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[freckleslikestars]

March 6th

a look at some of Mulder and Scully’s anniversaries throughout the years, spanning from mid-Season One to post-Season Eleven

I wote this for the philefest zine and then completely forgot about it until right now.

2411 words, read here on AO3

March 6th 1994

She arrives, as usual, ten minutes early, a sweet smile and her hand tucked behind her back as she places two disposable coffee cups on the desk and drops her briefcase to the chair that’s unofficially become hers, ‘gotcha something.’

The twinkling mirth in her eyes is infectious, and he kicks his feet from where they’re resting on the edge of his desk and leans forward, elbows on the desk, ‘oh yeah?’ He’d called her in on a Sunday to go over their travel plans to Tennessee, and given that, he was mildly surprised that she was in such a good mood.

‘Mm-hm,’ she pulls her hand from behind her back, revealing a cupcake with a single candle in it. After a quick rummage in her pocket, she pulls out a disposable lighter and sparks a flame to life, ‘ta-da,’ her soft murmur, suddenly shy as she presents the little confection to him.

‘My birthday’s in October, Scully.’

‘Yeah, I, um...’ she swallows, clears her throat. ‘Today’s the- it’s March 6th. It’s been a year since I joined you on the X-Files. I figured...’ she shrugs and sighs, ‘I dunno, it’s stupid.’

‘No,’ Mulder shakes his head rapidly, smiling disarmingly, ‘no, it’s not stupid,’ he thinks about the box on his bookshelf at home that he’d agonised over whether to give her as he wrapped it the night before. ‘May I?’ he points at the candle, and she nods, clearing her throat again after he blows it out. ‘I, uh, I think I’ve got a knife here somewhere; we can split it?’

‘Sure,’ she ducks her chin, hiding her smile, as she passes it over.

On closer inspection, a grey fondant alien face tops the buttercream, and he grins up at her as he hands over her half, ‘happy first anniversary, Scully.’

March 6th 1995

He’d almost lost her. She’d been taken, and he almost hadn’t been able to get her back, and for three months, he’d been wracked with guilt and lost without her. But she was alive. She was still right there by his side, and he could see the determination that lined her face as she stuck by him, refusing to budge, refusing to leave him.

Their first year together was tame in comparison to the insanity that had befallen the two of them in their second year as partners, and he wonders idly if it was only going to get worse. He can’t imagine anything worse than sacrificing his sister for her.

He’s bought a cake, just a little one, from the grocery store round the corner from his apartment, and he’s stuck two candles wonkily in it. It’s less personal than the little alien cupcake Scully bought last year, but the store didn’t have anything more appropriate, and he knew how much Scully loved chocolate and how she wouldn’t have chosen it herself for some misguided belief that she needed to maintain her figure. So a decadent chocolate cake for six with wonky candles is what it’s going to be.

Her face lights up when she walks in and sees it, her grin widening further when she looks up at the shy smile on his face.

‘I think it’s your turn to blow them out this year,’ Mulder says as he strikes a match and lights the candles.

She nods as she sits down, blows them out and props her chin in her hand as she gazes longingly at the cake, ‘Mulder, do you think we’ll still be doing this next year? In five years’ time? Ten?’

He grins and cuts into the cake, daubing chocolate frosting on her nose before handing her a slice, ‘I think, Scully, that we’ll be doing this for another thirty years. Minimum. You’re not gonna get rid of me that quickly.’

March 6th 1998

‘We’ve got a detective coming in to talk to us about a dead drug dealer at ten,’ he says as she pushes through the door, a tray of cupcakes balanced in her hands. She’d been up most of the night trying to bake them, her mom on the phone as guidance. It was chemistry and physics, things she excelled at, but somehow baking was not her forte, and it had taken three attempts to get them right. But her mother’s pink lemonade cupcake recipe was always a crowd-pleaser, pink frosting and all, and she had wanted to do something special.

Five years. Five years in his basement office, chasing unbelievable things. Five years of missing time and abductions and cancer and sisters. Five years of surviving. That was something worth celebrating.

She nods in acknowledgement, depositing the tray on the desk and whipping out a pack of candles from her pocket, ‘well, that gives us two hours to enjoy cake, then.’

‘They look...good,’ he hesitates, and she rolls her eyes.

‘They’re rustic, okay. I’m not the most...artistic. Next year I’ll get my mother to make them.’

‘No, really, they look great. I’m sure they taste delicious.’

She smiles, lighting the candles, ‘I should hope so. I’ve been looking forward to this.’ They’d skipped cake last year, her appetite waning and neither of them in the mood to celebrate. With a flourish, she presents the candles to him, waiting for him to blow them out, and frowns when he hesitates.

‘I think you should be the one to blow them out. You missed your turn last year.’

She gives a small nod and breathes in, extinguishing the five flames in quick succession.

‘I, uh, I got you something,’ he says, clearing his throat and rummaging through his desk drawer.

‘Mulder, you didn’t have to get me anything.’

‘Actually, I got it for you a long time ago, but it never felt like the right time,’ he shrugs, pulling it out with a quiet ‘a-hah.’ He hands the box over, nervously biting his lip as she delicately opens it. ‘It’s, uh, it’s a snow globe.’

‘I can see that.’

‘It’s got a UFO in.’

‘Yeah. Yeah, it does,’ she smiles softly. She shakes it, watching glitter swirl around the little cartoony spaceship. ‘Thank you, Mulder, I love it. Happy five years.’

‘Happy five years, Scully.’

March 8th 2003

She’d been working the graveyard shift in a bar two towns over from the motel they were staying at that month, bringing in what little cash she could to fund their constant running, and time had started slipping. Neither of them had looked at a calendar in more than a month, her birthday having gone unnoticed and unrecognised, and it was only because he’d grabbed a paper from the motel reception that he even noted the date. So, whilst she was sleeping the day away, the curtains drawn and the rattly heater struggling to take the late-winter chill off the room, he donned his coat and baseball cap and headed out to the nearest store.

With gas station cookies and a disposable lighter, he perches on the edge of the bed and gently shakes her awake, brushes the back of his forefinger across her cheekbone when she stirs, ‘hey, Beautiful.’

‘Mmm, time is it?’

‘Just gone noon,’ he murmurs, smiling when she groans and rolls away, ‘it’s March, Baby.’

‘March?’

‘Yeah. We missed our anniversary.’

She buries her face in the coarse motel pillow, mumbling, ‘our anniversary was months ago, Mulder.’

He gives a sad chuff, nodding at the other anniversary they missed, ‘no, not that one. The day you came in and turned my life upside-down. We’re a couple of days late, but...’ She drags herself up, rubs her eyes and smiles blearily at him, cupping his scruffy cheek. ‘I couldn’t get cake or candles, but I got cookies, and you can blow this out,’ he flicks the lighter on, holding it out for her to blow out, and she gives a quiet chuckle.

‘Ten years, huh?’

‘Ten whole years. Happy anniversary, Baby.’

March 6th 2013

It’s dark out when she phones, and he’s been staring at the ceiling for an indefinite amount of time. He’s numb, unable to muster the energy to lie convincingly when she asks how he is; if he’s eating properly and getting enough sleep. He tries to feel something when he hears her sniffing and stifling a sob, tries to summon enough emotion to make his voice not sound flat when he tells her he misses her.

It’s not until he looks at the phone screen when she hangs up that he realises it’s twenty years since they met.

March 6th 2018

Her hair’s short again, almost the length it was twenty-five years ago, and though the laugh lines and the crease that permanently furrows her brow these days have deepened, her eyes still hold that same disbelieving mirth they twinkled with that first day as she held her hand out for him to shake.

‘You’re staring,’ she says, peering over the top of the case file she’s studying.

‘Am I?’

‘Mm-hm,’ she nods over at his laptop, ‘that expenditure report was due with Skinner yesterday – lingering over it isn’t going to help your case any.’

‘What makes you think I haven’t finished it?’

She smirks, ‘because I know you, and I know how much you hate expenditures. And because I’ve heard you type no more than ten words in the last two hours?’

He nods, still not taking his eyes off her, and shuts the lid of his laptop, ‘did you ever think, all those years ago, that we’d still be down here a quarter of a century later, filing motel and gas receipts?’

‘Honestly?’ he nods, and she sighs, shakes her head, ‘I don’t think I ever allowed myself that fantasy. We’ve overcome so much; the fact we’re even still talking is a miracle some days.’

He nods contemplatively and stands up, idly noticing the crack of his knees and creek of his spine, and holds his hand out to her, ‘come on, Scully. There’s cake waiting for us at home.’

March 6th 2023

He lets her sleep in, turns her alarm off and leaves under cover of darkness, intercepts Sammi as she comes barrelling across the landing towards their bedroom, ‘woah, Kid, not today. Mommy’s sleeping in.’

‘She sick?’

He chuffs a laugh as he swings her up onto his shoulders, shaking his head as he lopes downstairs with her, ‘no, it’s just a special day today.’

‘Like Christmas?’

‘Not quite, Honey,’ he sits her on the kitchen counter and gets to work making pancakes, ‘today’s our anniversary.’

The pre-schooler mulls that over, her sleep-mussed curls bouncing as she tilts her head in contemplation, ‘what’s an anibersary?’

‘An anniversary is when we celebrate a special day in our lives – your birthday is an anniversary.’

‘My birthday’s in October.’

‘It sure is, Kid, like mine,’ he nods, ruffles her hair as he passes her a tumbler of milk, ‘but today is special, ‘cause we’re celebrating the day Mommy and I met.’

‘Was it a looooong time ago?’

‘It was. A super long time ago.’

‘How long?’

He smiles and starts flipping the pancakes, ‘you guess.’

‘Ummm, I don’t know. Three years ago.’

‘Three years ago? Nope. Shall we work it out together?’

‘Yeah,’ she bounces on the counter, and for a moment, he marvels at the little being he and Scully created, all life and energy and fluffy pyjamas with rubber duckies on.

‘Okay, well, how old are you?’

‘I’m four.’

‘Okay, so we have to have known each other for more than four years. And do you remember what Mommy said about how long it takes to make a baby?’

‘Nearly a whole year!’

‘Yeah, that’s right. So let’s round up to five years. What else do you know?’

‘Umm...’ she sticks her thumb in her mouth as her brow furrows, and he gently removes it before pointing to the picture of Jackson holding her on the fridge, ‘Jack-Jack!’

‘Yeah, you’re brother. So, do you remember how old Jackson is?’ she shakes her head and he smiles, ‘that’s okay. He’s twenty-one – nearly twenty-two. So we add a year onto that and we get...?’

‘Twenty-three.’

‘Good job. So, Mommy and I have definitely known one another for at least twenty-three years-‘

‘That’s a really long time.’

‘It is, but I’ll tell you a secret – it’s been even longer than that.’

‘How much longer?’

‘Seven years longer. Can you do that math there? What’s twenty-three plus seven?’

She counts on her fingers, her jaw dropping when she comes to an answer, ‘you’ve known Mommy for thirty years?’

‘Mm-hm. And meeting her was the best thing that ever happened to me.’

‘Even better than chocolate cake?’

He barks a laugh, stacking the pancakes onto a plate and sticking a candle in the top, ‘even better than chocolate cake.’

~  X  ~

She wakes to a wet kiss on the nose and musical giggles, her daughter’s wide blue eyes pressed close to her own, ‘whatcha doing, Baby?’

‘It’s your anibersary.’

‘Mm, it is. Do you know what that means?’

‘It means Daddy’s got you a surprise,’ she whispers, and Scully cranes her neck to look over at Mulder sat at the end of the bed, giving him a coy smirk.

‘Oh, yeah? Daddy’s good at surprises.’

‘It’s pancakes.’

‘Pancakes?’

‘Uh-huh,’ Sammi sits up, dragging Scully to sitting, too, clapping her hands when Mulder presents the breakfast tray, complete with pancakes, hot tea and a flickering birthday candle. ‘Can I blow it out, Mommy?’

‘Sure, Baby,’ she smiles over at Mulder as their daughter huffs at the flame, mouthing ‘I love you’ at him.

‘I’m gonna get her dressed in a minute, then Jackson’s coming over to take her to school and bring her back later for dinner, which leaves the whole day just to ourselves.’

‘The whole day, huh?’ she spears a small triangle of pancake with her fork and holds it out for Sammi to take, finger-combing the tangles from the soft, downy hair of her baby bird.

‘The whole day, no interruptions, to do anything your heart desires.’

‘Whatever shall we do?’

‘Oh, I’m sure we’ll think of something,’ he grins, his smile softening as he watches his girls sharing their syrupy breakfast, thinking back all those years ago, trying to remember if he knew – if he had even an inkling – that day she walked into his office in a too-big suit, just how important she was going to be to him.

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Hey guys! Here’s my piece for Bon Voyage: A Mysme Travel Zine, @mysmetravelzine​ ! :D I hope you like it, it’s really special to me because the entire zine was a fun and awesome experience <3 Thank you so much to everyone who supported it! 

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 MC gazes out the plane window, her face bathed in the orange and purple hues of the sky. It seems fitting to be flying home as morning turns into night, signaling the end of another day; the end of their adventure. She turns back to her table, taking in the scattered photographs and the album. On their last day, they were able to pass by a stationery store called Tokyu Hands, where MC was able to get photos printed.

“Oh, those are lovely, MC!” Jaehee exclaims. MC turns around and smiles at her sheepishly.

“I wanted to remember my first trip with you guys,” MC replies shyly. “What do you have there?” she continues, eyeing the overflowing basket of Jaehee. The woman lets out an embarrassed laugh.

“Oh, I just couldn’t help myself. I saw the wonderful notebooks and pens and folders…ehem, well. I got a little too excited. But I saw some cute albums in the shelves there. Perhaps you should buy one, for the photos.”

A wave of nostalgia washes over her as MC scans the photos. Though the memories are still fresh in her mind, her heart flutters in anticipation of going through the past few days once more.

A smile graces her face as she gazes at the photos. The first one is all of them at the airport, waiting for their private plane. It was a selfie by Zen, and they had all crammed into the frame, their faces filled with excitement. It was the first trip of the RFA together, and their first time to go to Japan; all of them were restless balls of energy before the flight.

She turns the page and the next photo shows Zen, a peaceful look on his face as he held a music box in his hands. It was during their second day in Otaru, Hokkaido, when they walked along Sakaimachi Street and entered the large shop selling music boxes. MC had taken the photo sneakily, the peacefulness of Zen as he held a delicate music box in his hands, completely lost in the soft melody, capturing her heart as well.

“Zen, you’ve been listening to that music box for quite some time now,” Jumin comments, coming up behind Zen.

Zen jumps and nearly drops the music box. “YA! You don’t just creep up behind people like that, you jerk!”

“Why don’t you purchase it? As a souvenir?”

“Not everyone is as rich as you, Mr. C&R. I’m saving my money for the food!”

Zen had put down the music box, but MC saw Jumin pick it up and buy it for the silver-haired actor. The corporate heir hadn’t given it to Zen yet, but MC can’t wait for Zen’s reaction when Jumin gives him the music box.

The next photo made MC giggle as she looks at Jumin, a jean apron on top of his winter clothes and a focused look on his face. He held a metal stick in one hand, and a long glass stick in the other. In the picture, his gray eyes are zeroed in on the melted glass as it drips onto the end of the metal stick. V had managed to convince him to try out glass-blowing together.

"Always the perfectionist, Jumin.” V said when the woman behind the cashier hands Jumin his finished bracelet. The blue sphere glinted under the lights and Jumin lets out a soft laugh.

“Of course. Unlike you, I’m not gifted in the arts, but I’m still able to make a decent accessory.”

“I don’t doubt it,” V replies, taking his own finished bracelet then extending his hand towards Jumin. The purple orb was beautiful, and Jumin’s face softens. “To my best friend in the entire universe, know that our friendship will always come first from now on.”

“Funny, I was thinking the same thing,” Jumin says, handing V the bracelet he made and accepting V’s gift to him.

“I’ll cherish this, Jihyun, like I cherish our friendship."

The next photo made her want to cry, the emotions overwhelming her. It's an image of Saeran and Saeyoung, both of them holding onto Hokkaido's popular seven-layered ice creams. Each layer had a different flavor and despite the cold weather, Saeyoung still insisted on getting some.

“You don’t have to, Saeyoung. I’m fine to eat ice cream by myself,” Saeran says, fishing out his wallet from his pockets.

“Nooooo but I want to eat ice cream with my little brother!!!” Saeyoung cries, grabbing random coins and bills from his pockets and shoving it to the cashier. “Two please!”

“Saeyoung. You already have a cold. You don’t have to—”

“Nonsense! God Seven doesn’t get sick!”

Saeyoung’s cold got worse, of course. But MC traces his smile on the photo. Saeran is looking happily at the camera, ice cream in hand. Saeyoung had an arm slung around Saeran’s shoulders and he was grinning at his brother, pure joy visible on his face. After everything they’ve been through, MC is glad this trip gave them the chance to spend time with each other.

They deserve happiness.

Reaching for an upturned image, MC takes it and flips it around before covering her mouth to stifle her laugh. Vanderwood —the newest addition to the RFA —is standing in Maruyama Park, the bare trees and snowy grounds surrounding him. Only…the man has snow on his face. 

Saeyoung is crouched in front of him, tears in his eyes as he laughed, while Yoosung has a panic-stricken look on his face, his entire body frozen in fear.

“Yoosung, you better run!!!!” Saeyoung exclaims, scrambling to his feet. Vanderwood runs a hand down his face, brushing off the snow. He glares at the two younger boys and bends down, scooping snow into his hands.

“Yeah, you better run!! You’re lucky I didn’t bring my taser!” he bellows after them, hurling snowballs at the two boys. Saeyoung gets hit by a snowball and he falls dramatically to the ground, groaning in pain. “Yoosung…ack…it hurts...save…yourself!..”

“Noooo!!! Vanderwood-hyung, I’m sorry!!! Don’t kill me!” Yoosung says, running as fast as his legs would take him, looking distressed.

“MC, want some cookies~? I bought these from the Chocolate Factory!” Yoosung asks, his head appearing from the side of his chair and his arm holding onto a house-shaped cookie box. The roof of the house is pulled back to reveal an array of different-colored cookies and MC nods, reaching out for a strawberry-flavored cookie.

“Oh! Wow! Are those photos from the trip? Can I see them?” The young vet unbuckles his seatbelt and moves to sit beside MC, peering over the photos. He laughs when he sees a candid picture of Zen and Vanderwood, both of them too busy slurping their noodles to notice Jaehee taking a shot of them. Then Yoosung picks up another photo of V and himself, standing together under a cherry blossom tree, both of them grinning. Yoosung’s eyes glaze over a little, and MC remembers the moment the shot was taken.

“You know…” Yoosung says, looking up at the falling petals. V looks at him expectantly. Their relationship is held together by a band-aid, and Jihyun knows the boy needs time and space to cope with what happened to his cousin. Being Rika's previous lover strained Jihyun’s relationship with the vet, but he hopes to someday make peace again with Yoosung. “Rika liked looking at the falling petals. I never did understand it. But…now I think I do. Starting over a new leaf, right? Getting rid of the past and starting over?”

Jihyun smiles.

“You don’t need to forget the past. It will always be a part of us. Instead, we learn from it and gather the courage to move forward; to allow ourselves to bloom once more.”

Yoosung looks at the older man…at his friend. And he smiles back.

It was a small gesture, but it gave MC hope that things will be alright between them, as well.

Having realized that he’s been staring at the image for awhile, Yoosung clears his throat and hands it back to MC, sheepishly scratching his cheek. “That’s…you took a great photo, MC!”

Then he shuffles to the rest of the cabin, offering the cookies in his hands. At that moment, MC catches sight of a photo stuck under the album and she carefully retrieves it. A full-blown grin appears on her face as she stares at the picture —9 smiling faces looking back at her. It was the timed group shot Jihyun took from the top of Mt. Moiwa. All of them stood in front of the vast purple and blue sky, the setting sun behind them and glistening white snow under their boots. MC remembers the freezing temperature, but despite their rosy cheeks and chattering teeth, they stood closely to each other, smiling for the camera.

“Jihyun, hurry up!” Saeyoung calls out, linking his arm around Saeran’s while watching Jihyun walk briskly toward them after setting the timer. Saeran, instead of his usual annoyed remark, just smiles.

“Ah, sorry!” Jihyun exclaims, standing next to Jumin. Zen slings an arm around Jaehee and MC, who are at the center of the picture, and he laughs.

“Say ‘cheese’, everyone!” Zen says enthusiastically. Vanderwood stands awkwardly next to Yoosung, but the blonde kid nudges him and grins, forming a peace sign with his hand and screaming ‘Cheese!'. The former agent chuckles and smiles just as the timer goes off.

The best photo of the trip. MC looks at the picture wistfully before looking at the cabin that’s suddenly filled with noise and activity again. Jumin has called for refreshments and snacks for everyone, and Saeyoung has taken it upon himself to gather everyone to the big table in the private plane.

“Is anybody interested in wine?” Jumin asks, looking around the table, to which Zen and Vanderwood both say, “I’ll have a beer."

“Oh~ Could it be? The start of a new pair? My new ship?? My OTP!” Saeyoung exclaims, laughing.

“I have no idea what he just said,” Jaehee says, shaking her head. MC gathers the photos and places them in between the pages, making sure to keep the album properly before joining the group. MC can’t help but look around at all of them, heart overflowing with emotions.

Yes, it’s bittersweet that their adventure has come to an end. But now, she’s looking forward to new travels with her new friends —her family. They may be leaving behind the Land of the Rising Sun, but they’re headed towards a more beautiful place: home. But being here, being surrounded by her loved ones…MC realizes that maybe it isn’t really a destination.

“Are you excited to go home, MC?” Jihyun asks her gently, handing her a glass of wine.

She takes it gratefully and grins.

“I’m already home.”

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I was tagged by @nayuhs! thanks!

I’ll be tagging @that-meiko-girl , @larashir , @cherrymilkyy , @roseroyaly and @leosunderground

1. What is your favorite item of clothing you own?

My Beatles shirts and my other nerdy shirts (which include One Punch Man and Tokyo Ghoul)

2. Tell me about the first time you watched your favorite movie.

Mm. That’s a tough question, since I don’t really know what actually is my fav movie. I can say I watch most of them on my computer, tho. 

3 What was the last book you finished?

Carry On by Rainbow Rowell. 

4. What is the next book you want to read?

Man, I have too many. I really want to find more LGTBQ+ books.

5. When is your birthday and what do you want for it this year? (if your birthday has already happened, did you get what you had your heart set on)?

My birthday is at the end of this month, on April 27th. I really love fandom-related stuff, lately most into VLD. I did get myself the Hanakotoba Zine book which is supposed to arrive this month, which I’m really really excited for. 

6. If you were given one month and 10,000 $, where would you travel to?

Japan or The US. Japan - because I really love the culture, the language and the many places to explore. The US- because I have friends there which I want to visit, and again, many many places to see. 

7. Cake or pie?

Why choose when I love both too much?

8. Name three things you think you’re really good at.

I’m a good listener. 

I think I’m getting better at writing. 

I’m very patient with people. 

9. Name three things you’d like to get better at.

Art.

Writing.

Getting along with new people. 

10. Name three far-fetched dreams you’d like to do.

Travel to Japan again.

Be an artist/writer/something in the cinema industry, who has a good income.

To grow old and see all my friends find happiness.

11. If you had to dye your hair, what color would you dye it?

Red or Purple.

Thanks for reading, folks :D I hope I’m an interesting enough person. 

#tag game

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tagged in 10 questions by @colorsuperconductor thanks but also, die

1. what’s the corniest thing you genuinely enjoy?

i dont “enjoy” “things” but minecraft probably

2. what is your favorite book and why did you read it?

mm the only ones i can remember are the WondLa and Mysterious Benedict Society trilogies and i was just way into fiction as a kid

3. opinions on milk? there is a correct answer

@andrew im gonna burn ur fuckin dorm down. the correct answer is that its good

4. favorite type of clouds?

big ones

5. least favorite color?

probably yellow or brown

6. favorite band when you were in middle school?

does vocaloid count thats all i remember

7. dream job when you were like 7?

veterinarian 

8. favorite restaurant?

red lobster

9. what percentage does your phone battery have to reach before you get stressed about it?

15% bc then it starts buzzing at me every 5% it drops

10. coolest gift you’ve ever gotten?

my old therapist gave me the skyrim game guide which was sick and someone bought me the adventure zine which i also love so either of those i guess. im sure there was something cooler at some point

i dont talk to anyone so im just gonna tag random mutuals sorry hjkgfj @haxorus @wildchild @astrosy @xhuth

1. who’s your favorite comedian? 2. what’s your lucky number? 3. last let’s play you watched? 4. where did you meet your closest friend(s)? 5. farthest place you’ve traveled? what for? 6. what’s one thing you’ve been meaning to finish for ages? 7. one thing you refuse to eat? 8. unpopular opinion? 9. favorite constellation? 10. do you have a comfort object? what is it?

#im so bad at questions huoh