#me when i get a hot barber meme

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Jeremy when him get a hot barber :V xDD

#the simpsons #jeremy jailbird #edit #the simpsons edit #jeremy #screenshot #jailbird #jeremy turley #snake #snake jailbird #turley #me when i get a hot barber #puppy eyes #meme #tiktok #gayboy #me when i get a hot barber meme #eyes #gay #tiktok memes #the simpsons season 34 #the simpsons memes #gay eyes #gay dude #queer #reddit

[quetzalpapalotl]

reverse hot take meme: tell me why I should care about Prowl?

I assume you’re talking about IDW1 Prowl. Truly I love him. I love how everyone is so passionate about him whether they love him or hate him. Mmm this was a fun ask and it got long, so under a cut it goes!

He seems like a good character to me, because I can always see where he’s coming from, even if he’s what we call an awful person. I think Prowl is the Phase 2 character with the most cohesion across his different writers. I know that may sound strange, Barber, Roche, and Roberts write him with a different flavor, yes, but I think they all have the same core understanding and just focus on different things according to their respective genres.

For example, JRo’s Prowl feels way pettier and more emotional than Barber’s, which fits with how Mtmte puts a lot of focus on interpersonal flaws. However, I’d argue Barber’s Prowl is just as petty, I mean *point to the whole ordeal with Spike on Earth* or like, he’s willing to let Caminus die so that Starscream doesn’t try to rule all the galaxy which while Starscream did wanted to control the Colonies, he would not start a war against the cosmos again, he knows better than that. Prowl’s motivations are influenced by the fact that he hates the Decepticons and he can’t let Starscream win, but he’s able to rationalize his actions so he can keep telling himself he’s entirely reasonable.

But you asked me to give you specifically reasons to care about him, so I will argue he’s a lot like Megatron (and oh, Prowl would flip a table if he heard me, that’s so fun):

Both Prowl and Megatron are people extremely Machiavellian and willing to do anything for their specific vision of the Greater Good and both are lacking in self awareness and won’t admit to their actual motivations or that their methods are antithetical to their supposed goals. There are both convinced they are the only one that can do what needs to be done. To Prowl’s credit, he’s far less vainglorious, while Prowl does want credit, he doesn’t need a whole cult to worship him. Prowl wants influence rather than power and unlike Megatron he doesn’t actually like violence. He’s actually quite disgusted by it, which is part of the reason he needs other people do it for him.

But both run on paranoia, spite and a need to be war. They both need the war to give them meaning. Again, to be fair to Prowl, I think he actually does genuinely want the vision he claims to want, but anything else will mean he was wrong and all the things he did was maybe not as justified so he has dug himself into a hole of keeping the war running until he gets his desired ending or his whole idea of himself falls apart. While Megatron will use this unrealistic vision to have an excuse to keep on fighting because fighting is what gives him meaning.

Okay yeah, they’re not exactly the same, but they do have neat parallels and you like Megatron, right?

Prowl feels deeply tragic to me, because while he was always kind of a prick, his pre-war self really did seem to operate on a belief that rules and order are good. He had a lot of ideas of the old Cybertron internalizes, yes, but he does attempt to make things better for everyone. He prevents Sentinel from eradicating the Decepticons, he tries to stand against corruption, tries to keep Orion in check. Yet everything still goes to hell, so he sort of goes “fine, if everyone is going to make compromises I will too, except I will do the right ones because I can tell what they are” and now he’s trapped in a cage of his own doing and he’s aware of it but too deep in his own head to change even when he wants to. There’s some delicious irony because more than anything Prowl wants to be understood, but he won’t value anyone’s input over his own.

He's interesting, there's a lot to chew about him. He's a good character. This is fiction so I think that more important than anything else you can say about him. Thinking about Prowl is endlessly entertaining, he's so full of pathos and irony.

Also fun fact: he's Barber's favorite character dasfhgjsa, I believe that, Barber has such fun playing with him. I think JRo also mentioned him being a favorite at some point(?)

#be grateful i skipped the comparison between eugenesis and idw1 prowl #quetzal rambles tf

[hermannsthumb]

The tanning+ beach!!

I imagine Newt looking very attractive with a light tan uwu🌟

Meanwhile, poor Hermann can't get a tan because his skin is too fair :p

7. Beach + 22. Tanning

from summer prompts meme here

AHH i've been wanting to write a beach fic for these boys for SO LONG, thjank u... entirely sfw but newt wishes it wasnt. also i will in fact plug my favorite beach trip fic i've read for the boys if you want a proper not-ficlet beach fic (the rush of the sea by rednights)

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When they reach the top of the dune, Hermann pauses, shifting his tote bag in his hand and eyeing the ocean apprehensively. It’s a beautiful day, particularly for a beach trip, clear and breezy out—though looking at Hermann, you'd think otherwise. It’s hot as shit but it sure as hell beats sweating their asses off back in their little rental cottage. Newt should’ve known that anything being advertised as having a vintage chic aesthetic was actually code for no A/C but we’ll provide you with a single window fan that hasn’t worked right in twenty years, but it was cheap, and it was within the budget the PPDC set for them, and Newt already can’t believe they agreed to fund an actual vacation for the two of them, so he’ll take it over a cramped hotel room. Probably an apology present for making them stay in medical for observation for like, three weeks. You drift with a hivemind twice and people start acting like you might snap at any moment. Ridiculous.

Anyway, he understands how Hermann feels, at least. Oceans have been kind of a no-go for the last decade, between the giant aliens and the pollution from the giant aliens. He’s definitely still going to be annoying about it. “What, are you worried another Breach opened up in the Atlantic or something?” he says.

Hermann rolls his eyes, and Newt's heart soars a little. It feels good, like things are still exactly as they should be, to still be able to get a rise out of Hermann with bare minimum effort. “Hardly,” Hermann says. “I was merely taking in the—er—the pleasant scenery.”

Newt looks back at the ocean. Waves, a few seagulls, some long-haired hippie-looking dudes tackling the current with brightly colored surfboards. “You’re checking out the surfers, aren’t you?” he says. “I guess they’re pretttttty hot. Do you go for that thing? Do you want me to grow my hair out even more?” He runs his fingers through his own hair, left untrimmed in the months it’s been since the world didn’t end and slowly on its way to resembling the incredibly unstylish mullet he had when his band was still together. Part of him wants to let it reach that stage just to see what Hermann would do. Cut it off in his sleep? Drag him by the collar of his shirt to a barber shop? Then again, it’s not like Hermann is Dr. Expert Grooming Choices either. He might actually like it.

“Oh, don’t even joke,” Hermann says, though his eyes do trail after the tanned, toned abs of one of the surfers in particular. Newt relieves Hermann of his tote bag, tucking it over his shoulder with his own and their umbrella bag, and takes his hand with a grin.

“I’ll sign up for lessons,” he says. “C’mon, I wanna set up the umbrella before it gets any hotter.”

He helps Hermann navigate down the uneven dune, and then, once he spreads one of their beach blankets out in a nice secluded spot a little bit further down from the surfers, helps Hermann down onto that. Very very secluded. Not because he’s afraid of eye-candy competition or anything like that (he knows he’d demolish anyone who posed a challenge, obviously), but because he doesn’t want to get conked over the head and drown or whatever if one of the surfers loses control of their board. (Plus, Hermann gets shy about PDA, and Newt saw him brush his teeth before they left, which means he might get lucky and score some makeouts.) Then comes the arduous task of putting up the umbrella. First he’s got to dig the hole—then he’s got to twist and twist the sand grabber until he can’t go any deeper—then he’s got to put in the second half of the pole— Hermann watches him with an amused, smug-adjacent smile while Newt sweats and grunts and curses, practically posing on the beach blanket in the shade of his outrageous sunhat.

Hermann's picked a truly bizarre outfit to wear today, one that screams wine mom on a cruise, a complete incongruence with everything else Newt knows about the man. The sunhat compliments a pair of flowy linen pants, a matching linen shirt-blouse-thing, and a pair of transition lenses, on a chain, almost identical to his regular glasses. He’s swapped his Oxfords (thank God for that) with a pair of orthopedic sandals. Not a swimsuit in sight. When Newt asked him about why the hell he owned the ensemble in the first place back when they were getting ready in the rental, he just shook his head at Newt, and said, slowly and solemnly, “Skin cancer is no laughing matter, Newton.”

It's really kind of tragic. Newt would never admit this to anyone, of course, but one of the reasons he picked the beach as their vacation destination was so he could catch a glimpse of a little luminously pale Gottliebian skin. See what Hermann’s hiding under all those layers. Hermann’s reluctance to satiate his curiosity is doing nothing to dispel Newt’s suspicions that the guy might secretly be a vampire, though at least his shyness extends beyond broad sunlight—he’s only let Newt see him without an undershirt twice when they've fooled around together. Those memories sustain Newt now like water for a man dying of thirst. “Almost done,” he grunts, patting sand in a small mound over the base of the umbrella. Hermann makes a face at him when he leaps to his feet.

“Ugh. Newton, you’re getting it everywhere,” he says, and brushes off what must be no more than two grains of sand from the corner of his blanket. “What a mess.” Newt suppresses the urge to level a kick at the sand and really give Hermann a mess to complain about—no beach make-outs for assholes, he reminds himself. He really wants some beach make-outs. Even if Hermann is being a little bit of a princess over everything.

“Sorry, babe,” he says instead, and, after he gets the umbrella lifted up, falls down to his knees to brush off the rest of the pretend grains from the blanket. Though still mourning the lost opportunity of ogling Hermann’s sexy skin, he contents himself with grazing a hand up Hermann’s linen-clad calf and enjoying the little shudder it produces in him. He flutters his eyelashes. “Is that better?”

Hermann smiles and pats his head. Newt flushes, just a little. Hermann's payback for the calf-stroke. “Well done, thank you, Newton. Now,” he digs around in his tote bag and pulls out a comically large bottle of sunblock, the SPF the type you would use on a toddler. (Yet another point for Hermann=vampire.) “Would you like me to put sunscreen on you?” He opens the bottle and squirts a little out into his hand. The noise is unbearably unsexy, like the dregs of a half-empty ketchup bottle, but Hermann’s eyelids are at half-mast as he looks at Newt and rubs the lotion slowly between his palms, and it makes Newt feel kinda warm and shivery. Well. Warmer. He's already pretty sweaty.

“Um. I brought spray-on stuff,” Newt says.

“I’ll be much more thorough than that,” Hermann says. Newt shucks off his loose floral button-down quickly.

Unfortunately, it turns out Hermann isn’t speaking euphemistically. Rather than the slow, sexy back massage Newt had been expecting, maybe with a few kisses or two (if Hermann was feeling it), he gets a shit-ton of cold sunblock slapped haphazardly across his skin by Hermann’s equally cold hands, while Hermann himself gets increasingly grumpy at him for ‘moving too much’. “Keep still,” he snaps. “You’re worse than a bloody toddler. Look, you made me get some on my shirt, you horrid creature."

“I want to swiiiiiim,” Newt whines, wriggling in Hermann’s cold, lotiony grasp. “Are you almost done?”

He shuts up when Hermann reaches a hand around his front and rubs at his abdomen. For a second, at least: it becomes clear (when Hermann squeezes the life out of the lotion bottle again) that he’s not doing it for sexy reasons, but to make sure Newt’s stomach is SPF ten millioned up too. “There,” Hermann finally declares, and wipes his hands off on his linen pants. He does squeeze Newt's waist in parting, though, which feels nice. “You ought to wait fifteen minutes before you go swimming. It needs to set."

“Fifteen minutes,” Newt says. He hums, mock-thoughtful, and glances back at Hermann with a little smile. “What can we do for fifteen minutes?”

“You can put some on me,” Hermann says brightly.

A dutiful fifteen minutes later, Newt trudges into the ocean. It's pretty freezing, actually, a little too much so to be wholly refreshing, and Newt finds himself fighting the current before he’s even made it in up to his knees. Shivering, he calls back to Hermann, “You’re missing out, dude!”

“I’m perfectly content here,” Hermann responds. He looks like some sort of diva-movie star spread out on his little beach blanket, floppy sunhat and linen clothing flapping in the breeze. He flips a page of a book. Light reading, he told Newt earlier while hiding the cover with his hand, which either means it’s something wildly boring (some sort of astrophysics textbook, probably something out of date, because Hermann gets a weird kick out of correcting errors in stuff like that with red pen) or wildly filthy (like the stack of romance novels with shredded shirtless dudes embracing on the cover Newt saw piled up on his nightstand when he busted into Hermann’s bunk to borrow toothpaste one time). The thought of Hermann doing light reading, of relaxing for once, is actually kind of cute. If it’s something dirty, Newt kind of wants to ask him to read some aloud to him later. 

“Enjoying the view?” Newt calls again to be annoying. He flexes one bicep, then poses with both flexed, like some sort of big bodybuilder dude. “I know I’m irr—”

He gets knocked over by a wave. He reacts in time to snatch up his glasses before they get washed away entirely, at least, but it’s little consolation to put them back on when he re-emerges through the sea foam (soaked, dripping, and with sand in various uncomfortable places) and realizes Hermann’s doing a shitty job of hiding a massive grin behind his book. (Which Newt thinks is a romance novel after all.) What a total bitch. 

The sun is hot and high overhead, and Newt jumps waves for a little bit before the skin on his face goes from pleasantly warm to unpleasantly tingly. He doesn’t burn very easily—not as much as Hermann—but he can feel Hermann’s concern that he hasn’t left the water to reapply sunblock yet prickling at the back of his brain. (Drift leftovers, man, why can't they get any of the good stuff.) He’s overdue to annoy Hermann again, anyway, and so he takes great pleasure in dragging himself out of the water and plopping down directly in front of Hermann on the blanket.

“Hi, babe,” he says.

Hermann lowers his book with a smile. “Look at you,” he says. “Scarcely an hour, and you’re already tan as anything." He reaches out and brushes a slender finger across Newt's nose, and Newt wrinkles it at the touch. "Your freckles are quite adorable.”

“Aw, thanks,” Newt says. “You look really hot, you know.”

“Oh?” Hermann says. His smile widens, and he preens a little, straightening his hat and lowering his transition lenses so that Newt can see the crinkling corners of his eyes. “Thank you.”

“Suuuuuper hot,” Newt says. “Too hot, actually. Let me help with that.”

“Oh?” Hermann says. “Oh. No, Newton, don’t! Don’t you dare—” He bats at Newt with his novel, but grinning and undeterred, Newt worms two wet and freezing hands under Hermann’s billowy shirt and leans in to give him a big kiss, soaking his clothing with seawater immediately. “Newton,” Hermann scolds against his mouth, but he returns the kiss and lets Newt push him down onto his back happily and without complaint. The novel drops to the blanket, where Newt promptly drips all over it too. He plucks Hermann’s glasses off entirely and tosses them aside.  

“Much better,” Newt says. Drip, drip. Hermann's hair is wet with seawater.

“You’re a wretched little man,” Hermann says, but he presses a hand to the small of Newt’s back.

#newmann #maria's fanfiction tag #thesundaytea

[gplusbfics]

Garashir Fanfic Roundup - 3/10/22

It probably sounds as unbelievable to followers of this account as it does to me, but I'm considering resuming doing my G&B (and sometimes other ships) fanfic recs. After doing it for 2-3 years, plus reading a few thousand stories, I got burned out (@tinsnip predicted this) and then on top of that my job duties quadrupled as the result of the pandemic. Ergo, nothing but memes for a couples of years. But let's get on with it -- recs! Green by airandangels date: 2012 | word count: 6000 | G/B slash This is a fairly quick read and follows the story of what happens when Garak suggests to Julian that perhaps they push the envelop a bit when it comes to sex. A detailed negotiation occurs around dom/sub, consent, communications, and the pay-off (about half the fic) includes light bondage and is pretty hot.

A Stubbly Pleasure by Allerleirauh date: 2012 | word count: 3000 | G/B slash It starts with Julian talking too much and proceeds to a surprise barber appointment. Julian gets a shave. A CLOSE shave. My fav line (double-entendre): "The soft brush glides over Julian's stubbly skin and the foam is warm and creamy as it's applied to his cheeks and chin."

Not Quite Boston by bmouse date: 2014 | word count: 1100 | G/B slash Julian has been on Cardassia for almost two months, living with Garak, sharing a bedroom (separate bed) and feeling a bit in limbo. Will the time ever be right?

Bridging the Gap by Eve_Louise (Stregatrek) date: 2016 | word count: 4800 | G/B pre-slash Julian has taken to actually inviting Garak to join him in the holosuites to play spy games. Garak humors him. On this occasion they're in Paris and it seems Julian is a tad distracted, dangerous for a spy.

Dark at the End of the Tunnel by nightbird47 date: 1999 | word count: 4800 | G/B friends The author describes this as "an AU about what wars do to civil rights." It's dark and imagines a different end to the Dominion War and the series. Depicts the effects of psychological torture and how it can be used by those in power. I will add that this was originally written in 1999, probably on Usenet or similar, and then reposted to Fanfiction.net in the early 2000s. Formatting is kinda terrible but I hit X on all the ads and it helped.

Tinker Tailor Gardener Spy by TheoMiller date: 2017 | word count: 3000 | Garak backstory The author's description is apt: "AU where nearly everything is the same, except Garak is just a tailor." And he's still witty and devious. The start of a series.

I Was Made for Sunny Days by tinsnip date: 2013 | word count: 6200 | G/B slash Without question, @tinsnip's post-war Cardassia is the most consistently marvelous. In this tale, Garak is emerging into the light after what feels like years of darkness and realizing that, indeed, he could actually live long enough to enjoy life. Quote: “You know, it’s not going to matter how long I live here. I’m never going to quite understand the Cardassian point of view.”

Notes:

I hope this new format is OK. Originally I tended to do one rec per post and make it detailed with extensive description, my own rating, an excerpt. To make it more likely I'll actually keep posting, I'm keeping things simpler and adding recs in groups as I reread things.

A lot of the stories I'll be posting will be older ones since I'm initially working off a mega spreadsheet I started a few years ago that's basically a fanfic archive . There are soooooo many stories I stilll haven't shared. Of course, I need to reread almost all of them to do a rec, it's been a while, but I'm sure there are many of these that have been lost to the sands of time. I dug deep!

I will also be posting newer stories, either things I've bookmarked over the past couple of years as I've periodically checked in to AO3 or even more current since I'm starting to check more regularly. There are always new writers coming on, old writers coming back, and sometimes stories that were abandoned years ago come back.

Wendy

#garashir #star trek ds9 #deep space nine #ds9 #garak/bashir #elim garak #julian bashir #here's hoping

[maybe-your-left]

Hello! Thanks for opening asks! May I request for first time with Charlie with "touch me here" and "you sound so pretty when you moan" from the intimacy memes please? If it's ok, I personally don't like infidelity so I hope this is way after his divorce or Nicole is already happy with her own partner on this one. Thank you so much! 😊🤍😘

charlie barber is... so hot. he does things to me that no adult man with a child should, and yet there he is. just being sexy, like adam driver himself. 

ALSO HELLO THANK YOU FOR THE ASK MY SWEET DOVE. i hope this is to your liking. 

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It had been a few weeks since your first date, Charlie had taken you to a coffee shop. Then walked to a bookstore afterwards, hand in hand. He had mused about his upcoming plays, along with browsing through the literature section. Showing you his favorite writers, and you shared your own. It was calm and gentle, like the man himself. He made sure that every moment he was with you, you felt like you were listened to. Made extra sure to not making everything about himself, since his divorce Charlie was faced with the reality that he was a selfish man in nature, he hadn’t noticed things in his own life that were affected by his neglect. And he sure as hell didn’t want it to happen again with you. 

So when you said you wanted to wait until the two of you were closer to be physical, he respected that. You were overly cautious of falling for him so early on, with him cheating on his wife during their marriage. You left like you had to protect yourself, wasn’t too sure that everything was as good as it seemed. 

But after each day Charlie proved to you over and over again how much he wanted you. How he cared for you like one else ever had, he wanted to share everything with you. Even introduced you to Henry when he was in New York, which felt like a huge step for someone you hadn’t slept with yet. 

Now both of you were tangled on the couch, watching ‘White Christmas’. Limbs wrapping around one another, Charlie softly kissing your neck, mouthing his praise as he licked at your soft skin. You ran your hands along his forearms, feeling how strong they were against you. Securing you, making sure you weren’t going to slip away. You spun in your seat, leaning your head against the leather of the couch as you stared into his honey eyes. 

“You’re so handsome,” you mumbled. 

Charlie smiled, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. “You’re beautiful, I don’t know how I got so lucky.” 

You hummed at his praise, snaking your arms around his neck and pulling him in. Placing your mouth against his, softly working your tongue into him. Charlie huffed into you, hands sliding to cradled you into the couch, treating you like porcelain. Tongues sliding against one another, both of you moaning into the kiss. Charlie began to push you further, leaving your back flush with the cushion and he maneuvered between your legs. 

Absentmindedly grinding himself into your heat before he stopped himself. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” he began to pull away, face flushed with embarrassment. “I know you don’t want I didn’t mean-” 

“Just shut up and touch me Charlie,” you whined, dragging his face back to your own. He stayed stiff at first, waiting to see if you would back out. But you didn’t, instead running your fingers through his hair as you pushed into his mouth. Yanking his chest to your own, bucking your hips against him. 

Charlies eyes fluttered shut, letting out a heavy sigh as he grinded into you more. Meeting each of your bucks with his own, slacks rubbing your inner thighs raw. You grabbed one of his hands, leading it to your breast. Nodding into the kiss for him to play with you. Charlie broke the kiss, moving to lap at your neck as his large palm encased your breast. Squishing it through your thin shirt, thumb tracing back and forth over your hardening peak. 

You gasped at his touch, hands moving to rub against his wide shoulders. Clawing at his button up as he kissed at your collarbone, pulling your shirt down slightly so he had more access to your flesh. 

He sat up, staring at you with hungry eyes, hand staying latched to your breast. “Can I?” he squeezed you, “Please?” 

“Yes,” you whined. Pushing his hand away and tearing off your shirt, exposing your naked chest to him. He sat back on his heels, mouth agape at them. Floundering at the opportunity to touch them, you eagerly grabbed his hands. Nodding as you began to unclasp his shirt buttons. Ripping it off of his shoulders as he palmed your breasts. 

Charlie pinched both nipples between his fingers, causing you to squeak in pleasure. Arching your back and pressing them closer to his touch, Charlie took the opportunity to pull you to his lap. Pressing you down to his clothed erection as you grinded on him harshly, “I’m gonna cum in my pants if you don’t stop.” 

“Take off your pants then.” 

His eyebrows raised, quickly pushing you off him and standing up. Ripping his undershirt and pants off. Palming himself through his boxers, “Baby, you need to lose your shorts.” 

You giggled, shimmying out of them and spreading yourself bare. Running your fingers up and down your glistening slit, slightly parting them to show Charlie your eagerness. 

“Fuck,” he growled, falling to his knees in front of you. Batting your fingers away and pulling you towards the edge of the couch. His eyes flashed up to yours, seeking permission before he licked a broad stripe up your slit. Circling his tongue around your clit as he finished. 

You let out a soft moan, pressing your hips into his face more. “You sound so pretty when you moan,” he whispered. Wrapping his lips around your clit as he plunged a finger inside you. Clenching around him as he softly fucked into you, Charlie went between sucking and licking at your folds. Spreading your wetness as much as he could as he worming in a second digit. 

“What do you want?” he gasped, keeping his fingers moving in and out of you as he watched your face. 

You moaned again, eyes squeezing shut as you felt yourself get closer to cumming. “I want you, inside me,” you whined, “Please Charlie, don’t make me wait.” 

His fingers ripped out of you, the sound of his boxers hitting the floor filled the air. Soon there was warmth at your core, his thumbs opening you up just slightly. “Open your eyes, baby. I want you to see my cock rip your pussy.” 

You were met with his cock, huge and pulsing at your entrance. Head glistening with your wetness as he began to work it inside you. Popping it in and out a few times before pressing inside more. You cried as he bucked into you, hands flying to his shoulders as he thrust more. Both of you panting as he bottomed out inside you, Charlie kissed the side of your head before mumbling, 

“I want to hear you scream for me.” 

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HA CLIFFHANGER 

#ask fridays #charlie barber #adam driver #cliffhanger #thats my shit #excuse me while i hose myself off #ask emily #fizzywoohoo

[direnightshade]

Steve

“Knock! Knock! Knock!”

This is the only warning that I get before the quiet of my office space is invaded by the far too loud, too intrusive presence of the man who steps in past the threshold with a smile that I decide, upon immediate judgement, that I do not like.

“The rumor mill was in full force this morning with word that we had a newcomer in the office. I just had to come and see for myself.”

Still seated behind my desk, I take a moment to assess the man as he moves further into my office. He is airing on the shorter side, perhaps only a little taller than myself, with dusty blonde hair and a freshly shaved face. The black slacks that he wears are nicely pressed and the light blue button down’s sleeves are rolled up to his elbows. I also note that he is lacking a tie.

He steps even closer with his hand extended out in greeting, and now I find that I must do the polite thing and rise up from my seat to do the same. “Steve,” he says. “I’m the Copy Editor.” In return, I introduce myself and take my seat again, but not before he pipes up with a most obvious observation.

“That’s Mrs. Barber, is it?”

“It is.” My response is accompanied by the lifting of a single brow and not even a hint of a smile though Steve, on the other hand, is all teeth.

“Word around the water cooler is that your husband was a hot shot play director back in the Big Apple. Any merit to that? I fancy myself a bit of a theater snob, myself.”

It takes every ounce of my willpower not to allow my inner annoyance to show like the world’s worst poker face. I have barely been in this office for a full day and already I find myself severely missing the privacy afforded to me by my colleagues back in New York. Whatever happened to the rude attitude this area of the nation is so notorious for? And more importantly, why is he so goddamn friendly?

“Well, you’re in the wrong city for that, I’m afraid,” I fire back with a rather solid attempt at overplaying the friendliness to mirror his own.

This move, I will come to find, is a grave mistake.

The sun rises on a new week, and though I have only been in the West Coast office for a little over a month, these last couple of weeks have already begun with a sudden shift in our operations. Now I am no longer working from an office building downtown, and instead have set up shop in the home office that you have so meticulously set up for the two of us.

Beside me, with your desk pressed right up against mine, you are seated in front of your own computer, reading this morning’s news whilst you nurse your first cup of coffee with one hand and have the other placed gently against my stomach. I know that in only a few short minutes you will be rather irritated with the fact that your reading will be disturbed by what will be the first of my many Zoom meetings, but for now, the house is filled with a peaceful silence and we are basking in the calming presence of one another.

By the time that I have joined the myriad of familiar faces on my computer screen for our virtual meeting, the tea that you have fetched me earlier in the morning has been half consumed, the remainder of it now resting cold in the mug that sits nearby. You are already well underway with whatever masterpiece you have begun to craft, though it is not lost on me how your fingers seem to slow and then stall altogether when the sound of one coworker in particular rises up from the rest.

“Well, well, well. Look who looks fully rested and ready to take on the day. You look absolutely radiant.” Steve’s grin practically stretches from ear to ear, though all I can muster is a pleasant, but small smile in return. “Did you get that meme I texted you? The one with the dog?”

Out of my periphery, I can see how your left hand curls into a fist, and I don’t even have to look at you to know that your jaw is working overtime, teeth undoubtedly grinding with the agitation that I can practically feel radiating off of you in droves.

“I did,” I reply, soft, polite laughter following the reply. “Hilarious as per usual.”

You invade my space rather suddenly, your head coming into the camera’s frame with a rather broad grin of your own plastered onto your features. “Yes, Steve. It was quite comical. My wife showed it to me last night and we both had quite the laugh.”

In one of the other small video squares, Tammy—another coworker and new friend of mine—shifts uncomfortably in her seat at the abrupt posturing.

Steve clears his throat and utters a quiet ‘that’s good’ before falling silent just as you disappear from view again to recline back into your chair. He engages in conversation with a few other coworkers just as they pop up onto the screen until, finally, the meeting begins.

***

The meeting lasts all of twenty-minutes, and once it is over, one by one, the squares disappear as coworker after coworker hop off of the call, until it is only Tammy and myself.

“Hungry,” you ask, the question earning an emphatic nod. You chuckle and rise up from your spot beside me, murmuring that you’ll be right back before disappearing from the study altogether.

The door clicks shut softly, plunging the room into silence once more, but when I turn back to the laptop, I find that Tammy is staring at me with a strange look on her face. Her brows are pinched, and her lips are pressed together in a thin line, as if she is concerned, or at the very least, displeased.

“What’s wrong,” I ask, placing a hand atop my stomach as I lean back into my chair.

Tammy exhales a breath and shakes her head as if to dispel whatever unpleasant thoughts were just swirling around inside. “It’s nothing, I…” Another sigh, and again I can see her re-evaluating. “I know that we’ve made fast friends, but it’s really none of my business.”

Now it is my turn to furrow my brows, though it is in confusion rather than concern. “What do you mean?” A nervous laugh escapes me. “Tammy, what’s going on?”

Papers shuffle unseen off screen, and Tammy’s eyes slide off to the side to look to her right whilst she chews her lip nervously. A stretch of silence continues on until, finally, she gives in and looks back to me through her screen. “It’s just… Don’t you think it’s a little strange?” Her gaze flickers, I assume, to the still closed door behind me. Even still, her voice lowers to a whisper so as not to be heard in the off chance that you return sooner than expected. “Charlie’s behavior with Steve,” she elaborates.

For a moment, I say nothing. I am completely caught off guard by her observation of what has commenced during the call. Never before have I dared to call into question the jealousy, the possessiveness that you have displayed over any interactions I have had with anyone else. In fact, I have been known to egg it on a time or two, if I am to be quite honest. I like the attention, crave it, even. It is nice to know that I am wanted every bit as I still and always will want you and your affections.

However…

Tammy is right.

I suppose that initially I had excused the behavior as nothing more than my being pregnant and your...proclivity towards my recent state. But the recent behavior displayed any time that Steve makes an appearance on screen or, god forbid, is brought up in conversation I find you bordering dangerously close to accusations that I wish to have Steve in my bed rather than you.

Unbidden, a thought enters my mind.

This isn’t fair. Nothing about this is fair, nor is it right. For the entirety of our relationship, you have done nothing but take bedmate after bedmate, going to great lengths to hide every relationship—one night or otherwise—behind my back, whilst I have remained dutifully devoted and loyal to you. Yet the moment that I have one person show even a modicum of interest in me, I am suddenly subject to an inquisition and hawk-like monitoring any time that I am on a work call.

This is troubling.

My hand rubs light circles against my stomach absentmindedly as Tammy calls my name, pulling me from the thoughts that I seem to have gotten myself swept up in. I put on a smile and hope like hell that she cannot tell just how forced it is in the moment. “It’s nothing, Tammy. Steve has been...aggressive in his advances,” I reply in truth. “I’ve told Charlie, of course, and he has done nothing but make sure that Steve knows that I am perfectly content and well taken care of here at home.” I exhale a soft sigh as I adjust my position in my seat, now frowning at the sudden ache in my lower back. “If anything,” I start, fiddling about with the pillow I have placed between my back and the chair before getting comfortable once more, “it’s Steve’s behavior that I would consider to be strange. Continuing to make passes at a married woman, a pregnant married woman at that, well… That’s not exactly a good look, is it?”

Tammy’s lips purse, and she takes a moment to consider my words before conceding with a nod. “I suppose you’re right. Forget I said anything,” she replies with a dismissive wave of her hand. “Anyways…” She trails off, heaving a great, put-upon sigh. “I better get back to what I was doing before the call, and undoubtedly you have more manuscripts to read. Talk tomorrow?”

I smile, a genuine one this time, just as the door to the office creaks open with your arrival. “Of course. Talk tomorrow. Bye, Tammy.”

Exiting out of the call, I turn my smile to you as you set down a plate of last night’s leftovers beside my laptop before taking your seat beside me. It does not go unnoticed how your eyes have traveled to my laptop, which now displays my work e-mail before returning to your own where you have a Word document open in preparation of working more on your own manuscript.

“No more call,” you ask nonchalantly.

“No,” I reply, the smile fading as my voice evens out into a neutral tone. I can feel your gaze on me as my finger taps idly against the edge of the plate just before pushing it further away from where I sit.

You shift in your seat, and I wonder if it is because you are unhappy that I have temporarily rejected your offering. “Aren’t you going to eat,” you prompt, testing the waters.

I take a moment, debating. I have long since lost my appetite, and though I am no longer hungry, I know what a prolonged rejection would mean. So, instead, I reach for the plate and pull it back to me. “Thank you,” I finally reply, turning my head to look back over to where you sit, mustering a smile.

You are looking back at me with a strange expression, one bordering on concern. In response, just as I had done earlier, I reach for your hand and settle it atop my stomach. Keeping my own hand on yours, I gently graze my thumb along your knuckles, watching as you visibly relax from the contact. It isn’t until I take a bite of the leftovers, however, that you finally return my smile, clearly pleased that your help has no longer been rebuffed.

Though we both return our attentions back to the screens in front of us, the issue raised by Tammy sits at the forefront of my mind, screaming out for me to pay careful attention.

Try as I might, I will get little work done today.

#iamakiller #B+C #personal au #Steve #cw: pregnancy

[asherranceoftheheart]

I Trust You - JSE Drabble

Summary: Marvin knew that his little brother had been overdoing it lately again. It didn't help that he was probably having nightmares because of his stress and their unique circumstances. Hopefully, Chase would trust him just enough to let him help him. Warnings: Fluff, Platonic Cuddling, Family Masterpost of my Stories AO3 edition of the Post

Tag List: @the-rampaige​ @iris-the-asparagus​ @sqxxddygremlin​ @awkward-bullshit​ @jaysflight​ @assbutt-of-the-readers  @egopocalypse Author’s Note: U want sum fluff fuckers

His little brother hasn’t been sleeping again.

Marvin, perched on the top of a bookshelf in the living room while in his cat form, watched Chase exit out of the kitchen with a cup of piping hot tea clutched tightly in his hands at three in the morning. He sat down on the couch and did nothing else but stare at the blank wall nearby with an empty gaze.

The cat studied Chase’s aged features, skin pale from the lack of sunlight, eyes red rimmed from crying and accented by the thick black bags underneath them, a seemingly permanent furrow on his forehead, the unkempt beard he had no energy to groom unless he was going to record a video for the channel, the hair that was growing longer with each passing day since he had no energy to go to the nearby barbers for a trim, and most importantly, the lack of light and emotion in his blue eyes making it look empty and dead. It all added up to aging the man decades beyond his true age which further increased the worry of the other egos as they watch Chase become more and more of a shadow of his old self.

When was the last time they had seen Chase smile and laugh so carefreely and sincerely rather than plastering a fake one on his face every day just to avoid worrying them? Marvin searched his mind for that memory and then remembered that the last time he had seen Chase laugh and smile from the bottom of his heart was when Stacy allowed the kids to visit him and she even mustered up enough strength to look him in the eyes for a few seconds without fear and hatred burning in her eyes.

That… had been a month ago?

‘You’re going to burn yourself out again, Chase…’ Marvin thought, his fluffy ears drooping down dejectedly.

He kept his bright blue cat eyes trained on Chase’s back intently. There was a few minutes of tense silence before Chase signed and placed the untouched cooling cup of tea on the table in front of him and twisted his neck just enough so that his eyes would meet Marvin’s unblinking ones.

“I can feel you nagging.” Chase scowled but there was no heat behind it. “Stop it.”

Marvin blinked and tilted his head to the side before murring and jumping down his throne, landing gracefully on the floor with barely a sound. He approached Chase and entwined his feline body around the man’s legs with small mews before jumping up on Chase’s lap and perching his forelegs against the man’s chest. He rubbed the top of his head under the bottom of Chase’s chin, purring up a storm that relaxed some of the tension from Chase’s body.

Chase gave out another sigh but this time it was tinged with fondness. He reached up to scratch the cat behind his ears just like the way he liked it. The man chuckled when Marvin practically turned into goo in his lap.

Marvin gave him a scolding yowl and then bapped his nose, Chase nearly turning cross-eyed as he stared at the paw that was still tapping his nose. The cat gave another attention catching growl and Chase gave him a wry smile.

“I know, I know…” Chase murmured, sliding the paw away from his face before pressing a kiss on the top of the feline’s marked forehead, quirking up the corners of his lips at the tiny mew his action warranted. “But someone has to hold the fort while you guys are trying to find a way to get rid of the glitch bitch and wake Jack up at the same time.”

Marvin gave him a tiny kitty kiss on the bottom of his chin before jumping off his lap and to the empty side of the couch. The cat started glowing so brightly Chase covered his eyes with his arms. When he removed them after a few seconds, he saw Marvin remove his cat mask and place it on the table beside the cup of tea and looked up to reveal his scarred face and his intense sapphire colored eyes.

“You haven’t been sleeping again.” Marvin narrowed his eyes accusingly especially when Chase avoided his gaze. “Has He been plaguing your dreams again?”

The magician clenched his hands which gave off a subtle green glow in response to his protective anger at the prospect that the glitch was tormenting Chase again. While the demon’s practically obsessive attention over Chase was a blessing since it turned his attentions away from them, allowing the other Septics to search for a solution to his existence, it horrified them seeing the results of the demon’s torment on their brother who always seemed to think that just because he didn’t have any notable powers like the others, he would be the perfect irreplaceable bait.

It didn’t help that the demon became increasingly eager in its attempts to capture him as Chase’s influence over the channel and his popularity with the community increased.

“No! No,” Chase grabbed his hands frantically. He didn’t want the magician to go on a hunting spree for Anti tonight or rather today. While Marvin was strong, he and Anti didn’t know the meaning of self-control and often ends up injuring each other gravely. Good riddance to Anti getting hurt but he didn’t like seeing his older brother in pain. “It’s just the regular stress and depression insomnia and nightmares. Sure he might play as a character in some of them but it’s not really Him.”

Nonetheless, the scowl remained in Marvin’s lips. The magician glared over the shoulder of his little brother, eyes giving off an eerie glow due to his anger before he forced himself to calm down since Chase was looking at him with concern and weariness in his face.

He suddenly pulled Chase into a big hug, burying his nose into Chase’s growing hair. He felt the younger ego clutch at him, slightly shaking as he finally allowed himself to break down. Marvin rocked the two of them as he allowed Chase to shatter in his arms.

The magician ran his fingers through Chase’s long hair, rubbing here and there to release some of the tension in the father’s head before dropping it to the back of his neck in a comforting grip. Chase laid his cheek against Marvin’s shoulder and relaxed.

The two of them spent some reasonable time in companionable silence before Marvin broke it with an idea that had been lurking in his mind.

“Chase… You still can’t sleep right?” Marvin whispered, he didn’t want to disturb the peace that they were in. Chase answered in a positive hum but said nothing else. “Would you mind if you let me hypnotize you into sleeping without any bad dreams?”

The question made the form in his arms go rigid. The concept of letting anyone into their heads was a rather sore subject for any of the Septics. It meant giving away control and the possibility of being manipulated. Anti being able to take anybody’s form and even act rather exactly like them did terrible things to their trust issues until the Septics finally had a few interventions to clear the air between them.

Their bonds with each other has grown tighter over the months since their creation especially when they all had to face the concept of Anti once or twice. Recently, the one hit the worst with these issues was Chase with how he was currently maintaining the battlefield with Anti.

That’s why Marvin didn’t push him. It was just a suggestion. In fact, he even doubted that the other would take it—

“I trust you.” Chase quietly murmured before pushing away from the hug and looking him in the eyes. Those earnest baby blues melting away some of the ice in Marvin’s heart. “I know you won’t hurt me so… Go ahead. Maybe I’ll get some nice rest this time, huh?”

Marvin placed both hands on Chase’s shoulders and gazed deep into his eyes, checking if there’s any doubt or reluctance to do this. But all he saw was the desperation to rest, the deep-seated weariness from life, and the absolute trust in him that warmed Marvin’s heart.

He knew that he wasn’t the most positive like Jackie or innocent like Jamie. His morality was a bit dubious and inches more on the gray-side of morality. To see the complete trust his younger brother held in him when even sometimes he could see the doubt in Jackie or Henrik’s eyes…

“Alright… Time to relax,” Marvin whispered, allowing his words to carry itself into Chase’s ears, his influence slithering into his mind and easing away the tension and unease in his heart.

Chase sighed, melting into his arms. His eyes drooped down and they gazed almost emptily into Marvin’s eyes. Marvin brushed Chase’s cheek and wrapped his arms around the younger ego’s waist.

“You’re safe, Chase.” Marvin murmured, allowing his magic to exert more influence over Chase’s trusting mind and untangling the ‘knots’ that was making it hard for the other to sleep. “We’re all safe. You can rest now.”

At the word rest, Chase’s eyes slipped close and he slumped against Marvin, completely dead to the world. Marvin caught his weight and then carefully maneuvered Chase into his arms in a bridal carry. He stood up and then started walking them up over to Chase’s room so that he can tuck the other in.

He walked upstairs and into the room at the end of the second floor. He hip bumped the door open and sighed in fond exasperation at the slightly messy state of his younger brother’s room.

He could see some papers with doodles and notes on possible future video scripts and the some community interaction ideas such as reddit, memes, and even green screen edits. At the desk, he saw their pictures and Chase’s kids’ hand-drawn pictures being proudly displayed on the wall while his laptop remained in sleeping mode. There was also an open can of Coca-cola near the computer which made Marvin’s lips quirk up in amusement as he remembered the constant jokes of Coke sponsoring the channel that Chase kept on beating to the ground.

Marvin carried Chase into the only bed in the room and used his magic to flip the covers back. He carefully placed the sleeping man on top of the bed and was about to straighten up when he realized that Chase’s hands were tightly clutching the front of his shirt. When he attempted to pry it away, his movements stopped when Chase let out a tiny whimper. The magician looked down at the youtuber with a wry smile.

“Well… I guess I’m sleeping in the bed with you.” Marvin sighed, but his heart fluttered at the show of trust.

He slipped into the bed with Chase and pulled up the covers over their bodies. He pressed his forehead on the crown of Chase’s head and then closed his eyes. He allowed the weariness in his body and Chase’s heartbeat to slowly lull him into a dreamless sleep.

#jacksepticeye #chase brody #marvin the magnificent #writersofjack #fluff #platonic cuddling

[solemncadaver]

Friendsim Trolls According to my Girlfriend who hasn’t played Friendsim

Ardata (Cobalt): w... who took bites out of her horns? Can and will kill you in your sleep. Plotting evil plans 23/7 (the 24th hour is for drinking coffee with LOTS of milk and sugar)

Diemen (Rust): Always eating food (why is that hot dog bun GREEN-), will never call you by your name, only nicknames like bro, dude, man etc, probably owns a skateboard but can't drive it

Cirava (Gold): Oo funky! Has a horrible backstory and doesn't talk about it EVER, is chill all the time, likes 70s-80s fashion and actually wears it with style! Is as extra as the fact they've got 4 horns

Amisia (Indigo): definitely an artist! The "weird kid", has not slept in 5 days because she just HAD to finish that one painting, cuts her own hair with scissors not meant for cutting hair yet it looks amazingly good! Probably either super pure and nice or will kill you if you breathe in her direction

Bronya (Jade): The cool big sister, helps you do your makeup and dye your hair, if you hurt one of her friends those boots will land in your face, probably has a tumblr with aesthetic images

Skylla (Bronze): Yeehaw howdy pardner! Isn't only from a ranch, she OWNS one! Can and will punch you for no reason, makes you do her chores if you wanna stay at her place, has never seen a hairbrush in her life

Tagora (Teal): Tries his best to be edgy and frightening, sometimes almost fails at that, could be in one of those "barber: say no more fam" memes, thinks he's an evil overlord but is actually just a delinquent, probably doesn't get a redemption arc and only like 2 people are mad about that

Vikare (Bronze): Wants to be a pilot/is a pilot but DON'T TRUST THEM WITH AN AIRPLANE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, pretends wearing that pilot hat is a fashion choice when in reality they can't take it off again with those horns, nobody has ever seen them sleep and people are concerned

Polypa (Olive): The most feral being (or she fell down the stairs and is mad about it), problems balancing with only one eye able to see, could claw out your heart and not bat an eye, the hole in her horn is from when someone tried to take her out, nobody has ever seen that person afterwards

Zebruh (Indigo): Looks like an ASSHOLE. What are his horns doing they're not pointed that's not how horns should work, very smug! Has a shitty job and is pretentious about it to people w/o a job, looks like the cryptic bartender in a stereotypical drama thriller that the detective has to interview to know who killed the rich guy's wife

Elwurd (Cobalt): Look at those extra af horns! Def owns a motorcycle, flirty but has never received actual affection, has a mental breakdown every 2 days but pretends EVERYTHING'S FINE, makes 5 puns a minute

Folykl & Kuprum (Gold): What a goal: Carry your bud around in your giant ass backpack! I......don't know who is who tbh but! They both have cool spider looking horns! The best evidence for 'opposites attract', the only friends they have are each other, secretly planning to overthrow the government

Remele (Cobalt): The x on her left eye symbolizes that she has found her next victim. It's you. Run. Could probably use her horn as a climbing hook, v passive aggressive, makes her own clothes, works out a lot and is stronger than she looks

Konyyl (Olive): My fight, flight or flirt instincts have been activated. Could snap you in half by looking at you yet can be super soft if she wants to (you gotta be REAL close to her though), likes matcha ice cream and yells at it when it melts, is NOT tidy

Chixie (Bronze): Shy babey. Will probably be interrupted 3 times when trying to speak because she's just so quiet, has been left on her own and now has no idea how to survive yet is too shy to ask for the way. Someone come help her please.

Tyzias (Teal): Bored college student. Will NOT help you in an emergency so don't even ask. Secretly likes cryptids, is Done (tm), nobody has ever seen her outside of campus, roasts people in the most monotone voice ever

Chahut (Purple): F-... fear ':)? Eh, that's probably just paint! Right? Right???... Is probably being forced to do horrible things, can't remember their childhood, looks scary but only unintentionally, I'd still smooch tbh

Azdaja (Gold): Reminds me of that ching prince from FMA:B tbh, has a weird aesthetic going on, has the upper hand everywhere without trying, probably has 3 fake names, is always cool but can slip up and make goofy remarks

Zebede (Gold): Smol round boi! Probably played soccer in 5th grade, now makes v interesting and functional machines from Lego, probably owned a pet hamster at some point, has no sense of danger

Tegiri (Teal): Is that a KATANA-.... Still not out of his weeb phase, is VERY devoted to his aesthetic, talks either in one word sentences or dramatic quotes from a show nobody has seen, shop owner who sells you weapons

Mallek (Cobalt): Oh look it your hubby! He looks like a trickster tbh yet all the fanart looks sweet and pure!? (Also how do you pierce horns-) how many piercings has he though? Is there fanart- 👀... anyways he kinda looks like the popular kid and the emo kid combined, but like in a good way!?! Probably has a secret key for the whole town that he shouldn't have, can store everything in that hoodie pocket (it's like Hermione's bag :3!)

Lynera (Jade): Looks like the weird art/music teacher, v nice though! Has a lot of weird hobbies that her friends politely decline to join, likes to bake for everyone, likes children or absolutely loathes them

Galekh (Indigo): Is this Roman from Sanders Sides? Jdhdkd he looks like the strict angry teacher, will absolutely refuse giving help and does not allow any flaws (both in you and in himself) can spot someone doing illegal things from a mile away, is not afraid to call people out

Tirona (Teal): Look at that spider hair! Looks good 👉👉, is probs v shy and awkward but tries to talk to everyone anyways, has some exotic pets that she doesn't tell anyone about bc someone once said it's weird, just wants to be accepted, clumsy af

Boldir (Olive): Hiding ..... something ...., private but not stealthy investigator, is distracted way too easily, is the detective I mentioned back at Zebruh's, v loyal, will absolutely get you arrested if you're *in the way*

Stelsa (Teal): Looks like a cool but bitchy mom, probably gets a manicure every week, she looks just like my mom which is scary wth, will not hesitate to roast Karen at the school bake sale, those lemon bars are horrible KAREN, why didn't you let your third husband help K A R E N

Karako (Purple): What- ?

I-.... I'm confused! But okay!

Never makes sense, nobody has ever seen them eat or sleep, appears in your room at 2 am when you have sleep paralysis

Marsti (Rust): Probably is like the classic mechanic, can weld 👌👏👉👉👍, is done with everyone's bullshit but will still try to help (occasionally), drinks too many energy drinks and not enough water, everyone asks her for favors and she is having none of it

Charun (Olive): Peaceful gardener, don't stand in their sun and they won't bother whatever you do, just wants a little farm house near a small town with his pet cat, don't walk on their vegetables or they'll chase you with a rake

Wanshi (Jade): Just a nice person. A total sweetheart. Just wants to have fun, very optimistic, the most functional person you'll ever meet, drinks a lot of green tea and hot chocolate

Fozzer (Rust): Nice person but not very bright, doesn't know how electronics work, has a flip phone from like 2006 and that's enough for him, has a lot of houseplants but can't really keep them alive

Marvus (Purple): 👀👀👀 You know how I think about him (😭🍀😏😎🍀💖🌾❤ 11/10 best ti🅱🅱y window would allow him to stab me)

Daraya (Jade): Smol but will fight you. Is super done and will not help you, but also won't stop you. Probably has 2-4 knifes somewhere on her body at all time.

Nihkee (Indigo): Looks like a pirate captain + professional wrestler in one, like! Probably drinks their coffee black just so people respect them more, will show off every trophy they have (a lot) if someone decides to listen to them

Lanque (Jade): 👀👀👀👍 the most dramatic and salty being alive, v stylish, takes 2 hours a day just to get ready, probably has 16 meetings a day, could work as a model, will cut anyone and everyone that says he should change something about him

Soleil (Purple): Ah yes, the obligatory twins. Probably cursed by a spiteful witch at birth, have never been seen seperate, occasionally like to scare people by pretending to be the twins from shining

I’m crying

[fanfics4all]

Let’s get more Personal!

are you under 18? Nope

do you have siblings?, if yes how many? Yep, one!

can you art? I think I can (I can post something I’ve done if you guys want to see)

can you sing? Nah

can you act? I guess so?

turn ons? Funny, Dom, Not really sure what else to say tbh lol

turn offs? People that are dicks!

top 5 favorite bands? Oof this is hard, right now I guess Set It Off, 3OH!3, Get Scared, My Chemical Romance, and Gorillaz

top five favorite singers? Sabrina Carpenter, Machine Gun Kelly, Jonathan Young, Todrick Hall, and Avril Lavigne

least favorite singers? Meghan Trainor, Sia, Taylor Swift, and Demi Lavato. Those are only a few I could think of.

fave artists? Vincent Van Gogh, Leonardo Da Vinci, Tim Burton, I honestly can’t think of that many right now.  

favorite actors? Again I have a few but number one is and always will be Matthew Gray Gubler. Others are Jordan Connor, Richard Harmon, Colton Haynes, Corey Fogelmanis, Rob Raco, Skeet Ulrich, Chandler Riggs, Ross Lynch, Grant Gustin, Mark Sheppard, Cassey Cott, Tom Felton, Evan Peters, Christian Kane, and that’s all I can think of right now.

favorite actresses? Emily Bett Rickards, Ruby Rose, Vanessa Morgan, Dove Cameron, Lilli Reinhart, Kat Dennings, Madelaine Petsch, Madchen Amick,  Um I know there’s more but I can’t think of them :(

how may fandoms are you in? Oof too many probably lol

top 5 fandoms? Riverdale, The 100, Criminal Minds, Harry Potter, and Batman I guess lol

on a scale from 1 to 10, how dramatic are you? Depends on the situation but normally like a 3 probably

can you cook? Oh my god! I love cooking! So yes

a random fact about about you? Um I can sculpt and do SFX makeup!

how many places have you been? Not many, like 7 or 8 states and never out of the country

top 6 shows? The 100, Riverdale, Criminal Minds, Arrow, American Horror Story, and White Collar (I watch way more though)

fave movie franchises? Harry Potter, Pirates of the Caribbean, Star Wars, Batman (Mainly 1966), Thor, Captain America, DeadPool, Um that’s all I can think of

Disney or Dreamworks? Both but mainly Disney

top 3 childhood shows? Cyberchase, Zoboomafoo, and Bear in the Big Blue House (Going really little childhood shows)

how many schools have you been to? Four so far

somewhere you want to go one day? England, France, Ireland, Russia, and Canada. Probably more but those are the main ones.

straight or nah? Nah

LGBTQ+ supporter? Well I’m Bi so yeah

favorite school subject? Math and Art

least favorite school subject? Gym, is that a subject?

Food? Yes?

books or Tv? T.V. but I do like reading it just takes me awhile because I have astigmatism and they unfocus a lot so it makes it hard to focus on reading.

Spotify or Pandora? Spotify

what are you listening to right now? Youtube videos!

whats the weather like rn? Hot and a little cloudy

are you reading anything at the moment? After You by JoJo Moyes (The second book to Me Before You)

any family problems you feel comfortable talking about? Oh god, my family is a mess. My dad was an abusive asshole and my mom is an alcoholic (My parents are divorced and my little brother lives with my dad while I live with my mom, I still see my dad and brother but very rarely)

how do you feel right now? Pretty depressed tbh lol

thoughts on trees? Trees are rad, I live climbing them but I’m scared of heights so it’s a fun time lol

something stupid you did once? Smoked too much weed and got stupid high

something random in your backyard? We rent so don’t really have a backyard anymore :(

funny childhood story? One time my brother when he was little he decided to take a nap somewhere and we couldn’t find him ANYWHERE, we were yelling and looking everywhere but we couldn’t find him. We tried to lure him out with marshmallows but that didn’t work and this was going on hours. So we called the cops they came they couldn’t find him anywhere and we were freaking out but then he just walked out and took the bag of marshmallows and to this day we have no idea where he was because he wouldn’t tell us. It was kinda freaky at the time but now we look back at it and laugh.

3 random stories about stuff that you’ve done in your neighborhood? I’ve moved a few times so we’ll go with 3 different neighborhoods. 1. We were living with my grandparents (Mom’s side) and there’s a lot of ducks and we were feeding them so I went to feed one by hand and that’s how I learned ducks have teeth. 2. We were living with my other grandparents (Dad’s side) and they had a frog garden thing that made noise, we were walking up the driveway, they didn’t tell us they got a new one and that it made noise. Me and my dad walked past it and it croaked at us, scared the fuck out of me and I ran away. There were potholes in the driveway and I tripped and cut my knee up so bad. 3. Um my friend lived on a dead end around my block and I would walk over to his place a lot (I was like 8 maybe older) and we road scooters a lot, he could do tricks and he wanted to teach me, I failed horrible cut up my knees and hands and face and scratched up my glasses so bad I couldn’t use them.

top 5 musicals? Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street, Peter Pan (1960), Rocky Horror Picture Show, Hairspray, and Anastasia

musical fandoms you want to know more about? Any really

any instruments you play? No, I played the clarinet in elementary school and broke it haha

do you and your friends ever roleplay or have given each other character names? Does playing a dating sim with a friend count?

favorite comeback? No you

do you have a phone? Yes

have you ever written a story? Oh yeah

O.c.’s? I have a few

S.O.? Ummm it’s complicated

favorite stores? Hot topic, Spencers, um I don’t know, I don’t go shopping much.

are you still in school? No but I’m going back soon (hopefully)

markers or colored pencils? Both but mainly colored pencils!

memes or gifs? Um both!

oil or chalk pastels? Both!

Height? 5’2

Painting? Omg yes, I’ve done some myself, I’m working on one rn and I have one finished (I can post it if you guys want!)

can you give a description of yourself? Short, kinda overweight, colorful hair (changes a lot), kinda big black glasses, hazel eyes, um that’s all I can think of.

description of your personality? A child mixed with a grandma

will you ever reveal your face( if you haven’t yet)? Sure

Anime? Oh heck yes

favorite animes? Owari No Seraph, Future Diary, Diabolik Lovers, Death Note, Tokyo Ghoul, Your Lie in April, Black Butler, Guilty Crown, Shiki, Death Parade, and more but those are the ones I can think of off the top of my head.

K-pop? Yeah!

Ships??? Falice 100%, Bellarke, idk I can’t think of any others right now

ships you dislike? None really unless it’s weird and underage.

Children? I want children so bad!

do you have a library? I personally don’t

winter or summer? Winter

spring or fall? Fall

sun or snow? Snow

long or short hair? Short

ice cream or sherbert? Both

rain or bright sunlight? Rain

clouds & wind or heat & humidity? Clouds and Wind

pool or beach? Pool

how innocent are you? Not very tbh

cake or cupcakes? Both

chocolate or vanilla? Both, but depends

something sneaky you’ve done with your friends lately? Smoke weed I guess?

favorite colors? Black and Red

favorite animal(s)? Red panda, Panda, Husky, Pigs (I had one as a pet) Hedgehogs (Also had one as a pet)  

skiing or sledding? Sledding

have you ever ridden a horse? Yeah, my cousin owns two horses so I’ve gone riding with her before

have you ever ridden a train? Yeah but I have a fear of them

have you ever been on an airplane? Yes (Not scared of flying like at all)

Nature? Nature is rad

inside or outside? Inside in the summer/spring but outside in fall/winter

introvert or extrovert? Introvert, I’m so shy

rules/ laws? Um both I guess?

how many friends do you have? A bunch but a small close circle

pants/ shorts or skirts? All three but mainly pants and shorts

Dresses? If they’re weird

video games? Oh yes, I love video games

fave holiday? Halloween

least favorite holiday? Christmas and 4th of July

[cinemunch]

Movie Review - Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street

If you were born in one of those Millennial meme-years like me, and you grew up through the early-late 2000s goth subculture fixation, you probably remember this movie and all the unstoppable hybridizations of ebony-darkness-dementia-way’s/theater kids it touched so dearly.

This review will NOT be spoiler-free under the cut. So if that deters you, get with the times gramps. 

Just so you know, there’s a lot of blood in this movie (and there are screencaps of it), and also somebody is sexually assaulted (I didn’t screencap that, though). Read this with those things in mind, if this bothers you.

TL;DR at the end.

So the opening rolls and it’s got all that delicious dated CGI (aged like fine wine) and an atmospheric sequence that would seem to imply somebody gets murdered in this movie. Who knew! You’re very soon after met with a shot affixed on a boat headed to London incoming to port, featuring none other than our protagonist and his acquaintance, Manic Bright-Eyed Infatuation Boy (Anthony).

You can tell which is which because Mr. Todd is both the focal point and very understandably suspended in perpetual ass-madding. That’s because he used to look like this 15 years prior, before Judge Asshole pressed false charges against him so he could engage in Horny with his wife. He very much wants to kill Judge Turpin.

 I know that you cannot have a big unnecessary rotation in cast to build JUST ENOUGH of the appearance that someone is very much different from now, but I really do wonder how more people in London don’t recognize Sweeney Todd as Benjamin Barker (his previous identity pre-incarceration). If not for just the distinct facial structure, then for the fact that he gets off this ship and resumes his previous occupation, RUNNING IT OUT OF HIS OLD HOME. In specific, I wonder this regarding his primary targets for revenge. But I think that just speaks to how little Judge Turpin actually gave him any concern or recognition as a person because he just saw him as a living obstacle between him and a woman most Fuckable™️. This overall isn’t a very load-bearing complaint.

 Mostly because over the entire course of the movie, there are significant points where he doesn’t pass as his new persona, but I suppose I’d really expect Johnny Depp’s face to be exceptional when the streets are populated with the most painfully British men that’ve ever been churned out of the limey factory.

 Like, look at these fuckers.

 Incredible.

 So, anyways Sweenus Weenus heads back into the general direction of his old residence that he had when life was still good, and stumbles into a meat pie shop situated underneath it. It’s run by one droopy and defeatist Mrs. Lovett.The song during this section is one of my favorites in the whole movie, and I appreciate her honesty in the marketing of her shitty little pies. She basically sits him down and forces him to eat one of the aptly named “Worst Pies in London”. She latches onto this dude right away. That’ll be a consistent theme, here.

 So, I’m definitely no expert on musicals, seeing as I was vaccinated for Theatre-kid-ism at an early age. BUT I do know that in stage iterations of Sweeney Todd, Mrs. Lovett is presented as a withered old crone of the highest caliber Whomst Putteth The Garbage Into Thyne Pie. Helena Bonham Carter is great, but I feel like a lot of the desperate dynamic here is lost on the fact that Mrs. Lovett is not old and haggard as in with other productions.

  I don’t really think it’s a BIG problem, but rather a petty difference in adaptation that kind of dulls the tone a little? It’s not so hard to believe that this version of Mrs. Lovett would be so open and interested in Sweeney despite this, but I don’t know. It’d certainly make it more dramatic, and nobody loses from MORE drama in a Tim Burton goth exploitation murder musical. Guess you can’t have that sort of thing without a HOT TOPIC KWEEN, though. Working those demographics!

So, Mrs. Lovett explains to Sweeney that his wife was...assaulted at a party set up by Judge Turpin and Beadle Bamford while he was in prison. I wouldn’t really even linger on this part considering it’s already given that Sweeney Todd is PISS’T, but if you’re sensitive to this sort of thing I feel like it’s worthwhile to note that you see it unfold post-pie scene (it’s not graphic).

 Anyways, Mrs. Lovett figures out who Todd is by his extreme reaction, she tells him his wife committed suicide, and she provides him with his handy little box of ornate silver straight razors. A most fashionable tool of murder, if you ask me. By this time, he is most definitely wanting to use them to murder. But only the Beadle and Turpin.

 Then there’s an abrupt cut to a scene that establishes that Sweeney’s daughter Johanna is both alive and regrettably under the care of Judge Turpin. The Bright-Eyed Manic Infatuation Boy lives up to my shitty fabricated nickname by instantly falling in love with her, even though an old beggar woman who conveniently knows the specifics of Johanna’s situation tells him to not meddle in that shit because Judge Asshole will be mad and will do bad things to him and/or have the Beadle beat him about the face and ass with his extendo-cane.

Of course, he doesn’t listen and the latter part of those things happens to him near immediately.

 I really won’t go on about Johanna and Anthony too long at this point, just because I think they’re kind of stupid characters. Not because of the way they’re presented, or that they don’t fit into the story, because overall this film has great time efficiency involving characters and good directing...but just because insta-love is so dumb to me. I feel like this situation of wanting to steal a girl you don’t really know to start a new life has the potential to be even sadder than whatever circumstances surround you at the time. But I mean Anthony is a nice kid, and Judge Turpin sucks, SO LET’S JUST HOPE FOR THE BEST AND MOVE ON FOR NOW.

 Anyways, remember how Sweeney wanted to kill the Beadle and Judge Turpin in specific with as little bullshit as possible?  That kind of goes all fucky when he ends up murdering a snake-oil peddling fake Italian man with a child slave who used to sweep floors for him after humiliating him in a market district, in his barber shop. 

 He looks like this

 The whole bitchfight arose when Mr. Todd was watching Signor Pirelli’s child slave try to hype up what was very much piss in a bottle as miracle elixir. They had a shaving contest for honor right there in the open just so Sweeney could flex his skills in front of Beadle Bamford.

 Now, I know that in musicals typically one is not supposed to read the numbers as the characters actually singing, but rather as an tool of expression used to show the characters’ thoughts and experiences as they come to realizations or process conflict. BUT, during the entire shave-off I would fully 100% believe that Signor Pirelli was singing about being hot shit in the middle of Peasant Square because someone called him out for being a creepy opportunist watersports enthusiast. So I feel like the general outline of his character was strong and appropriate.

 Anyways so Mrs. Lovett adopts his child slave because that dude dead as shit lmao!!! The kid’s name is Toby. He notably will unaffectedly eat her garbage pies eagerly. Also, between these two events, Anthony shows up at Sweeney’s new little barbershop craphole and begs him to let him stow Johanna there for about an hour when he busts her out of Turpin’s mansion. This works out pretty well for Sweeney in his eyes, seeing as he now just plans to murder LoverBoy over here and steal his daughter back.

 That poor fucking girl. Talk about being treated like an object. Seemingly everyone’s planning a heist to steal her like the goddamn declaration of independence, intentions aside.

 Since we’re up to our first throat-slitting, can I just say that the fake blood looks so incredibly fake? Practical effects are a special interest of mine, but I really don’t think it takes Rick Baker to notice that every drop of red flowing out of these jugulars look almost exactly like fucking clamato juice. I really don’t know what recipe they were using for that stage blood, it looked rather ass. I guess on one hand, the sort of unconvincing appearance of the blood took the edge off the murder scenes a bit for the standard viewer. But like, I’m pretty sure that wasn’t intentional either way. 

 Foolish.

 As the story progresses, Judge Turpin does some irrelevant evil by sentencing some child to death and then informs his good friend, Beadle Bastard that he wants to marry his adoptive daughter Johanna because he’s a degenerate. He doesn’t understand why she wouldn’t think of this as the most wonderful and blessed arrangement. The Beadle tells him that she’ll definitely let him be her Number One Husbando if he gets cleans himself up a bit with a shave. Of course, having been thoroughly impressed by Sweeney Todd’s quick and concise handiwork, he refers him to his establishment on Fleet street. For a few spare moments, it seems like Sweeney Todd has the Judge cornered.

But of course, because love ruins everything, Anthony busts into the shop and completely spoils their combined intentions with Johanna to Turpin, who then storms out with utmost distaste for the two of them. With both his unpleasant guests gone, Todd then breaks into a brief musical number about how now he’s just going to kill every man he can get into his chair, because I mean, isn’t that what you would do?

 Mrs. Lovett is completely unfazed by his dramatic piss-n-moan bullshit and reminds him that they have the corpse of a frilly little man figuratively burning a hole in the bottom of an antique trunk. This is about the time where she figures that unwashed commoners would make for some bomb-ass munchies.

 I’m quite sure that her pies can’t not improve anymore so it’s honestly not a stupid conclusion to reach, just mayhaps a crazy one. A little late to think that though. I’d like a meat pie right about now, myself.

 The scene shifts again, and we see that because Judge Turpin is now aware that his ward would like to tear ass out of town with a boy she likes, he’s arranged for her to be taken into the local mental asylum as punishment for having dreams. During all this commotion, Sweeney refurbishes his chair into a grand mechanism what which dumps corpses into the pie shop’s basement below. This is an invention that serves him very well, seeing as how following its construction, he puts it to work on a bunch of rubes that nobody will miss. There are many pies to be made. This goes on for a time.

The well-informed beggar woman makes a reappearance, almost as if she were important or something, to holler about the apparent mischief going on over at the pie shop. Upon first thought, I really wouldn’t glean that the smoke rising up from the smokestack of the bakery would be conspicuous at all. It’s noted at least once that it smells pretty fucking bad, but that’s really not something I would think to actually be a thing, considering if a body’s cooking it probably smells just as well like any other kind of meat gettin’ all toasty. I understand that without something like this to go noticed by somebody, the plot really couldn’t progress as it does, so it’s necessary. But Idunno man, is Mrs. Lovett burning all their hair in a big pile for funsies or something? Just seems like nothing would be particularly noticeable about it, at least at this stage. One could argue that the sewer runoff in Lovett’s bakehouse was the primary contributor to the stench, but wouldn’t that have already been a problem around town if she were making pies there before Sweeney were involved? Maybe this wench in particular has latent ESP muddied up by delusions, you decide!

Anyways, so everyone loves Mrs. Lovett’s stinky little pies now because of course.

 Toby and his Murder Mom make great business with Mr. Todd’s help. They periodically have to throw out the beggar woman who hovers around the place doomsaying. The fact that none of these customers are offput at all by a raving old woman warning them of the delectable hazards is quite impressive, seeing as how one time there was a weird guy at my local Mcdonalds and I haven’t gone back since. Some people have pies higher on their list of priorities. Can you blame them?

Anyways, that Lovett binch thirsty as hell lol. Sweeney obviously wants nothing to do with her outside of what evidence she can dispose of. Mrs. Lovett was the first true crime fandom mom. Things did not work out for her. What a thought.

 I enjoyed the crisp, cool palette for this sequence. Even with the dated effects, it was rather idyllic. The fact that they bothered to choose two different palettes for flashbacks/daydreaming in this film is a rather small factor, but something I appreciated. Otherwise I think everything would’ve melded together, and not in a good way. There’s just enough shift in color and lighting to make this a rather refreshing-feeling little bridge to events, which reflects the overall tone of its compact little happenings quite well.

 I will say though, through all these whimsical-ass visions of the future, it makes me happy that she’d so clearly envision Toby as apart of their ideal life together. I feel for that kid. All he wants is some gin and a mom. Reasonable for a boy of his age.

 Moving forward, Anthony takes another visit to the barber shop to tell Sweenus that Turpin forcibly committed Johanna to the mental asylum. Why this boy would still trust this guy after he was seen so visibly getting chummy with the Judge is beyond me...and like, Mr. Todd was very obviously mad that he had ruined his appointment, quite personally. I guess the implication here is just that he has nowhere else to turn, but you think there’d be even a lick of apprehension or fear or something other than the bland-ass love-blinded excitement this boy uniformly expresses. Truly an uninteresting, flimsy character. Don’t know if that much could be done about it, though. Working with the circumstance, Sweeney decidedly sets up reconciliation with Turpin, and for BitchBoy to infiltrate the asylum under the guise of being a wigmaker’s apprentice who is collecting hair, as that’s just what they did back then, because government bad.

 Also, Toby has figured out there’s something fucky with the barber man upstairs, so because he’s a sweet kid who deserves better, he swears to protect his new mother from him. The immediate solution is of course to lock him in the bakehouse in the basement so he can be murdered. Toby’s the real victim here. He very soon discovers the gruesome natures of the pies.

And also, Anthony rescues Johanna or something, I guess. 

 Then Beadle Bamford shows up at the shop to file a formal complaint and inspection on the grounds of Stinky-Ass Chimney. He gets murderalized. Toby isn’t too happy at this point, seeing as it’s raining dead people inside the bakehouse. But it’s okay, because his mom and her fake boyfriend come back to murder him. They can’t find him, though.

 Boring #1 and Boring #2 came back to an empty barbershop. Johanna quite understandably thinks this arrangement is a little shitty sounding, but rather because she’s traumatized to hell and back instead of the idea that they’re going to be living in uncertain means in unfamiliar places with very poor understanding of each other as people. Would it really have killed you to add in like one more line? So then BoringLad runs off to get them a ride out of dodge, and Johanna climbs into the trunk in the corner of the room because the beggar woman is quickly approaching, searching for the Beadle. Todd returns and wants absolutely none of this nonsense in his face, so he just straight-up murders the poor old woman, dumping her down the hatch. Her last words are notably her recognizing the crazy bastard from somewhere. 

 Judge Asshole storms onto the scene. Sweeney butters him up pretty nicely under the pretense that Johanna totally wants to get married to a dirty old man like nobody’s business. But of course he insists on giving him one last shave.

 That went about as you’d expect.

 Johanna’s found cowering in the corner, but goes unrecognized due to Sweeney Todd’s absolutely photographic memory and unrivaled discerning eye regarding Shitty Disguises. She barely escapes with her life, because he has to go attend to a distressed PieWench down in the cellar. She was alarmed by a writhing corpse, but very obviously wants to dispose of the lot of them post-haste. Well that’s for a good reason.

Because she totally lied about Sweeney’s wife being dead. Even though she insists it was only with her love for him in mind, she still let him just go ahead and murder her.

Her punishment is fire.

With all he had ever worked to love and protect dead or gone, Mr. Todd mourns over the crumpled body of his bled wife. His entire purpose having been reclaiming his family upon his freedom, his revenge is thoroughly unfulfilling as he agonizes at the even deeper loss his brutality cost him.

Toby, having gone forgotten, re-emerges from the sewer grating. He too lost everything, but with absolutely no cruel hand in it. He does the world a favor and puts an end to someone who never considered what cost the end was to others. 

This is the final scene.

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------TL;DR : Overall, I think Sweenus Weenus: The Demab Babbin of Fleef Streef was very well executed, with most of its flaws being mere knicks in its surface and not wildly illogical. The general pacing was very good, shots framed nicely, and kept the action at a rate where I wasn’t questioning even pettier things that potentially didn’t matter. Maybe that’s just because I’m an idiot, but I feel like this story is both thrilling and easy to immerse yourself in, which is rather successful storytelling in my eyes. The dulled color palette was broken up nicely and never lent to a feeling of boredom. The fake blood looked awful, though. Johanna and Anthony were the worst part of the movie. The musical numbers are somber and have a kind of whiny motif, which are honestly catchy as fuck to me. This story definitely has no happy endings from any angle, but I think if you find yourself wanting to mope a bit it can match that atmosphere very well. It makes for a good rainy day movie, and an even better Halloween movie.

7.9/10

#sweeney todd #movie review #musical #tim burton #movie critic #tw: violence #tw: blood #tw: rape #recommended

[creepy-mcnightmare]

1-59 lol

1. selfie

2. what would you name your future kids?

I don’t really plan on having any kids but I have always quite liked the name Rose

3. do you miss anyone?

I quite miss seeing my grand parents. I also miss loads of people I used to drink and party with before COVID

4. what are you looking forward to?

Really looking forward to going clubbing again. Clubbing, seeing friend, music festivals and holidays

5. is there anyone who can always make you smile?

My girlfriend 😊 she’s a gem and every little thing she does can make me smile or laugh

6. is it hard for you to get over someone?

I don’t think I have ever had to

7. what was your life like last year?

Pretty much the same apart from now I can go to gigs and clubs

8. have you ever cried because you were so annoyed?

Probably. Things annoy me quite a lot

9. who did you last see in person?

My girlfriend

10. are you good at hiding your feelings?

I’m mostly an open book but some people can read me better than others

11. are you listening to music right now?

Yeah, MGK & CORPSE - DAYWALKER!

12. what is something you want right now?

A pizza with meat alternative toppings

13. how do you feel right now?

A little tired and a little thirsty

14. when was the last time someone of the opposite sex hugged you?

About 15-20 minutes ago 😂

15. personality description?

60% great music taste, 15% memes, 15% Cartoon quotes and 10% pointless facts

16. have you ever wanted to tell someone something but you didn’t?

Yeah but I didn’t want to hurt the person’s feelings

17. opinion on insecurities?

I have man. I’m trying not to

18. do you miss how things were a year ago?

Naaa, things were fucked a year ago

19. have you ever been to New York?

No but I would absolutely love to

20. what is your favourite song at the moment?

Holy Roller - Spiritbox

21. age and birthday?

I’m 27 years old and my birthday is the 25th of March (in case anyone wants to buy me something for next year 😉)

22. description of crush?

My girlfriend is my crush. So I would say a hot redhead with pale skin and tattoos

23. fear(s)

Deep open water (like being in the middle of the ocean)

Friends/family/loved ones getting hurt or attacked

24. height?

About 6’

25. role model

My parents

26. idol(s)

I don’t really have any idols

27. things i hate

Racists, sexists, homophobes, xenophobes, fascists and those kinds of people

28. i’ll love you if…

Buy me really tasty take away food or cook me an amazing meal

29. favourite film(s)?

I’m a huge Star Wars nerd so any of those films. Also Pulp Fiction, Lilo & Stitch, Scott Pilgrim vs The World and Shaun Of The Dead

30. favourite tv show(s)?

Futurama, The Simpsons, Task Master and there are probably loads more I can’t think of right now

31. 3 random facts

There are some species of jellyfish that are technically immortal

A series of studies found that people who listen to heavy metal are happier than people who listen to any other genres of music

32. are your friends mainly girls or guys?

I would say mainly guys

33. something you want to learn

I want to learn barbering and hairdressing

34. most embarrassing moment

I’m not sure, probably something I did when I was drunk

35. favourite subject

I really enjoyed science in high school

36. 3 dreams you want to fulfill?

I want to DJ at a big alternative festival

Act in a Hollywood blockbuster

Start a successful band

37. favourite actor/actress

Johnny Depp

38. favourite comedian(s)

Romesh Ranganathan

Russel Howard

Noel Fielding

39. favourite sport(s)

Skateboarding

Bmx

40. favourite memory

The first time at Disney World and my girlfriends expression seeing Main Street and the castle

41. relationship status

In a relationship

42. favourite book(s)

Pretty much anything by H.P Lovecraft

43. favourite song ever

That would be impossible to say 😂

44. age you get mistaken for

23

45. how you found out about your idol

I don’t really have any

46. what my last text message says

5 minutes

47. turn ons

Neck kissing, lip biting, grinding that kind of stuff

48. turn offs

People who aren’t genuine and rudeness

49. where i want to be right now

Somewhere hot, by the beach with lots of alcohol

50. favourite picture of your idol

N/A

51. starsign

Aries

52. something i’m talented at

Djing (I like to hope at least)

53. 5 things that make me happy

Animals

My friends

Food

Music

Video games

54. something thats worrying me at the moment

My headache

55. tumblr friends

There are too many to list

56. favourite food(s)

Pizza

Pasta

Cheese

57. favourite animal(s)

Cats

Dogs

Lizards

Snakes

Bats

58. description of my best friend

Loyal, funny and great on nights out

59. why i joined tumblr

Because a load of people in my college class had it 😂

#ask #ask me stuff #ask me anything #questions #question #numbers #send me numbers #get to know me #me #anon #anon asks #anonymous #anonymous asks

[professordrarry]

Tagged by @belleslettres-love who will hopefully not hate me cuz I was so snarky when answering this but don't let that fool you! I had fun, I'm just a brat...

Rules: Answer any 20 questions about yourself and then tag 20 followers that you wanna get to know better!

name: Professor Drarry….ha you thought you were gonna get that out of me didn’t you?

nickname: Prof, ProfD, Jerkface, Egg, and occasionally “omg shut up you evil minion”.

age: 150.

gender: is a societal construct.

orientation: most recently I have been labelled a ghost apologist and an Arthurian Lesbian, which are both closer to accurate than I’ve ever come on my own, so… ;)

height: too short to reach the top shelf of my kitchen cabinet.

favourite colour: violently green green. And mint. But not together?

book recommendation: Holding Up The Universe, Jennifer Niven; We Were Liars, E. Lockhart (it is very hard to shock me with a book….but holy crap. This one had me shook fo daaaays)

movie recommendation: THE GREATEST SHOWMAN

anime recommendation: The Place Promised in Our Early Days

music recommendation: Matthew Barber. The Mountain Goats.

coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: whichever one is being brought to me in bed...

cats or dogs: dogs.

favorite meme: does party dumbles and Snape count? That might be just a gif. Guys, I'm old.

i want to live long enough to witness: I’m not optimistic enough to answer this question… I tried for like ten minutes to think of something not climate related.

weird obsessions: Tulips, Drarry dads headcanons, Walt Whitman

tumblr birthday: sometime in January? Am I supposed to know that?

how many sideblogs: none, just this messy disaster of a multi fandom blog where I never remember to tag ‘not hp’.

random fact about me: I am deathly afraid of goats. No I'm not kidding. No it's not funny. Well okay... Its funny until I am near a goat. Then not. Funny. Do not put the goat near me and pretend it's a sheep. Do not tell me there is a goat when there isn't. Don't buy me a surprise birthday goat. Not. Funny.

goals for 2018: actually write all the shit I’ve signed up for, land permanent job, obtain dog.

If you read all the way to the end of this YOU HAVE BEEN TAGGED. And we are gonna go with 90s bloody Mary rules on this one...you can pretend you didn't see it, and ignore the tagging. But you know every time you are in a dark empty bathroom... Wait. I've gone off track here...

#tag games #Adventures in oversharing #I am well aware of how crazy I am thank you very much #NO GOATS

[fulloflesbeans]

Hazel Eyes & Cake Pops [Ch. 2]

Read on Ao3 here

The next day, Chloe and I woke up around seven-forty and she made me practice how to approach and what to say to the girl. It was painful, really, to be a part of and probably watching it too.

"Do you have to practice again?" Chloe asked once again. The look on her face suggested she didn’t want to do it anymore. We stood together in the middle of the living room in our pajamas while she was trying to show me how to act and what to say.

"Chloe, no matter how many times I do this, I'm going to mess it up once it happens."

"You know what," Chloe pressed her hands together, "Let's go to Starbucks. I'll work, you'll relax, I'll pay for all the fucking coffee cups you want, hot or cold or whatever-the-fuck, and we’ll talk on my breaks.”

She had me at "relax," but the drinks were a plus.

"Bruh, I should really work in a bar instead."

"I feel like that's more your forte," I replied, "You should look into that."

"I have been, but you benefit from the coffee. I'll get it as a second job during the night. Damn, my mom would be proud of me."

She hasn’t spoken to her mom since we left. I was still in touch with my mom and dad, but I remember she fixed her relationship with her stepfather. She talked about them in a better light at the very least, though I wondered if she ever missed them.

"So, get ready," she told me, "You're hanging out there."

"I will," I headed to our room, "I think I'll keep my hair up like this."

I grabbed jeans and a t-shirt. My jeans were ripped and my shirt was a plain white one, with a black pocket. I put on my favorite gray jacket and I was ready.

I sat down on the couch again; the TV was still playing the food channel. I never understood the appeal of watching food, but now as a nineteen-year-old college student, I couldn't bring myself to stop watching it. Ironic to say as my diet continued to transcend into dangerous amounts of coffee per day.

"Today, I'll treat you to the pirate cake pop little shits," Chloe came back out in her all-black and green apron, "Right, remind you of our times together to chill out a bit."

"That would be nice." I replied, turning the TV off. I didn’t eat those much; it was a little too sweet every time I get them. Chloe was offering, so I didn’t mind that.

I’ve noticed at her job that she was very good at spelling people's names. I've asked if misspelling on purpose was a thing, but she didn't know what I was talking about. We passed by my school, looking very empty on the outside since class was in session, and went to the Starbucks parking structure. It was a parking structure for lots of the things in the area and it was well-hidden behind my school.

We walked into the café; the employees were still setting up and getting everything ready for the day.

"I'll pay for the things, 'kay?" Chloe asserted.

"I can go half—"

"You're broke," Chloe said before walking through the employees only door, "Let me do it."

As she disappeared, all I thought was how right she was. I only had one dollar in my wallet.

"Chloe, you're here!" An employee called out excitedly.

"Sup, I need one black coffee and about ten pops!" Her voice became further and further away.

I sat alone at a two-person table. I really liked circle tables, like this table was for me and for me only, even with the second chair.

I went into my phone and went through apps again. I got texts from Rachel from time-to-time. I tapped my fingers against the wooden table as I looked at my phone, looking at memes. I saw this new one about a monkey in a barber chair and I’ve never been more confused.

I heard the door open, and I look for a couple seconds, before looking down again.

"Max, you're not happy to see me?!" I recognized the voice in a heartbeat. I looked up and met with Rachel’s eyes, bright and happily looking down at me.

"Oh, Rachel!" I stood up and hugged her. Despite being a worldwide model star, she was still in her blue flannel. She was only gone for about ten months, we thought it would be for a couple years.

"I took an overnight flight here. I didn't want to say that it was my last show for the time being; I wanted to surprise you! Your hair is hella cool!"

"I'm happy to see you. Chloe is going to break and lose everything once she sees you."

"Good, because I'm going to do that, too." Rachel goes to the front counter.

Chloe came out again from the back with a cup of coffee in hand.

"Here," she roughly dropped the cup in front of me, "Don't lose your shit, alright?"

"You should be saying that to yourself." Rachel spoke up.

Chloe took a minute to become fully aware of what she just heard, turned around, dropped her jaw, and then ran to kiss and hug Rachel. The both of them sounded like they were ready to cry. It wasn’t super romantic because they were in the middle of Starbucks, but no one stopped them.

"You're really here!" Chloe exclaimed. Rachel was silent. I admired them from my seat. Even I wanted to tear up at the sight.

"I wanted to surprise you. It felt like I've been apart from you for too long."

I took my camera out and took pictures of them. They will definitely want something to remember it.

The two finally separated.

"What do you want to eat? I'll make it for you."

"I already did, but maybe later. Max, do you want anything?” Rachel turned her head to me.

"She does actually," Chloe interrupted, "She only drinks coffee."

"Eat a sandwich at least," Rachel walked over and sat across from me, "You don’t eat anything else?”

"I drink like… three cups a day.”

Chloe scoffed, "More like three hundred."

She walked back to behind the counter again.

Rachel clasped her hands together, "On second thought, I'll eat a little bit. I'm going to buy a sandwich and a coffee for myself.”

"Do I have a problem, Rachel?" I asked.

"No, I just want you to eat something." Rachel stood up again. Chloe was the cashier, so she was all smiles. I haven't seen Chloe smile so big in a long time.

I heard Rachel say, "Does she eat anything here?”

"Nope, I don’t know what the hell she eats anymore."

Now hearing it, it was embarrassing. My diet was fucked.

Rachel came back with the receipt, "You should tell Chloe what you eat, you know.”

"I only eat snacks. I didn’t think it was that important to mention."

She rolled her eyes, smiling in the end with a light laugh.

"So," she clasped her hands together again, "Tell me about this mystery girl."

"She's just a girl in my Tuesday class. I always thought she was pretty and, since the first time she smiled at me, I've been too afraid to speak to her."

"I get you," Rachel nodded her as she listened, "I can see why Chloe told you to open up."

"I tried to practice earlier, but none of it felt right. Chloe tried her best."

"Just let it happen naturally, Max. I know you developed some anxiety from moving before and then moving here. All you need to do is get those first words out, then all that stress is going to melt off."

The both of them really took my anxiety into consideration. It made me feel happy, if not a dead weight they had to drag around.

As I looked down, the door opened up again and I couldn't believe it. It was her. I slammed my hands down and the look of Rachel's face she knew.

"She's really cute, Max." Rachel whispered to me. She had the same bun and wore the same cardigan and in her hand, was the same sketchbook.

"I'm gonna talk to her." Rachel stood up quickly. I grabbed her wrist; I think that was the fastest reaction I ever had.

"I'm not ready." I whined. I probably looked pathetic; I felt like it.

"I'm not going to mention you." She patted the back of my hand. I let go.

She went through a quick order and Rachel caught up right away. I had to listen.

"Hey, I just wanted to say that I like your hair." Rachel started the conversation.

"Oh, thank you," she replied, "I like your earring."

Her voice sounded timid and tired.

"Do you go to that art school? I’m asking because of your book."

"Yes! I'm almost done with my third quarter."

"That must be a relief."

"It is, but… you do have a familiar face."

"You look at magazines often?"

"Oh, yes, you're a model! My roommate talks about you a lot—"

I stopped listening when Chloe came back out with two bags of sandwiches and a box. It was full of cake pops, surely.

"Who is she talking to?" Chloe bent over and voice low.

"The girl I need help talking to."

"Um, hello, talk to her! She might fall in love with Rachel!"

There was still anger in her tone, even though she was practically whispering.

"I wouldn't be surprised if she did."

Chloe smacked me on the forehead. I could barely hear their conversation anymore because of the blender. Chloe walked back to her job and Rachel walked back to me, leaving her to go to her own table.

"What did you learn?" I asked her.

"Her name's Kate, she's an animation major, and she loves rabbits." Rachel listed.

I nodded, fiddling with my sleeves. I pressed my lips together to say something, but she wasn’t done yet.

"She's also very religious. She went on this whole thing about God; it was surprisingly fascinating."

Okay, there goes my hopes down the drain. It was one of those things you first learn as a gay woman, and it was to never fall for a straight girl. I thought it was a joke, but I have had my fair share of crushes that ended up being very one-sided.

"Hey, don't get all sad," she grabbed her sandwich, "Just because she loves God and all, doesn't mean there's no chance. I still want you to try."

The chance was so slim that light wouldn't shine between the cracks. Rachel was so good at speaking and connecting to people, I was envious of that. I had no hope, but if I gave up now, would I really ever know? I have only ever been in one relationship in my life and it ended a few years ago on a bad note. I need a long talk with myself.

We stayed for half of Chloe's shift. The sandwich was good, even though it was tasty, it was still unsatisfying. She drove us to our apartment, so Rachel can admire the decor and whatnot. She said she was going to sleepover and said something about getting her bags later.

She had the box of cake pops in her hands; we only ate a couple.

"How much is rent here?" She asked.

"It's about nine-hundred, I think, without water and electricity," I replied, unlocking the front door, "welcome to pirate cove."

"It reminds me so much of Chloe's old room. It's so like you guys to be disorganized. I'm into it." She walked in and looked at every single poster. Her standards were still the same; I thought they would change since she was now constantly surrounded by glamorous and expensive materials.

"How do you guys pay for this thing?" Rachel placed the box on our dining table. She sat down on the couch, sinking into the brown cushions.

I sat next to her, falling into the seat, "We were given some money from our families."

"You guys are saving most of the money, right?"

"When you only drink stuff, we pretty much save ninety-nine percent of it. She wants to get a job during the night at a bar, though."

Rachel crossed her legs, left over right, "That's good. It’s more of her style! You should really eat better."

"Rachel, it's enough that you're here at all; don't waste your money on me," I looked down at our feet, "I know, right? I was proud of her when she got a job, but I never pictured her as a coffee barista."

"But hey," Rachel shifted in her seat, "Does Chloe still smoke once in a while?"

"No, actually. I haven't seen or smelled any since we moved. Why do you ask?"

In the whole year we’ve lived here, Chloe never needed to do the wake-and-bake or just any kind of smoking. It was never mentioned and brought up ever again.

"It was her thing, you know that. I was just curious because I stopped completely."

“Oh, nice. I always thought drugs were huge in the model industry.”

“They are. I wanted to stop. After everything at Blackwell and there, in general, I just needed a new start.”

I nodded. I couldn't agree more. Rachel never liked living in Arcadia Bay, hated it more than us. She left before we did in order to pursue her career. Chloe was bitter about it and still kinda was, but won’t admit it. It all paid off in the end, though.

“Promise me, Max,” She had her pinky finger out, “You’re going to eat more and better and you will talk to Kate.”

“Y-you want me to talk to her next week?”

“Not necessarily, but soon.”

She had a really big smile on her face, waiting for an answer, as she goggled at me.

I suppressed a groan, but I nodded my head, hooking my pinky with hers, "Okay."

Rachel nodded more enthusiastically, "Now, when Chloe gets back, we're going to rest, and then later, we're taking you out."

"What?"

"You need to loosen up a little bit! We want you to relax and it's obvious you're tense! We have to get you out." Rachel grabbed me by the shoulders and shook me front and back.

I blinked and get back into reality again, "Sounds fun."

#life is strange #max caulfield #kate marsh #marshfield #my fanfiction

[butch-lesbian-marshadow]

Answer all the gay questions 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

1. describe your idea of a perfect date If they’re trying to get with me, Food. If we’re already together then uhhhh, probably still food, maybe a movie.

2. whats your “type” I don’t really have a type type tbh, Im gay for pretty much anyone  as long as they aren’t a giant asswipe. 

3. do you want kids? I wouldn’t mind having kids, depends on the partner tbh

4. if you do, will you adopt or use some other form of child birth?depends on the partner

5. describe the cutest date you’ve ever been on. Went on a date with a Friend back when we were both Eggs. We  went out for lunch together and walked around town and watched  PMMM Rebellion. also technically the only date.

6. describe your experience having sex for the first time (were you nervous? or was it easy peasy?) I am lonely and a virgin, my dear question meme.

7. are you a morning time gay or night time gay? considering that the demon crawls out of my skin and  consumes my mind and personality at night, the mornings sound pretty dope.

8. opinion on nap dates? Thats not a date no one is conscious.

9. opinion on brown eyes? Gooddd!! mine are like, basically black tbh but its still considered “brown”

10. dog gay or cat gay? Never had a dog, and I don’t know if my cat was gay or not. Actually I don’t even know what gender they were.....We might have had a nb cat now that I think about it. Wait you meant which one. Ohh ohh i get it now, mbmb If I had to choose I’d say-

11. would you ever date someone who owned rodents or reptiles? As long as they aren’t  like, mega creepy about it.

12. whats a turn off you look for before you start officially dating someone? Terf, Nazi, White supremacist, misogynist,  ally of one of the aformentioned groups, No strong odors pls.and I guess nothing that seems like, too desperate?

13. what is a misconception you had about lgb people before you realized you were one? That all of them  cared about the T

14. what is a piece of advice you would give to your younger self? You’re a girl

15. (if attracted to more than one gender) do you have different “types” for different genders? Now that I think about it, yeah. Guys who are too “dangerous” or “badboys” arent really super appealing to me, but if I saw a woman literally murder someone in the street and eat a baby I’d probably  follow her into the deepest pits of hell because my dumb ass is too gay for my own good.

16. who is an ex you regret? I regret none of them

17. night club gay or cafe gay? *They’re both great!!!!

18. who is one person you would “go straight” for It’s literally impossible for me to go straight for someone im pansexual

19. video game gay, book gay, or movie gay? attention span is too short for books, memory is too bad for movies, although I like both. I guess Games win by default

20. favourite gay ship (canon or not) PHARMERCYPHARMERCYPHARMERCYPHARMERCYPHARMERCYPHARMERCYPHARMERCYPHARMERCYPHARMERCYPHARMERCYPHARMERCYPHARMERCYPHARMERCYPHARMERCYPHARMERCYPHARMERCYPHARMERCYPHARMERCYPHARMERCYPHARMERCYPHARMERCYPHARMERCY

21. favourite gay youtuber Gay what?

22. have you ever unknowingly asked out a straight person? how would I know if they’re straight if it’s unknowingly? also psure I’f I did ask someone out there’s no way in hell they would be straight.

23. have you ever been in love? I used to think so, but I kind of doubt it more and more I guess,

24. have you ever been heartbroken? I think, yeah

25. how do you determine if you want to be them or be with someone Why would I want to ever Be them when I can be me?

26. favourite lgb musician/band Samuel Barber, if only because people still try to argue that he’s straight even though he bought a cottage with his BF 

27. what is a piece of advice you have for young / baby gays Women and men’s bodies aren’t nearly as different as people think. There are plenty of cis women with facial hair, broad shoulders, narrow hips, and deep voices, and there are plenty of cis men who are short, with high voices, wide hips,  and narrower shoulders. Don’t feel like you’ll never  look good in your body, because you will, one day. and don’t beat yourself up over what you feel like “doesn’t fit” because  your body is special and wonderful, and there is someone out there who will See you for you, and Love you for you. Also, If for whatever reason you want facial hair, but its super thin/ looks like   really scruffy, It’s honestly just better to  go clean shaven. Plenty of peeps think clean shaven men are hot. 

28. are you out? if so how did you come out to my mom? sat down and talked with her on the couch. To like, 2 or 3 peeps I knew from School, a message or two. To everyone else I just said “fuck it” and changed my name on fb and pic and gender and everything.

29. what is the most uncomfortable / strange coming out experience you have Not enough celebration and congratulations Celebrating me. 

30. what is a piece of advice for people who may not be in a safe place to express their sexuality There are a lot of subtle changes you can make to slowly start living more towards your lifestyle without outing yourself. Most straight and cis people tend to be a little bit more oblivious than you think,  although if you can, try and gauge  the risks of doing so if you feel like the person is especially dangerous or like you might not have a place to go if you do get outed.  @bvcharest bich i kno it was u

[0225pm]

something random part 2

41. what’s the last book you remember really, really loving? - oh. my. gods. by tera lynn childs

42. do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it. - this 24/7 indian shop cus they have really nice murtabak and mutton chop and it’s frikin 24/7!!! you can satisfy your hunger anytime

43. who was the last person you gazed at the stars with? - um sg has no stars but i was with farhan

44. when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything? - times when i didn’t have to worry about what i want to do or be when i’m older or worry about money or the future

45. do you trust your instincts a lot? - not really

46. tell us the worst pun you can think of. - here is some hot tea because you know, you’re a hottie ;)

47. what food do you think should be banned from the universe? - um idk there are probably a lot of food that i haven’t tried before so i can’t say ban what for now

48. what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today? - growing old, duh still is

49. do you like buying cds and records? what was the last one you bought? - if i have the money to invest in physical copies of tracks i love i would but the last one i bought was one of bap’s album

50. what’s an odd thing you collect? - it isn’t odd but, dust. LOLLLLLL jk. receipts i guess

51. think of a person. what song do you associate with them? - superhuman by chris brown ft. keri hilson

52. what are you favorite memes of the year so far? - big shaq ahahahaha 2 + 2 is 4 minus 1 that’s 3 quick math hahahaahahha

53. have you ever watched the rocky horror picture show? heathers? beetlejuice? pulp fiction? what do you think of them? - on the list

54. who’s the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face? - ain’t gonna say

55. what’s the most dramatic thing you’ve ever done to prove a point? - swore on my life

56. what are some things you find endearing in people? - when i see old people holding hands or just being all romantic it just really warms my heart because true love exists :’)

57. go listen to bohemian rhapsody. how did it make you feel? did you dramatically reenact the lyrics? - um

58. who’s the wine mom and who’s the vodka aunt in your group of friends? why? - who’s classy and who’s wildinggggggg is it idk

59. what’s your favorite myth? - angels are not real because um hello i’m an angle??? hahahhahaha

60. do you like poetry? what are some of your faves? - rain drop drop top i eat non stop - hella cute hella fine be my hella valentine - are you a spoon? cus you keep stirring up my heart

61. what’s the stupidest gift you’ve ever given? the stupidest one you’ve ever received? - ok la not really stupid la but i gave a piggy bank before and i received tissues as a gift

62. do you drink juice in the morning? which kind? - it’s called cold plain water

63. are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be? - LOL i am a mess remember haha kinda wish i can be a little bit more organized

64. what color is the sky where you are right now? - dark

65. is there anyone you haven’t seen in a long time who you’d love to hang out with? - yes idek what happened between us tbh but we stopped talking to each other

66. what would your ideal flower crown look like? - haven’t really given this much thought

67. how do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel? - shiok cus it means there’s a chance of rain happening

68. what’s winter like where you live? - sg no winter

69. what are your favorite board games? - monopoly, is uno a board game? cus i like uno too

70. have you ever used an ouija board? - no

71. what’s your favorite kind of tea? - earl grey, milk tea

72. are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you’ll forget it? - somewhat

73. what are some of your worst habits? - nail biting, overthinking

74. describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns. - curly hair, wears glasses, good sense of style

75. tell us about your pets! - we used to keep hamsters but they have since passed away

76. is there anything you should be doing now but aren’t? - ya wtffffff what are priorities man

77. pink or yellow lemonade? - got differences? yellow???????? 

78. are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub? - fanclub they’re so squishy

79. what’s one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you? - coming over to my place at frikin 4+am in the morning just because he misses me and wanted to have breakfast before he leaves for work. i guess it’s not really something that’s “cute” but the reason why’s cute - or the one time when i suggested a hair cut style and he showed the barber a pic of jk from bts

80. what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why? - green, my dad picked the color

81. describe one of your friend’s eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of. - what you get in your christmas socks if you’ve been naughty

82. are/were you good in school? - no LOL

83. what’s some of your favorite album art? - um

84. are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones? - yoooOoOooo i really want to but like idk 

85. do you read comics? what are your faves? - manga, uzumaki

86. do you like concept albums? which ones? - yaaaaaaaa

87. what are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives? - omg i really don’t know cus i’ll watch whatever i feel interesting tbh so i can’t recommend

88. are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoyed? - the dance moves for gogo

89. are you close to your parents? - yes my mom

90. talk about one of your favorite cities. - haven’t really travel anyone else other than places in sg

91. where do you plan on traveling this year? - to farhan’s heart ;) HAHAHHA no money to travel

92. are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch? - drown in cheese

93. what’s the hairstyle you wear the most? - curled ends

94. who was the last person you know to have a birthday? - my aunt

95. what are your plans for this weekend? - it’s saturday so i’m probably gonna be going to my aunt’s

96. do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot? - procrastinate ahhaah later later later

97. myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house? - um, gemini, slytherin

98. when’s the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it? - uhhhhhhhh

99. list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them. - too manyyyyyyy

100. if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why? - ok i obviously want to see the future so i would rather press that one but going back 5 years is also good so i can make my decisions and choices of life wisely considering that i still have my memories before going back to the past

#personal #questions