#anyone in the placebo tag is going to fucking hate me

[aholefilledwithtwigs]

I apologize in advance

While I was working on some new music, I swore it sounded familiar-- then I finally placed it

So here is my abstract as fuck cover of Placebo's Scared of Girls

Like I said, I'm sorry

(here is the original for reference)

#rabbitsquirrel #placebo #scared of girls #cover #music #anyone in the placebo tag is going to fucking hate me #i do love them though #i made this and knew it recognized bass hit #i think this may actually be my first cover #Youtube

[weird-an]

Tag game: Stranger Things addition 👻

I was tagged by @harringroveera! Thank you sm!

1. Ride or Die ship (your otp): Harringrove

2. Most annoying ship: Not going there. People can ship what they like.

3. Second favourite ship: I think Argilly

4. Favourite platonic relationship: Max & Billy (oh the potential)

5. Underrated ship: Argilly!! ARGILLY!!!

6. Overrated ship: -

7. One thing I would change in canon: Billy's mom leaving him.

8. Something canon did right: The gayest basketball session ever and whoever invented "pretty boy" and "Am I dreaming?" deserves a fucking prize.

9. A thing I'm proud of creating for the fandom PLEASE BRAG ABOUT YOURSELF I WANT TO SEE/READ YOUR ART: My fic Extended Stay, because I love to explore different relationships and the struggle on the way to forming one.

10. A character who is perfect to me (wouldn't change a thing): This is a surprisingly hard question. I have a few answers and nothing feels right. Probably because I don't think about the characters in a way that I would change anything, but that I'd rather see them GROW, you know?

11. The character I relate to the most and why: Billy, because I project a lot of my queerness and the inability to express myself in my teenager years onto him.

12. Character I hate the most and why: Neil Hargrove, Karen Wheeler - do I need to explain?

13. Something I've learned from the fandom: You can find joy everywhere and sometimes it comes in the form of your favourite character suffering or fucking.

14. Three tags I seek out on AO3: Hurt/Comfort, Billy Hargrove Needs A Hug, Steve Harrington/Billy Hargrove

15. A song I strongly associate with my otp/favourite character: Post Blue- Placebo.

Tagging @ihni @lazybakerart @thediktatortot @suometar @passivenovember @thissortofsorcery @shieldofiron and anyone else who wants to do this!

#tag game #good things

[babbushka]

The Christmas Waltz

Daniel Jones x Reader 

2.1k; Fluff 

Available on AO3

(tagging my kind friend @candycanes19​ for her love of Dan!)

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Frosted windowpanes

Candles gleaming inside

Painted candy canes on the tree

Santa's on his way

He's filled his sleigh with things

Things for you and for me…

 Dan doesn’t know how it’s happened, really. One minute it was Thanksgiving and he was rushing to call his parents and let them know he won’t be joining their dinner table this year, and the next it’s somehow Christmas Eve. He scrubs a hand down his face with a sigh, straightens out his spine. He’s been down here in this fucking basement for coming up on nineteen hours, he figures it’s time to call it a night. There was little he could get done these days anyway, everyone he needs to contact is either on vacation or simply not returning his emails.

So, Dan wraps himself up in his coat, makes sure his scarf is on tightly to brave the D.C. winter – when had it started to snow? – and says goodnight to the guest security guard while his familiar friend is away in Pennsylvania for the holiday.

He resolves to ordering some takeout, putting on the Charlie Brown special like he does every year, and tries not to think about how lonely going back to his apartment will be, but well. He didn’t have anyone to spend the holiday with.

Or so he thinks.

It's that time of year

When the world falls in love

Every song you hear seems to say

Merry Christmas

May your New Year dreams come true…

 When Dan approaches his apartment door, little brass key already in hand, he comes up short. There’s a light on that he can see through the crack underneath his door, can hear music playing softly, and most importantly, he can smell something absolutely delicious wafting down the hall. Frowning, he checks to make sure that this is indeed his apartment, but yes there it is, that’s his door.

Hesitantly, he half expects this to be some kind of trap that the CIA has planted for him as a punishment for sticking his nose where it “doesn’t belong”, but when he opens the door he’s faced with you.

You, standing in his kitchen, dancing to yourself along with the music that’s playing on the small radio Dan keeps on the counter. Just about every pot and pan that Dan owns is either on the stove or in the sink, his dining table completely filled with food being kept warm under tight silver foil wrappings. There’s a very small tree in the living room, decorated with white lights and silver tinsel, and all of the ornaments that Dan’s mother had given him when he moved into this place years ago.

How had you found that?

How had you done any of this?

But before he can start asking his questions, you hear him at the door, and immediately you lower the volume of the radio and wipe the flour off your hands onto a little dishtowel.

“You’re home!” You give him the most beautiful grin he’s ever seen in his life, and Dan wonders if he’s actually hallucinating.

You live directly across the hall from him, and he has been harboring something of a crush on you for as long as you’ve lived there. Your friendship had started as all too many friendly neighbor relationships had -- late night run-ins at the mail room, occasional bumps at the grocery store, sometimes Dan saw you in the park when he goes on his runs. You’ve offered him all sorts of extra sweets and food that you cook too much of, he’s always given you holiday cards, and lately your friendship had been blossoming into something closer.

Not necessarily close enough for you to break into his apartment, though.

“(Y/N)? What, how did you get in here?” Dan has to ask, has to be practical, even if he is hallucinating.

“You gave me a key, remember?” You reply, holding up the matching brass key to his front door.

“Oh that,” He remembers now, remembers how hard his heart had started to beat when he asked if you could swap keys, with the intention being, “But that was for emergencies only.”

You cast your gaze down, worried he’s going to be angry. And by all accounts, he should be, he should be very angry with you, but.

But well, he can’t think of anything more lovely, than you in his apartment.

“If you ask me, being alone on Christmas is as pressing of an emergency as any other.” You say so softly, gesturing to the huge spread that must have taken you an absolute age to put together, “I…well I hope you don’t mind, I made dinner.”

Dan’s face burns with embarrassment, he knows that he’s got practically nothing in his own fridge, nothing but a couple old takeout containers that should probably be thrown out by now, and expired milk. You must have brought everything but salt and pepper over, but you’re kind enough not to make a big fuss about it.

“I thought…weren’t you going traveling this year?” Dan finally steps fully into his apartment, closes and locks the door behind him. He sets down his briefcase and slips off his scarf, loosens his tie. For a moment his mind trips up with how domestic of an act that is; he might as well kiss you on your cheek and say, honey I’m home.

“My flight got canceled because of that blizzard.” You shake your head with a sad sigh, “I’m going to see family for New Year’s instead, and I thought why not surprise you with a little cheer?”

“I’m very surprised.” Dan nods, scratching the back of his neck, trying to process it all.

“You hate it, I’m sorry.” You take his tone the wrong way, immediately start to clean up the mess you’ve made, face falling and burning with shame.

“What? No -- !” Dan trips over his tongue trying to apologize. He rushes to you, his big palms on your arms, looking you directly in the eye, “No, I don’t hate it. I – I’m – thank you.”

He means it earnestly, means it so much that he doesn’t know how to even describe it, how grateful he is for you.

“You’re welcome.” Smiling again, the look you give Dan has relief rushing through the both of your chests as you ask gently, “Want to change into something comfortable, and we’ll eat?”

Dan just nods, goes into his bedroom.

And when he emerges in a pair of soft trousers and a sweater, you offer him a plate.

 And this song of mine

In three-quarter time

Wishes you and yours

The same thing too

Santa's on his way

He's filled his sleigh with things

Things for you and for me…

 The dinner is incredible, it’s so flavorful that it makes Dan wonder what the hell he’s been eating all this time. He never knew food could be so good, or maybe he did once upon a time – a time before this case. He sighs, suddenly feeling so weary, resenting how this whole thing has spiraled into something so all-consuming. It would be easier if he had help, but he was very aware of how on his own he was.

At least, he was regarding the case.

You’re sitting opposite from him, and it’s so nice to have another person to look at, to talk to, to be with, at dinner time. He doesn’t think he’s had all these lights on at once in a long time, he almost doesn’t recognize his own apartment without the blue glow of the television in the dark.

“Have you been here long?” Dan wonders aloud, trying to piece together how and when you managed to get all this done.

“Kind of, but that’s okay. The radio and all the cooking kept me company. You’re back earlier than I was expecting, if you can believe it.” You chuckle into your glass, checking your watch to see what time it even was.

Dan’s heart does a little flip at the insinuation that you’ve been paying attention to his schedule. He’s got yours perfectly memorized too, had learned it so that he could try and stage something where he might pluck up the courage to ask you out.

Did this count? Was this a date of some sort?

The radio is playing softly, the lights on the Christmas tree twinkle and blink slowly, you’ve even put up the fake fireplace channel on the television in the living room, the digital crackle filling the apartment with placebo warmth. You’re both in comfortable cozy clothes, your shoes are off, Dan’s got a stain of gravy on his sweater – it’s the most intimate thing Dan has ever experienced.

“Everything’s delicious, I can’t remember the last time I ate something so good.” He compliments your cooking, unsure of how he’s going to actually be able to finish all of this. Hopefully you’ll take some back to your apartment when the night is over.

The very thought of that has his chest tightening – he doesn’t want you to leave. He doesn’t want this night to be over, he realizes, when you grow flustered at his compliments. Dan would give anything to get to see you look at him like that again, every day.

“I’m really glad you like it, Daniel.” You smile softly, eyes filled with something like fondness.

“Call me Dan.” He tries not to get his hopes up, but it’s hard, so hard when your foot brushes against his gently, and you say just barely above a whisper in an agreement,

“Dan.”

 It's that time of year

When the world falls in love

Every song you hear seems to say

Merry Christmas

May your New Year dreams come true…

 You’ve both finished as much as you can eat, and Dan is dreading this part.

This is the part where you part ways, where you leave and go back all the way across the hall, and Dan’s alone again. He’s got a dishwasher and for the first time in his life he wishes that he hadn’t, just so the dishes would take longer, and he’d have more time to be with you.

But just as he thinks you’re about to do the whole it’s getting late…you catch something on the radio, and your whole face lights up.

“Oh – !” You gasp, turning the dial up a bit as Frank Sinatra’s voice croons and fills the apartment, “This is one of my favorite songs.”

“Really? Mine too.” Dan grins, thinking how lucky he is, how could he ever be so lucky!

“Dance with me, please?” You practically plead, your hands grasping for his and holding them tight to your chest, making Dan blink and blush and sweat a little.

“Don’t make fun of me if I step on your toes.” He nods, and you’re beaming at him, so filled with joy as he leads you to the small floor space of his living room.

This must be a dream, Dan thinks. It has to be, there’s no reality in which he’s got you in his arms, and you’re waltzing around to the music. Neither of you step on one another’s toes, but even if you had, you wouldn’t have minded. It was bliss, being here with you, sheer bliss.

He brings you around and around his living room, twirls you until you’re laughing, until you’re dizzy and pressed up against his chest, stars in your eyes.

“Stay with me tonight.” Dan whispers, officially throwing caution to the wind, rubbing his thumb across your cheek, “I don’t want you to go.”

“I don’t want to go either.” You admit with a whisper right back, and Dan fears he’s going to black out, when you stretch up and close the short distance between your mouths, kissing him gently on the lips.

His arms tighten around you, eyes shutting tightly as he wills himself not to cry. Of all the things that had happened this year, of all the shit he’s had to deal with – this moment makes up for it, for all of it. The kiss is filled with a yearning, a mutual longing that is finally being released after who knows how long.

When he pulls away, your foreheads rest against one another and he’s practically panting, feeling his heart grow three times its size.

“Dan?” You whisper, pulling him out of his thoughts.

“Yes?” He hugs you close, tucks your head underneath his chin.

“Merry Christmas.” You hug him back, the both of you swaying to the music as it fades out, knowing that now, when the night is over, nothing will be the same.

But it’ll be for the better, because you’ll be together.

 And this song of mine

In three-quarter time

Wishes you and yours

Everyone

Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas

May your New Year dreams come true.

#daniel jones x reader #daniel jones/reader #daniel jones x you #adam driver character #adam driver fanfiction #the report 2019 #adam drive the report

[leverage-ot3]

notable moments from The Mile High Job

leverage 1.08

Nate: We need a key card.

Eliot: And I hate to say it, but you know who we could really use --

Nate: Don't even say his name. I don't want it spoken aloud

eliot begrudgingly admitting they could use hardison because although they may bicker all the time, he knows to appreciate him

- - - - - 

[Leverage Headquarters]

(Hardison is watching a microwave, which dings)

Hardison: Yeah, buddy!

(he tries to pick up the pizza pocket but it is too hot and he drops it)

Hardison: Damn it!

(he blows on it and picks it up to eat it, then takes a watering can and heads out of the kitchen)

why do we (and parker and eliot) love this fucking idiot so damn much ???

- - - - - 

(Hardison walks through the offices watering plants)

he’s such a nester + he’s probably watering parker’s plant too which is adorable

- - - - - 

Eliot: All right.

(open the door to the hall to find Parker waiting)

Parker: So, what are we waiting for?

Eliot: How does she do this?

Nate: I don't even ask anymore.

Hardison: Don't bother with the stairs. I got you a ride down.

(elevator dings and they enter)

we love to see parker defying all laws of physics and logic and the team being baffled by it e v e r y time

- - - - - 

(Nate, Parker and Eliot run into the lobby, headed for the door)

Nate: No, it’s right behind us, it’s right behind us!

(guards put their hands on their guns)

Parker: It’s furry, it’s big, it’s chasing us, get down now!

(they grab Sophie on the way out the door, leaving the guards confused)

Nate: Come on, we need to get to the airport, now!

that’s actually a really clever way to escape a situation ??? it was very effective to distract the guards ???

- - - - - 

Hardison: What I.D.s have you got on you?

[LAX Airport]

Nate: Let's see...

(team begins looking through their pockets)

Nate: We got, Peter Davison, Sylvester McCoy, and I have a Tom Baker. Yeah.

Sophie: Ooh, yeah, I have a Baker. Sarah Jane.

[Leverage Headquarters]

Hardison: Perfect. I now pronounce you man and wife. (typing on keyboard) Now go on and kiss that bride.

[LAX Airport]

(Sophie hands Nate a ring that he places on her finger)

hardison bases their ids on doctor who characters, what a fucking nerd

also, we gonna talk about how sophie carries a bunch of different wedding rings with her at all times or ???

- - - - - 

Sophie: How did you both know there'd be an extra uniform in the bag?

Nate: Everyone knows flight attendants are required to carry extra uniforms in case they get called to work unexpectedly.

Eliot: Or if something happens to the one that they're already wearing.

Sophie: How does "everyone" know that?

Nate: Worked airport security.

Eliot: Slept with a flight attendant

sophie being exhausted + eliot never mentioned the gender of the flight attendant so let my bi heart dream okay

- - - - - 

(security guard opens Nate’s luggage to find many BSDM items inside. Nate gives Sophie a look)

Sophie: What? We needed luggage. Lost and found.

Nate: You didn't check the bag first?

Sophie: We were in a bit of a hurry. (to guard) Yeah. Cuffs are his. Whip's mine. (slaps Nate’s butt) Second honeymoon.

Eliot (picking up his bag): Idiots.

me watching this scene: part horrified part secondhand embarrassed 

- - - - - 

Hardison (on computer): Let's see what we can learn about Nathan Ford today. Online poker? Online chess? Sudoku. Crossword. What... Damn. Somebody needs to get laid.

y i k e s

- - - - - 

[Coach]

(Parker on P.A. while another stewardess demonstrates)

Parker: Place the mask over your mouth and nose and breathe normally. In the event of a water landing, your seat cushion can be used as a flotation device. But let's face it, if this thing goes down in the water, more than likely the impact will kill you. 

(Eliot grabs the bridge of his nose while the other passengers get alarmed)

Parker: Please take a moment to locate the nearest emergency exits, because if this plane's on fire, you're gonna want to get out quick. Jet fuel burns at over 1,000 degrees. That's hot, folks.

Eliot: All right, Nate. We're here. Now what?

eliot looks exhausted like 300 different times during this episode

+ bless the other flight attendant that just carried on with the crazy white chick being crazy over the speaker 

- - - - - 

poor eliot with the guy sleeping on him, he’s so exhausted already lmao

- - - - - 

Steve: Nothing. It’s just... I could've sworn I saw a maintenance guy get in that elevator.

Hardison: A- A maintenance guy? Wow. Real nice. I bet you think we all look alike.

Steve: That's not what I meant.

Hardison: You know what -- If I have to go to one more of those damn sensitivity seminars, I know who I’m blaming.

Steve: No, no, no.

Hardison: I know who I’m blaming.

Steve: It's not what I meant.

Hardison: I blame you! You! (walks away)

hardison using societal tendencies of racism is iconic every (every) time

- - - - - 

(Eliot gets up and begins going through luggage in the overhead racks. One of the passengers watches him suspiciously)

Eliot (to passenger): Can I help you with something? Watch the movie.

what would you even do in this situation ???

- - - - - 

Marissa: I know. It's just -- It's like a placebo effect. It's not really working, but it makes you feel better anyway.

Parker: Yeah? So, when's that supposed to kick in? (she moves forward) Look. Flying isn't really all that scary when you think about it. I mean, there are a lot more likely ways to die than on a plane. Car crash, house fire, electrocution, drowning, autoerotic asphyxiation. I mean, the fact is, death haunts us every day. No matter where we are.

(Parker smiles and moves away)

Y I K E S

- - - - - 

Hardison: You kidding? Did you get the new expansion pack? Woman, I was up all night. Now, look, I mean “Burning Crusade" was great, but this new one is mind-blowing.

Nate: Hardison…

[First Class]

Nate: …you bailed on the job because you were up all night playing a game?

[Genogrow Break Room]

(Hardison turns aside and opens a cabinet door to hide his face)

Hardison: First off, "game" is hardly adequate, okay

hardison is DONE with them not taking his “games” seriously ,,, also LMFAO that’s why he was late 

- - - - - 

Hardison (opens door): The meeting's starting, sir. (closes door)

Haldeman: What meeting? (sighs and puts on his jacket)

that is such an effective tactic tho ???

- - - - - 

Parker: Hatbox full of Euros, pouch of uncut diamonds, and a stolen Stradivarius. Now, I’ve never lifted one of those.

Nate: Parker..

let! her! steal! it!

- - - - - 

Eliot: Ms. Devins, those payments were not made in error. They were bribes. He was trying to pay off the researchers so they would not testify.

Marissa: What are you talking about? What the hell is going on here?

(Parker sits down next to Marissa)

Parker: The guy in 1D wants to kill you. Ginger ale?

Eliot: Just – sh-she--

that poor lady is NOT having a good time

also eliot looks sO DONE WITH PARKER LMFAO

- - - - - 

Eliot: Erlick's a pro. He had a ceramic knife. If anything was going down, he'd sniff 'em out when he saw them coming.

Nate: How would they do it?

Eliot: Easiest way? Take 'em out in transit.

Sophie: You mean bring down the plane they're on?

(everyone looks at her pointedly)

Sophie: You mean bring down the plane we're on?

Nate: Yeah

that’s interesting meta to know but we hate to see it

- - - - - 

Nate: Okay, Parker, I -- Parker, I need you – (to Eliot) All right, we got to talk to Erlick now.

[Plane Bathroom]

(Dan is still unconscious on the toilet as Eliot and Nate come in)

Nate: Geez!

Eliot (patting Dan on the face): Hey!

(Dan does not stir, Eliot sighs)

Eliot: When I knock people out, they tend to stay knocked out.

Nate: Hey!

(Nate taps the guy on the face)

Nate: Luggage tags.

(they search Dan’s clothes and take his luggage tags. Eliot grabs the ceramic knife before they leave the bathroom)

eliot doesn’t fuck around lmao

also he did the flippy thing with the knife

- - - - - 

Hardison: Parker, the device you found -- is it anywhere near an orange box?

Parker: Yeah.

[Haldeman’s Office]

Hardison: Oh, god. They tapped into the black box.

[Cargo Hold]

Parker: No, no, it's not black. It's orange.

[Haldeman’s Office]

Hardison: Yeah, the black boxes, they're orange.

[Cargo Hold]

Hardison: Makes them easier to find in the debris.

Parker: Oh. Oh…

[Haldeman’s Office]

Hardison: They've hacked into the flight's computer, which means they have access to the system, which means they can spoof the black-Box data all at the same time.

[Cargo Hold]

Parker: Crash the plane without anyone knowing it was sabotaged.

[Haldeman’s Office]

Hardison: Exactly

that’s terrifying

- - - - - 

Nate: Listen to me!

[Haldeman’s Office]

Nate: You can do this! I trust you!

(Hardison looking very unsure of himself)

[Cockpit]

Nate: No matter how many times you goof off or screw up, you always come through in the clutch.

[Haldeman’s Office]

Nate: You're the only guy I can count on in a situation like this.

Hardison (cracks his neck): You know what? I-I-you... You're right. 

You're right. I got this.

[Cockpit]

Nate: Yes! Yes! Yes, you can!

Hardison: You're right. You're -- I'm the man.

[Cargo Hold]

Hardison: I'm the man. I got this. I'm gonna do this.

hardison is amazing and they need to appreciate him more

- - - - - 

[First Class]

(Nate and Eliot stumble into seats and belt up)

Nate: Sophie?

[Coach]

Sophie: Yes?

[First Class]

Nate: You okay?

[Coach]

Sophie: Yeah. You?

[First Class]

Nate: Ask me again in 10 minutes.

[Coach]

Sophie: You're gonna remember this one, aren't you?

[First Class]

Nate: Oh yeah.

everyone else on the comms: ,,, y’all have to flirt right this second ???

- - - - - 

[Haldeman’s Office]

(Hardison watching footage on the Internet of the plane landing)

Announcer (on monitor): …emergency landing on the seven mile bridge…

Hardison: Whoa! (gets up and dances) Baby! Unh! Age of the geek! Smooth! Too smooth! Lord, I was so scared, I wanted to cry, call my mama. Y'all cool? Y’all cool?

Nate: Yes, cool.

Hardison: Family. All right.

hardison is baby + HE CALLED THEM HIS FAMILY !!!

#the mile high job #leverage 1.08 #leverage 1x08 #leverage season 1 #season 1 #notable moments #leverage #mine

[9116]

game time! thank you to the lovely @austonthotthews for tagging me! 💞

fav month: june!!!

fav number: 11

fav color: #f5f5f5 and #363636

nickname: some ppl call me luiza (it's my second name) and sometimes i go by salú but i don't have a definitive nickname

current outfit: a big ass light green shirt w/ floral printed shorts

hairstyle: collarbone length dark brown that i usually keep in a high ponytail or bun

dream job: psychiatrist but i changed my mind after i got into med school and now i wanna be a medical examiner lol

lock screen/home screen: 💙💙💙 (my home and lock screen are the same)

fav photo currently: this one from last night's game

fav song: currently it's darkest hour by sevdaliza

number one music artist: oof this is too hard to answer but i'm gonna go with placebo bc they're my #1 top played artists on last.fm

do you prefer to do work laying in bed or at a desk: laying in bed bc i got too many back problems to not to

left or right: left

winter or summer: summer bc i fucking hate the cold lmao

autumn or spring: none bc we don't have autumn or spring here

so uhh i'm not going to tag anyone bc i think pretty much everyone on my dash has already done this??? but if you haven't done it yet then consider yourself tagged ✌🏽

#how do i tag this? #tag game

[th3fragile]

thanks to the loveliest @seed-0​ for tagging me. I’m sending over a loaf of bread ‘cause that’s the only thing in the world I love (hopefully you’re not intolerant or hate it)

Answer the questions and tag 20 people. I can’t even count up to 20 so @reznorsbrat​ @fajantas​ @electric-eccentricity​ @demberly​ @douchebat​ @wilder-wein​ @opiate-priest​ and anyone who wants to do it!

THE LAST: 1. Drink: green tea with raspberries 2. Phone call: my mom 3. Text message: my “”best friend”” (??) 4. Song you listened to: Taste in Men by Placebo 5. Time you cried: earlier this afternoon wow HAVE YOU: 6. Dated someone twice: yeah 7. Kissed someone and regretted it: not that I recall 8. Been cheated on: yes 9. Lost someone special: that’s all I do can’t wait for the next one 10. Been depressed: that’s all I do pt2 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: no

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS: 12. Green 13. Black 14. Dark blue IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU: 15. Made new friends: yes 16. Fallen out of love: no 17. Laughed until you cried: yes 18. Found out someone was talking about you: can’t recall but probably not like it’s not like people actually spend time talking about me 19. Met someone who changed you: hahahahaHA 20. Found out who your friends are: no 21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: no GENERAL: 22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: a big chunk of them 24. Do you want to change your name: no 25. What did you do for your last Birthday: had some people I care about over and we baked and listened to terrible music 26. What time did you wake up: 7am 27. What were you doing at midnight last night: sleeping 28. Name something you can’t wait for: honest to god,dying 29. When was the last time you saw your mom: 10 mins ago 30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: the fact that I am alive honestly 31. What are you listening right now: Days Before You Came by Placebo 32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: can’t recall 33. Something that is getting on your nerves: the fact that I really just want to planly talk about some issues with someone but it doesn’t really look like it’s gonna happen so I think I’ll just kill myself honestly 34. Most visited Website: Tumblr, Twitter, YouTube and my university website LOST QUESTIONS 35. Mole/s: quite a few 36. Mark/s: scars anywhere on my body cause that’s how you love your body right 37. Childhood dream: to be forever friends with my at-the-time best friend,become a dancer or a biology student 38. Haircolour: green 39. Long or short hair: long 40. Do you have a crush on someone: HAHAHAHAHA 41. What do you like about yourself: my mortality cause that means I get to possibly die at any time honestly. Grateful (but also my hair,eyebrows and tattoos) 42. Piercings: 3 on my right ear and 1 on my left, but 3 of them are stretched 44. Nickname: Miki,Pipi,Green,Baby 45. Relationship status: willing to die 46. Zodiac: Pisces 47. Pronouns: She/her/them/they 48. Favourite TV Show: OITNB,Sense8? Not sure 49. Tattoos: a lot but hopefully more to come 50. Right or left hand: right 51. Surgery: my shoulder got fucked up once 52. Hair dyed in different color: black, red, purple, dark red, green, slightly blue 53. Sport: I run in the country and mess around on my friend’s skateboard 55. Vacation: I don’t know/care as long as there’s silence and trees and cold weather 56. Pair of trainers: 2 MORE GENERAL:

57. Eating: nothing 58. Drinking: water 59. I’m about to: cry probably 61. Waiting for: the moment I go to bed so I can pretend I am dead 62. Want: TO DIE THANKS FOR ASKING or in alternative to feel whole 63. Get married: as if that was ever going to happen AS IF I was going to make it to that age AS IF anyone could ever love me. unrealistic and not willing to 64. Career: I literally hope I die before that even becomes a serious issue cause there’s nothing that excited me or that I am able to do so unless it’s me lying underground or me sitting in a library then I hope it’s not gonna happen WHICH IS BETTER 65. Hugs or kisses: nobody’s willing to touch me and I’m not willing to be touched 66. Lips or eyes: eyes 67. Shorter or taller: taller 68. Older or younger: older 70. Nice arms or nice stomach: what the fuck 71. Sensitive or loud: sensitive 72. Hook up or relationship: none is going to happen but relationship 73. Troublemaker or hesitant: what the fuck again HAVE YOU EVER:

74. Kissed a stranger: no 75. Drank hard liquor: yes 76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: yes 77. Turned someone down: yes 78. Sex in the first date: no 79. Broken someone’s heart: who the fuck knows,I think so 80. Had your heart broken: all the time that’s my favourite activity 81. Been arrested: no 82. Cried when someone died: yes 83. Fallen for a friend: all I do pt3 DO YOU BELIEVE IN: 84. Yourself: ............. 85. Miracles: no 86. Love at first sight: fucking no 87. Santa Claus: no 88. Kiss on the first date: who the fuck cares 89. Angels: no OTHER: 90. Current best friends name: Arianna,Alessia,Izabela and Alice which is a lot of As 91. Eyecolour: dark brown 92. Favorite movie: The Hours I think

#personal shit #i am sad and upset can't you tell

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tagged by @niyura!

rules: answer the questions in a new post and tag blogs.

a - age: 24

b - birthplace: Dublin, Ireland.

c - current time: 23:04.

d - drink you had last: water.

e - easiest person to talk to: my amazing hubby @mister-migraine, my rl bestie Pat, and the loves of my life, @deuxavy @antimatterghost @kibumunnie @lexi-little-italy @kitkatbooboo

f - favorite song: this changes often, but CURRENTLY, my favouriteS are: Black and Gold - Mount Tyrant; Blindfold - Sleeping Wolf; and Placebo - The New Age.

g - grossest memory: let’s not go there.

h - horror yes or no: not a chance.

i - in love? with so many people.

j - jealous of people? nope.

k - killed someone? not for lack of trying.

l - love at first sight or should i walk past again? do you mean someone falling for me? It’s either love at first sight or run the fuck the other way. People love or hate/are scared of me, there’s not a whole lot of middle ground.

m - middle name - *sigh*. Mary.

number of siblings:  8.

o - one wish:  to write stories that change the world for the better.

p - person i called last: I never call anyone, but the last call I received was from my dad.

q - question you’re always asked: ‘are you for real?’ The answer: yes, always. Fight me, fucker.

r - reason to smile:  Catherynne Valente is a person who exists, humans glow in the dark, and I finally discovered why the Abrahamic religions are homophobic (long story short, the goddess-worshiping religions of the same area in the same time had sacred sex workers who were male and had sex with men, so gay sex = associated with pagan deities.) That’s not exactly a cool thing, but I LOVE finally getting an answer to a question that’s driven me nuts for years.

s - song you last sang: I think it might have been Explode by Written By Wolves. But I’m not sure. I sing along with stuff a lot.

t - time you woke up:  about 7:15am.

u - underwear color: right now? Boring black.

v - vacation: I don’t want to go on one, and if I was dragged somewhere, I would want to be left in peace to read my books.

w - worst habit: um. Starting fights debates with everyone about literally everything?

x - xrays: ...random, okay. I had x-rays a few months ago done on both my hands, while they were still trying to figure out what the fuck is wrong with them. (Spoiler alert: fibromyalgia is just a fancy way of saying ‘we have no fucking clue.’)

y - your favorite food:  inari sushi, Finnish mudcake.

z - zodiac sign: Pisces.

Tagging: @lexi-little-italy @kibumunnie @kitkatbooboo @deuxavy @antimatterghost @mister-migraines @smokethroughgrittedteeth @paint-music-with-me-larry @themasquewewear

#meme thing #personal