned a beanbag chair? Yes. Are you a fan of retro things? Very much! If you’re with someone right now, do you think it will last? In full, complete, genuine, self-aware honesty, I do think it will. I will NEVER allow myself to enter the "oh a breakup simply can't happen" ideology EVER again, but I just REALLY think Girt and I have something amazing. Who was the last person you flipped off? - claims her boyfriend is amazing - the last person she flipped off was her boyfriend (it was playful, shh) oop Is there anyone who did something absolutely hilarious today? oh my god YES I don't feel like elaborating tbh 'cuz lazy but basically my mom made a fucking brilliant typo in a text regarding Girt and me and I - literally - laughed so fucking hard I got dizzy and almost fell outta my chair lmfao Your significant other: have you told them you love them lately? I tell him that a lot. Have you dated someone more than twice? No. Do you hate to use public bathrooms? I absolutely do and will avoid them as best I can. Do you have any tan lines? I literally don't think I ever have in my entire life lmao Ever been so unfortunate to slip on wet rocks? As a matter of fact, i have. One day my dad and I went fishing by the dam and I was traversing the big rocks and slipped and fucked up my shin REAL good. I remember it so well because I had dance recital practice right after it. Like I had fresh wounds on that stage, lmao. I remember crying a little bit while practicing. Does seeing roadkill make you sad, or just grossed out? Oh, it makes me horribly sad. Considering I like getting all up in their business and taking pictures though, uh, it can't gross me out that much, haha. Did I ever tell y'all about the time I almost placed my hand right down on top of fox intes- What do you think is the most saddest sounding instrument? Either the violin or piano. Do you have a favorite species of wild cat (tiger/lion/cougar etc)? Not a STRONG favorite considering I probably change my mind like, any time a survey has asked this. I just love cats, man. What type of a drunk are you? (Obnoxious, calm, emotional, violent, etc) I wouldn't know, never been full-on drunk. I'm more talkative with more alcohol though, apparently, given that's all that's ever happened when drinking before. Are you good at pronouncing foreign words? Only German because I studied it long enough to know how things are pronounced. I might not be able to tell you what all German says, but I could probably pronounce it. No promises though, don't hold me to it, lol. When listening to music, do you usually tap your foot etc to the beat? It's SO wild honestly, I react so immensely little to music, at least in the obvious, external ways. I get absolutely fucking slathered in goosebumps when I listen to music at sometimes very random intervals, but I don't move my head, I very rarely tap my fingers, etc. There is only one movement I've noticed I quite consistently make when listening to music: when laying in bed, I will sway my left leg back and forth slowly. I catch myself doing it a loooot and have always thought it was a weird tick. Have you ever literally cried on a friend’s shoulder? I have, the night my mom bullied her way to getting me to share what I was always doing on the computer so secretively (RP) as a kid. My friend Jenna, who actually created Ruby's sister Flammi, was there and I just CRIED and CRIED on her shoulder because I felt judged and was scared and just that day was A LOT. Has anyone told you that they wanted to marry you/were planning on it/etc.? Jason as well as Girt have. When you were younger, did you have a yoyo? Yep. What was the last video game you played, if any? Shadow of the Colossus. Girt and I are planning to start Heavy Rain when he comes over next, as he's never played it but he knows I love it so basically we doin' that and I'm going to cry all over again bc this game on god made me hurt more than nearly any other. I think only The Last of Us (and DEFINITELY its sequel, that shit on another fuckin level) might beat it. What’s your opinion on people who stretch their ears? Small to medium-sized holes look cool on some people. I personally still wanna slightly gauge my ears, just ugh, I need to learn exactly how and get the materials. Have you ever seen a bear in the wild? No, but black bears do live here, they're just very rare. Has anyone you know gotten mono? My sister Ashley got it, actually. I think when she was in early high school? It was rough. Can you say yes/no in different languages? Only English and German, I think.

#survey #surveys #random surveys #random questions