#i'm taking it as a monkees take sorry- look this is me when i too show music i like on tumblr- but peter tork!!

[jacevelaryonswife]

I’m not your steppin’ stone

Just like the Disney tales, your love story with Jace started in a drinking contest when you almost threw up on him.

pairing: Jacaerys Velaryon x Fem!Reader — Aegon’s participation.

a/n: Since I became obsessed with modern!hotd guys I thought I'd write this. Originally it would be called “I'm not your steppin' stong” because the monkees song, but I didn't think it would match. This is would be a short series (I think 💀)

warnings: alcohol and drugs consumption, curse words, fluffy and humor. +18.

“Hi, I’m Jace, but I know you know that.” He held out his hand towards you with a wide smile on his face.

“Hi Jace.” Taking his hand with a sideways smile, you said your name before repeating his earlier sentence. “But I know you know that.”

Alcohol was a funny thing. Normally Jace wasn't afraid to approach girls, he was handsome, confident and kind, but there was so much about you that intimidated him. Your posture, your beauty, your intelligence… all based on opinions taken 10 minutes ago — when you first met. Again, alcohol was a funny thing as any inhibitions that would have him not reaching out to you were completely broken when he took three shots of vodka (who had that shitty idea?). Despite your presence, your friends looked at him curiously as he approached.

You thought he was cute with his flushed cheeks, bright eyes and sweet smile, and the curls that fell over his shoulder. He was handsome and made you smile open like a teenager. Before everything starts to blur.

Oh no.

“You've probably heard this but you're so pretty and smart you'll finish college at 21 that's wow I wish I was your friend or boyf-“

Somewhere between Jade's incredibly quick words (was his name Jade?) your head turned strong and the growing sensation in your stomach made you take a few steps back.

“Ouh, I think I’m going to throw up.”

Jace stopped talking abruptly, expression mildly shocked and hurt by your rudeness. “Oh… I'm sorry if I was intrusive but if you didn't feel like me there was no need to be rude.”

"Dude, I think she's being literal." A voice behind you says, you think it’s your bestfriend Rylie. “WHERE IS THE FUCKING BATHROOM?”

"Fuck." You murmured, being dragged by him to the other room. The burning in your stomach and throat being too unbearable not to give in.

Your perception didn't catch Jace coming up behind you two or the "Oh fuck fuck fuck" he said when he understood the situation. He preempted opening the bathroom door and turning on the light, lifting the toilet seat for you. (He’s a fucking gentleman).

It was one of the most humiliating things you've ever been through in public. Lucky for you, you didn't know those people and you wouldn't see them again (most of them). The only thing you could say with propriety after being picked up by Jace and cleaned up by Rylie was:

"Don't let Aegon know about this."

The rest of the night was a blurry mess on the way home.

However, it wasn't your intention to get drunk at a major college frat party — the reason was entirely self-explanatory. However, when Cregan, your friend Sara's idiot brother, bet $50 that he could beat anyone in a drinking contest a small, sudden urge to challenge him sparked in you. A small, almost unnoticed urge. You ignored it and went back to paying attention to your friends' conversation, but another idiot named Blah Blah (you didn't remember his name) raised the bet to 100 dollars and decided that vodka would be the drink. Interesting.

"You go? It would be awesome to see Cregan's face when he loses." Sara suggested, enjoying the thought.

“Getting drunk at a frat party? No fucking way.” You replied, dismissing the idea quickly.

Although. The main factor was yet to come.

The Idiot Master and leader of the frat: Aegon.

“100? You are so cute. I bet 150 on whoever beats me.” He took $50 out of his wallet and dropped it into the glass in the center of the table. “Ladies.”

Ok, that was really attractive. Your friends practically yelled at you to go, saying they would have your back and not leave your side when (and if) you won. "We're not going to let any idiot take advantage of you." Rylie assured. The encouragement was almost suffocating, making you give in.

As you approached the edge of the round table, looking curiously into the glass and leaving twenty dollars, Aegon smiled at the sight. “Only this love, have so little faith in you?” He teased with a side smile, receiving your response in the same tone when you rested your hands on the table and tilted your head:

"I don't want to humiliate you when I win."The guys' screams almost had you rolling your eyes in amusement, keeping your gaze fixed on the blonde in front of you.

"And that's how we start the fucking drinking contest!" He yelled excitedly.

Soon, other participants began to arrive around the table, adding up to a total of six. Aegon invited his younger brother Aemond, who just declined with a "Fuck no." Blah Blah abstained from the dispute and remained as judge of the competition. A girl named Baela and a dude named Criston got together, making Aegon smile. Finally, there he was, with animated puppy eyes. His name was Jace and from what the blonde bitch said, he didn't have much resistance when it came to alcohol, but he would participate for fun. Apparently everyone at the table knew each other with exection to you.

For a short time.

Blah Blah boy took advantage of the situation to suggest a dynamic between the participants. The six will be in front of a person at the table, with whom they will share the glasses, during the competition those involved can ask and provoke each other, however, interactions can only last 10 seconds and only the person with the bottle can ask.

He was almost a genius.

Sorting out the participants, Aegon was ahead of Cregan — a little irritated that he wasn't directly competing with you, who was paired with his nephew Jace, while Criston and Baela were facing each other.

“I think you’re making it easy for her.” Kicking off the provocations before the competition, the Targaryen told Blah Blah: “Jace will clearly be the first eliminated, he's a good boy."

"Probably." The guy in front of you nodded in amusement before his eyes fell directly on you, surprised by your next attitude.

“I like good boys.” You smile was sideways and seductive, looking from Aegon to Jace. If they wanted to play, you're game.

Oh fuck.

“Then you should be against me, love.” The blonde snapped, returning the same smile to you. Before a smart answer could come out of your mouth, Jace anticipated him by fucking his uncle.

His eyes were fully on yours as he pointed with his thumb at the older boy. “I wouldn't recommend it unless you want to get oral herpes.”

Your companions and you genuinely laughed at the expense of Aegon, who was totally in the game. He was a little shit, but so was Jace in his response. You liked it. After Aegon told him to fuck off, Blah Blah began the contest. Fun fact: you hated vodka.

Aegon was the first to pour himself and tip the glass, trying to ease the grimace. "Ok princess, what's your name?"

You replied calmingly, not wanting to drop the subject. Not because of him, but being among unknown people who knew each other was a little uncomfortable. “And yours, princess?” Your tone was playful, mimicking him.

The confused expression on the older Targaryen's face was definitely not the "princess", but the fact that you didn't know him. This made Cregan smile outright before tipping his glass and saying, "This is going to be fun."

Taking the bottle from his friend's hand, Jace — who was totally interested in knowing about you — filled the glass and made a complete face as he drank the vodka. You didn't spare the little smile at his reaction, which encouraged him to ask:

"What course do you study? Are you a freshman?”

Usually frat parties attracted the same group of people, but not everyone was there out of habit. Jace didn't usually go to all the parties, and he was pretty sure you didn't either. He didn't know why, he just felt it.

“I'm a senior undergraduate in agronomy, I'm almost finishing actually.” You answered.

“Uh, what-what does a professional in your field do?”

It was a common question for you, but very difficult to answer in less than 10 seconds (that's what you said to the Velaryon boy before Blah Blah ended the interactions time). It was your round, and as you didn't intend to embarrass yourself in front of the guys and girl, you calmly poured the vodka into the glass and drank it as if you were drinking water, no grimaces showing. How you hated vodka.

Sending Aegon a knowing look before the others could smirk at your attitude, you glanced at the guy on your right, Criston. "You really don't seem to attend frat parties." He looked mature and older than the other guys and girls, which caught your attention. You didn't want to be around a possible perv who only dates freshman girls.

“I don't actually attend, I'm grad student and I just wanted to see how the guys are doing.” He replied in a soft voice.

Ahh.

Passing the bottle to the girl with white hair and the almost mischievous smile who drank it quickly, with a brief grimace. “So Aeg, what's it like not to be recognized by a girl?”

The entire table shared her mood, smiling again at the blonde's expense.

“It is really devastating. I feel like a part of my heart has been stabbed by forgetfulness.” He scoffed in a serious tone, causing Aemond to huff as he walked past to grab something from the fridge. “Criston.” He pointed at the guy next to him. “Do the honors.”

With a grimace similar to Baela's, Criston drank and was calm in picking up the bottle and drinking the vodka, passing it to Aegon. “You’re a jerk.” He said.

“Why is everyone attacking me? Just because I'm going to win?" The Targaryen complained smugly, filling the small glass to the brim. “Agronomy girl, how old are you?”

“20.”

“What? And you are already finishing?” Jace asked out of turn, genuinely surprised.

“I will end up with twen-.” At the same moment you answered. Blah Blah interrupted the interaction.

"Dude, you can't talk when you don't have the bottle!”

“Sorry. What? Why not? You said whoever has the bottle can ask, but you didn't limit who can answer.” Jace complained, feeling warm from the drink.

“I… Okay, new rule: anyone not mentioned can't speak!”

“What if I want to mention someone outside of the conversation, can that person speak up?”

When I said that Blah Blah was almost a genius, I was exaggerating. You could really see the effort he was making to think, deciding that yes, fuck it, you can talk.

"So Jace, I'm going to end up with 21 actually." Your answer was not interrupted this time.

“How?”

“TIME IS OVER, NEXT!”

Jace was actually the first to leave the competition, with only three shots of vodka. He was red and hot, his head already started to spin a little. It was totally fun actually and he was totally into you. Damn it, you were savage and seductive, but also smooth. The alcohol was probably clouding his judgment, but he knew he needed your number. That's why even after self-eliminating, the Elder Velaryon continued around.

As the rounds went by, he got bolder and gradually got behind you. Normally he wouldn't dare so much (what the fuck was in that vodka?) but he knew there was a possibility that Aegon might try something on you, so his hand landed on your back as he whispered into your hair, close to your ear: “Defeat his ass, princess.”

You felt that. Turning to face him with a naughty smile and whispering on his lips: “Your request is an order.”

Oh fuck. He totally felt that too.

When the urge to pee and sit momentarily was too much to support, Jace went to the bathroom and spent a short time there, laughing about how funny the light was (maybe he shouldn't have tried marijuana before either).

At the end of the competition when Cregan was defeated, only Aegon and you were left at the table. Your badass posture had already been shaken and when you took the seventh shot it was hard to disguise the bitter grimace because of the ardor in your stomach and throat. Okay, maybe you were praying he would fold because you sure as hell couldn't take two more shots. If this worked? Aegon turned to vomit into the sink behind him. Holy fuck.

“Fuck, you're tough.” He admitted as he turned back to face you. “I fucking give up.” He almost laughed when he put his hands on the table and you swear you heard the screams of your friends and other people. A smile radiated across your face as you let yourself relax and take the money from the center of the table.

"Thanks love." You imitated him previously, clearly affected by alcohol. Your friends arrived behind you, where they never fully left.

He chuckled at your tone, nearly leaning across the table. "I'll bet you $50 that you'll be throwing up by the end of the night."

"I doubt it."

And here you were, held to your feet by Rylie and Jace as you slipped out of the bathroom. After Blah Blah yelled that you were his cool new friend, you left the party carried by your friends and the handsome brunette looking at you with worried eyes. "I'm fine." You assured, smiling drunk and happy.

“Can you let me know when you get home? To find out if she's okay." Jace asked your friend, grabbing his Instagram before watching him go. He wasn't proud of searching your account for your friend's, but fuck it, you only live once. And he sure wanted to see you again.

#jacaerys x reader #jacaerys velaryon x you #jacaerys velaryon #harry collett #modern headcanons #jacaerys velaryon x reader #modern!jacaerys #modern jace #modern hotd #aegon targaryen x reader #aegon x reader #aegon ii #aegon targaryen

[angryfistman]

I'm back and YOUR STUFF IS SO KLSFGDMMMMM like I spent the last like 8 minutes juST GRINNING okay so I would like to request Iwaizumi, Semi, + Tanaka (or whoever!!) reacting to finding out their S/O is a musician (like would they sing along? or request songs? or???? idk? 💕🥺)

the way i adore u smh🙏

so i think imma take this is different directions for the different heathens bc idk what u meant by musician😽😽 i hope u like it!!!

also i never write for semi & iwa so im sorry if its trash🤧🤧

iwaizumi

so setting the stage

you’re a relatively successful but smaller musician

like corpse size

hes heard you sing sooo many times before

he loves your voice and it calms him down whether he would admit it or not

safe to say hes got your pretty little voice memorized in his lil ol heart💔

you always try to get him into more music too💔

so when a new song pops up on his recommendations on his gym playlist he ofc gives it a listen

to his surprise what he hears is the voice he swears he has memorized

he’s obviously very confused because you had never mentioned making music but he ✨swears✨ that it is in fact your voice

i feel like he wouldn’t even really tip toe around asking you

he would just straight up be like

“this sounds a lot like you, is it?”

and ur just like

“yeah thats me”

and boy is he CONFUSED

cause why did you never mention it??? you know he loves you and he would support you no matter what

you rlly put out the whole

“you never asked and it just never got brought up lol”

🤡🖤

as he puts the weights down, a new song starts to play. the music fills his ears and suddenly as the first verse starts he stops. he swears that’s you. he would know your voice anywhere. but you hadn’t told him about making any music. surely that’s something you would tell him right? and something he would surely remember. so he decides to text you.

quickly copying the link to the song and opening up his texts, he types,

“hey this sounds a lot like you? is it?” and with it, the link.

surely enough, not even a minute later you respond with,

“yeah lol”

“do you like it?”

he’s surprised that you’re being so casual about it. i mean this is something he thought you would have told him.

“why did you not tell me you made music? and of course i liked it”

he sent back.

and with a simple response from you,

“idk it just never really came up? and its not like you asked”

after that he added all of your songs to his playlists and listened as he went about his day. this was definitely something he could get used to. now he can listen to you to calm him even when you’re both busy.

semi

so for semi im gonna say ur the lead singer of a band

im pretty sure he ends up being a musician so obviously theres a love for music there

that’s something y’all would definitely bond over

so its safe to say y’all have probably played music before

he would probably end up knowing you’re in a band pretty quickly

you dont want him thinking you’re ditching him or something 💔

he’d probably find out because one day you’re just like

“hey!! do u wanna come to a gig my band and i are playing?”

and obviously hes not gonna say no

👏COUPLE👏JAM👏SESSIONS👏

sing to the idiot when he gets mad plz

playing music together was a daily occurrence with the two of you. both of you had a passion for music that you bonded over. it was as much part of your relationship as you yourselves were. so when you stopped him with,

“oh oh! wait!! i forgot to ask! my band and i are playing a gig tomorrow night! do you wanna come? i really want you to!”

he raised his eyebrows in confusion and asked,

“since when are you in a band? but of course i will”

“honestly i have no clue! but now you do! and pog champ kind sir! you better hype us up or there will be a problem!”

“you know i will”

he said with a scoff.

tanaka

ok for this one you play bass!!

he loves music yes

but he has bo musical knowledge beyond

“ooh monkee brain thinkz this iz good”

he has probably seen your bass sooo many times when he comes over but pays no mind to it

when he finds out it’s probably because he comes over when you’re playing,,,

you probably will have to answer all of his questions

and tell him that there is in fact a difference between bass and guitar

he probably wants you to teach him a little bit

he gives me the vibe that he would either play bass or drums in a band au

as you were practicing bass, you were so focused that you didn’t hear tanaka knock on your door or see him walk in. tanaka just stands and stares at you in pure confusion. since when did you play guitar? since when did you HAVE a guitar? after you finally realize he’s there, you let out a small shreik and kick his leg.

“why are you just standing there staring?!?!! you scared me!!!”

“you play guitar? why didn’t you tell me!”

you just look at him with an exasperated look on your face. first he scared you then he calls your baby a guitar? surely he’s trying to fight.

“ok for one! shes not a guitar! shes a bass! and for two! i didn’t think i needed to. she’s always on her stand its not hard to see.”

“oh, why does it only have four strings?”

“thats what a lot of basses are like babe. some have more but most standard basses only have the four.”

after that he continued to bombard you with questions and requests. though shortly after that he started asking if you could teach him some things.

————————————————————sorry this took so long!!! i wanted to make sure that i didn’t just rush through it and make something i like lol i hope its ok!!!

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #tanaka #tanaka ryuunosuke #ryuunosuke tanaka #ryuunosuke tanaka x reader #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu hcs #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi headcanons #iwaizumi x reader #semi eita hcs #semi eita x reader #semi eita #eita semi imagine #haikyuu headcanons #hajime iwaizumi

[princessanneftw]

Hello again, this is not the third chapter of Sick Tim fic but a new one shot, that came in my mind while listening to one of my favourite songs.

I'm a Believer

Tim couldn't believe his luck. He was at Balmoral sitting by the river, his guitar by his side, a very interesting book in his hand and a thermos filled with hot tea next to his chair, feeling content. No, more than content. He was happy. He thought after the scandal in April he would be hunting jobs not fish. But Her Majesty surprised him again. She refused his resignation, supporting his love for her daughter and to make things better, she invited him to Balmoral for the summer with the family, not as a working equerry but as Tim. He was sure all of that was thanks to his lovely Anne. She must explained everything to her parents and siblings, otherwise he would be dead by now, accused of treason. Anne, the sweet sensible woman with a hard facade but a very kind and soft heart, a very beautiful smile and...

He was pulled out of his thoughts by the sound of children laughing and adults scolding them. Apparently the family decided to picnic here today. Soon Peter, Zara and little Prince William came running followed by Her Majesty holding little Harry's hand, the Duke of Edinburgh and the rest of the family. The last one was Anne, who smirked when she saw him. “Traitor", he thought fondly, but quickly got to his feet.

“Your Majesty, Your Royal Highnesses" he greeted them while catching Zara who bolted to hug him.

"Commander here you are! We were looking for you in the castle to join us, but we couldn't find you. Peter said you'd surely be here, so we decided to join you instead.” Queen Elizabeth said good naturedly.

"He did, did he?” Tim said glaring discreetly at his lover who was acting too innocent. This was their spot, so he knew she must’ve been the one who told Peter about it. "I'm sorry Ma'am, I thought I wasn't needed." The Queen only waved off his apology and started to take food containers from the bag Charles put by her feet.

“Come on Tim, help the lads set the picnic if you would." said Prince Philip. "Anne, give the bag to the Commander and come help me set up the barbecue. I don't trust your brothers. They could set water on fire.." He added, which caused said brothers to protest in indignation.

Tim walked up to Anne.

"Princess." He said between gritted teeth aware of all the eyes staring at them.

“Commander." She replied smirking sweetly.

“So it was Peter?" He asked only to receive a shrug in response and an “I don't know what you're talking" from the devilishly smiling princess.

Tim helped with the picnic setting, chased the kids around for a little bit then returned to his chair, to leave the family at ease and trying but failing to keep his eyes away from his lover. Using all his willpower, he concentrated on his book and soon he zoned out and was immersed in his reading, only to emerge when he felt a hand on his shoulder. It was Prince Edward.

"Come join us for lunch!” He said. “We were calling your name for the last 5 minutes, couldnt you hear us?"

“Sorry." said Tim red faced.

"Come on mate, no need to apologise." Edward said with a pat on Timothy's shoulder

He joined the party and answered Prince Charles’s questions about the book he was reading. It was about ships maintenance, which laid to an animated discussion with the Duke of Edinburgh and Prince Andrew.

His nerves were settling finally but than Prince William had to ask: "Is that a guitar? I have a toy one I share with Harry!” Of course they saw it, and he thought he’d hid it well with his jacket.

"Yes.” He answered smiling at the little prince. “I bet you play yours better than I do.”

"I didn't know you play guitar?" asked the Queen

He was about to answer when Zara raced him to that.

“He does Granny! When he was watching us the other day and I got bored, he played it for me and even taught me and Peter a little bit.”

“He is good and even sang to Zara his second favourite song." Peter added.

“Would please play it for us?" Asked Princess Diana.

“P-Pardon?" He asked embarrassed. He couldn't believe his ears, and the little devil that he foolishly fell in love with was barely containing her luagher.

"I said would you please play the guitar for us?" Repeated Diana.

“I don't think I'm that good, Ma'am, the kids are just exaggerating.”

“Come on Timothy, the truth only comes from the mouth of babes. Just a little song?" said Charles.

“If you would please Timothy, it will be pleasant if you'll play and sing your favourite song, not second favourite." The Queen asked teasing.

With that said, Tim face was as red as a tomato and Anne was openly laughing at him. He glanced at her, smirked then got up to get his guitar. 'Let’s see if you'll be still laughing at me Anne'

And he started playing. It was not the original song but a cover sang by its writer, a 23 years old song that he thought described his emotional state better than any words.

He sang, eyes unfocused, voice carried by the wind, melodic and beautiful.

I thought love was only true in fairy tales

Meant for someone else, but not for me

Love was out to get me

That's the way it seemed

Disappointment haunted all of my dreams

Focusing his eyes on his heart’s desire for long seconds then looking ather family's faces, he continued.

Then I saw her face

Now I'm a believer

Not a trace

Of doubt in my mind

I'm in love

Now I'm a believer, I couldn't leave her if I tried....

Not that I tried.

When the letters were leaked he had choosed to resign rather than to cut ties with Anne. He preferred to be jobless than living without her in his life.

I thought love was more or less a giving thing

Seems the more I gave, the less I got

What's the use in trying?

All you get is pain

When I needed sunshine, I got rain

He smiled at the kids and locked his eyes with his princess. He couldn't forget how dull life was before Anne, the daily routine of work work work. Now, the way her smile and laugher brightened his days, how her letters and thoughts comforted his nights when he couldn't take her in his arms, was what made his life worth living.

Then I saw her face

now I'm a believer

Not a trace

of doubt in my mind

I'm in love

and I'm a believer, I couldn't leave her, if I tried...

Not that I tried.

Love was out to get me

That's the way it seemed

Disappointment haunted all of my dreams

Then I saw her face

now I'm a believer

Not a trace, of doubt in my mind

I'm in love

And I'm a believer, I couldn't leave her if I tried

Not that I tried

No, not if I tried.

He finished his song and looked at her. She was softly smiling, hugging tightly her daughter sitting on her lap, eyes sparkling with unshed tears. The other ladies tearing a bit. Suddenly William started clapping, Harry mimicking his brother then Peter and Zara and even little Beatrice, she clapped when she saw her cousins do so. Soon all of their party followed suit.

"You have fallen really hard my boy. May God be with you, it's not an easy path.” said Philip.

The moment was interrupted by one of the aides, after having permission from the Queen he addressed Tim.

"Commander, your mother is on the phone, she wants to speak with you.”

Tim looked at The Queen.

"Ma'am, if I may?" he asked

“Of course Commander. Tell her I'm sending my greetings".

He collected his guitar, jacket, thermos and book and with a last look at Anne face, he bowed his head and left.

Fin

The song is written by Neil Diamond for "The Monkees" and was top hit in 1966, but the slow version sang by Neil himself in 1967 is my favourite. I wasn't of course born yet but it's one of my favourite songs in the world.

Also I don't know it Tim plays guitar or not but it's my headcanon

* * *

I’ve honestly never given any thought to whether he can play any instruments omg this is bloody adorable. The sweetest headcanon. And I’ve never given the acoustic version of that song a listen, I must do now. Thank you so much for sending this, it’s made me go all soft and fluffy ☺️

#fANNEfiction #drowning in feels #i will go down with this ship #send help #submission

[sherlockmonkeesstartrek]

8, 18, 23, 24, 29, 45, 55, 62 , 74, 77, 86,

Thank you for asking me

8: Girls… (finish the sentence); Boys… (finish the sentence)

Girl(s) you look mighty good to me, and I know that you’ve got to be, the kind of girl I could love. And… that Boy(s) wants you back again XD Shameless lyric references but they were the first things that came into my mind

18: Do you believe in karma?

Good question. I’ve never asked myself that one before. I kind of do, though I don’t actively avoid doing something in fear of getting something back, because I’m a shit person. If I do something bad or whatever, I accept that I’ll probably get my comeuppance.

23: How do you vent your anger?

I write. Of course, I do XD When I’m really mad, I often write erotica, which is an odd connection, but yeah…

24: Do you have a collection of anything?

Vinyl for one; I have so many that people have given me, like my mum’s old singles and this guy from the place I work gave me piles of them because he had to move house and couldn’t take them all. Then I have the ones that I’ve bought, scouting around second-hand record shops. I’ve spent way too much on them.

Badges. My favourite ones I pin on my deerstalker hat that I wear all the time (like the one you made me @dream_pro

And finally, notebooks. I have over 60, around 50 of which are completely filled up. They’re all different shapes and sizes and I started keeping all my ones from the age of 12 so it’s really interesting to see how I’ve changed.

29: Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens?

Ghosts, I really don’t know. Aliens, I would say yes. Its silly to believe we are the only planet in the entire universe to be populated. And I’m convinced that Klingons will invade us all one day. XD

45: What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had?

Umm, I’m not sure. I’ve managed not to break a bone in my body as of yet. I guess I could say this one time where I got a crick in my neck and basically couldn’t lift my head off my bed for two days. I looked really lopsided for a while because one shoulder was a lot higher than the other, all hunched up because I’d somehow fucked up the muscles.

55: Love or lust?

XD which do I prefer or…? Well, I’m quite sceptical of love. I don’t think I’ve ever been in it. I like to think that it exists, but I don’t know. Whereas, I love lust. I seem to fall into lust so often. Anything that gives me pleasure I’m all for. I don’t know if that answers the question.

62: What’s your favourite animal?

It used to be horses when I was younger, and I do still love them, but I have to say dogs. They’re just too cute and loyal.

74: What’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it?

I have to pick just one?! If I do, its I’m A Believer by The Monkees. It reminds me of when I was younger, my dad used to play it on guitar and me and my sister used to sing to it. Good memories

77: How can I win your heart?

You personally? You’ve already got it XD But anyone else, if you’re intelligent, patient (because you’d have to be to put up with me) and passionate, then you’ve got me. You also have to be willing to put up with or enjoy the music I like and the fandoms I love.

86: Basic question; what’s your favourite colour/colours?

Purple. Simple. 😉