#thanks to my limited time of exposure to this boy i am now obsessed with their weird dynamic. they have a fucked up lil bond

[give-grian-rights]

i was so fucking ready for when Blue Beetle came out, thinking there'd be an inflex of fics. a reasonable amount, y'know, since DC doesn't fucking advertise their movies. and now here we are with like. probably 8 even TAGGED AS JAIME in the last month .

on my hands and knees begging y'all to watch Blue Beetle (2023) when it hits streaming this weekend PLEASE?

#i have some complaints about the writing but overall the movie is pretty damn endearing. and more importantly jaime reyes is sick as fuck #please give me fics of him and his silly robot bug. please #thanks to my limited time of exposure to this boy i am now obsessed with their weird dynamic. they have a fucked up lil bond #blue beetle 2023 #jaime reyes #blue beetle

[ggukkiereads]

hello gukkie I'm trying to read aus other than college / fwb, f2l. What are your go to aus or tropes and fics to recommend? do you have aus you don't like too? Am I the only one tired of pwps 🥴? By the way thank you for your fic recs

🌷 Hi there, anonie! I actually read variety of tropes/AUs but I have limited exposure to the ff.: idolverse (I find it too close for comfort), hogwarts (probably just read four or five fics), not much poly fics yet. 

I also had a phase of Hanahaki AUs/ Soulmate AUs and Dystopian AUs / Sci-fi / Alien AUs. But will only put my Top 3 AUs below, in order of obsession (lol). 

Mafia/Gang/Mobster AUs

Supernatural & Fantasy

Secret Agent AU, Assassins, Spy AUs, Heists

The fic recs per AU are also top of mind; but given much thought, there are more fics to recommend.

note: mostly mature | m x f |

These fics are not mine. Credits go to the authors and I’d like to thank you all for sharing your fics 🥰.  

1. Mafia/Gang/Mobster AUs - I started reading fanfics because of Mafia AUs (some have deactivated though 😥). 

🌷 BTS Mafia AU | BTS Gang AU

Amor Vincit Omnia (MYG) by @sunshyngal

Angel in the Darkness (JJK) by @icyhobi 

Arrow to the Heart (JJK) @kidguk

Blackjack (JJK) by @kpopfanfictrash​ 

Coin Toss (JJK) by @yoondoze​​

Desperado Series (PJM) (JJK) (KTH)by @heartbeatan (I’ve yet to read Taehyung’s story)

Drug Wars (JJK) @plumblackjeon​

Guarded AU Mafia series (Hoseok, Namjoon, Yoongi) by @xjoonchildx​  

Heartbeat (JHS) by @joonbird​

It’s You (PJM) by @/silhouetted-beauty (Run-In spin-off)

Mafia Series by @neonlights92 - OT7 - currently on JJK’s story (this is probably the first mafia fic I’ve read)

Omerta (KNJ) by @lamourche​ 

Queen Cobra (KTH) by @fantasybangtan​ 

Run-In and Run-in: Fate (MYG) by @silhouetted-beauty 

The Bird Cage (PJM) by @untaemedqueen

The Serendipity of Things (JHS) @oh-so-scenarios​ (also soulmate!au)

Top Priority Suspects (OT7) by @yminie​ (7/7 stories)

2.  Supernatural & Fantasy (Werewolf, Demon, Angel, Magic, Witch AU, etc.)  - waah where to start? It feels like choosing from a vast ocean of fics I’m probably not doing this AU justice 😬

🌷 BTS Fantasy AU | BTS Supernatural AU 

Taehyung Werewolf AUs

Jungkook Werewolf AUs

Book of Beasts (OT7) @httpjeon (4/7 stories posted so far)

By its Cover (JHS) by @crystaljins

Concentric (JJK) @gingerpeachtae (reco by other readers!)

Darkmist (MYG) @/kpopfanfictrash

Feeling (JJK) @sometimeinjoon 

Heaven’s Winter (MYG) by @jksangelic

Hellblazer (JJK) by @jungkookiebus 

Into the Woods (JJK) series by @junqkook

I Won’t Stop You (JJK) @imsarabum

Lost and Found (JHS) @fortunexkookie

No Face & Hades fics (MYG) @seokoloqy

Of Fire and Love (MYG) @hollyhomburg

Song of the Sea (KNJ) by @jamaisjoons

Spellbound and Raising Demons @/jeonseok (fluffy)

The Sea and the Storm (JJK) by @/jamaisjoons

The Taste of Black Magic (KTH) by @/chillingkoo (deactivated)

To Tame a God and Drown for You (JJK) @vinterjeon

What’s in a Name (JJK) @minsimagines

Welcome to the Underworld (JJK) by krookedkoo (AO3)

Wintervale series (KTH) (JJK) @/fantasybangtan

I’d recommend just going through the masterlist of the ff. authors for this AU:

@jincherie @jinpire @magicalsalamander @inktae @mygsii  @/seokoloqy @readyplayerhobi (for sci-fi fics too)​ @kpopisthereasonihavenolife (Blight & Fury of their Scles) @army-author @koyamuses (Winter Court and I remember reading a Yoongi sea serpent fic before)  @cutaepatootie​ (Tales of Greyria)  @therealmintedmango (currently reading Kingdom Come) 

3.  Secret Agent AU, Assassins, Spy AUs, Heists

🌷 BTS Secret Agent AU | BTS Assassin AU 

Airplane Pt. 2 (JJK) by @/xjoonchildx 

Assassin!JK x Doctor!Reader drabbles by @yeojaa

Bloom (KNJ) by @hobidreams 

Concealed Weapon (JJK) by @gimmesumsuga​ 

Crosshairs (JJK) and Budapest (MYG) by @junghelioseok

Downfall (JJK) by @donewithjeon

Mad Money (JJK) + Sunburnt (PJM) by @h2yeri 

Next Time (JHS) by @/lamourche

Stole (JJK) by @/silhouetted-beauty (criminal, heist au)

Straight Shooter (MYG) by @snackhobi

The Company Series (OT7) by @btsmakesmehappy (3/7 stories out so far)

To Bloom a Pretty Flower (KTH) @eleventoes 

Where do we go From Here (KTH) @jungnoir (ah great drabble; this has so many possibilities)

Young Spy by @/vinterjeon - JJK (Vendettas is another fic of theirs but they delete, not sure if they’ll repost)

The first one I’ve read was Kill Code by nochugguk (deactivated 😥) & Touche (JJK) by taechubs (now @scriptaed but not sure if they’ll repost) - update: they reposted! Please check their masterlist for the fic

I didn’t include the other AUs I like that are too broad and would need its own masterpost or something: Arranged Marriage AUs, Enemies to Lovers, Fake Dating, F2L, S2L, FWB AU, Bad Boy AUs, Break-up/Exes, Office/CEO AU, College AUs, Slice of Life, etc. 

Personally, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with PWPs because there are really great well-written ones. I guess the key is to mix up the genres so you won’t find it repetitive. Hope these fic recs will be of help in case you want to try these AUs.👍🥰

#bts mafia au #bts secret agent au #bts supernatural au #bts fantasy au #bts fic recs #seokjin fic recs #yoongi fic recs #hoseok fic recs #namjoon fic recs #jimin fic recs #taehyung fic recs #jungkook fic recs #namjoon x reader #hoseok x reader #jimin x reader #seokjin x reader #yoongi x reader #taehyung x reader #jungkook x reader #ggukkiereadingcollection #asks #anon

[scuttle-buttle]

Chapter 11

WC: 2077

Rated: E

Chapter Tags: full on angst, discussions of emotional trauma, mild depictions of blood/gore, mentions of self h*rm & su*cide, mentions of child abuse, discussions of physical disabilities, institutionalization, some dialogue & plot canon to TV show, hurt/comfort

🧠

The rest of the conference went by much like the first day did. Both you and Laszlo bought a few books for your collections. An ease had settled over your conversations with the help of Sara and John's presence; you spoke more freely with each other. You tell yourself it is not because he's going soft on you or vice versa, but rather that you have found yourself in this imaginary bubble where you happen to get on well. It's inevitable that it will pop once you’re back at school and Laszlo will revert back to his usual callous state.

Laszlo. It still felt odd to think of him like that, rather than by his title. You couldn't lie, it gave you a sort of thrill. Even in your dreams you had only called him by his honorific. Thankfully you didn't have another dream after Friday. You couldn't escape the feeling that you'd said something incriminating in front of the man in question. So you chose to pretend it didn't happen.

Monday morning came and you headed to the train station. Once again he had secured a private cabin for the journey. This time you came prepared with a book since you had yet to replace your broken phone.

"Thank you again for inviting me to this, I really enjoyed myself. It was really nice of the department to foot my travel expenses, the hotel was really fancy. I may have helped myself to a mini-bottle or two," you joked.

"There is no need to worry about the department's finances; they were not involved."

You pause. He paid for you? Laszlo did say he would take care of the arrangements; but the four-star hotel, the private compartment train tickets, the admission to the conference, and every meal? Shit, that must have been a fortune, hundreds of dollars at least.

You don't know what to say, so you settle for an awkward "oh." A moment passes before you add "I appreciate that, um, I can pay you back. Might take some time but I can."

The professor is flippant in his reply. "There is no need, it was well spent for the research and knowledge acquired." He opens his book signaling the conversation is over.

You lick your lips. Fine then, I'll just consider it payment for emotional suffering and damages of the last eight weeks.

The first few hours of the journey were spent reading one of the new books you picked up at the convention. Occasionally you would peek over the pages at the professor. He was engrossed in his own selection; sometimes he would pause to write down a thought.

Around the seventh hour of your journey you had given up on reading anymore in favor of looking at the fields outside. The silence was comforting.

Laszlo had trouble concentrating on the book in his hand. He saw you as a conundrum. One minute you could be sociable and teasing with your comments, then next you were biting at his throat with your quick wit and fierce ideals. He decides that he wants to know what made you into who you are today. Now is as good a time as any.

His eyes on you cause a tingle up your spine but you ignore it. Laszlo breaks the silence; "may I ask a personal question?"

"You just did," you answer, still peering out of the large window. He huffed once, amused. At his following silence you face him. You raise your eyebrows to signal him to go on with his question. Curiosity grows at the thought of what he intends to ask.

"Twice now you have made implications of a traumatic past," he begins.

Bubble popped.

Interrupting, you snark "is this the part where you psychoanalyze me, doc? Because trust me, I've been through enough of that." You pick at the lint on your jeans.

Laszlo tries to choose his words more carefully the next time he speaks. "What I mean to say is, the first afternoon in the classroom where you defended that student you implied you had been witness to a trauma. You then displayed signs of anger and embarrassment before leaving prematurely. Yesterday you mentioned having entered a psychiatric facility. As an alienist I can't help but find myself curious about your experiences."

You slide your eyes to meet his from across the cabin. Your face is devoid of any emotion. "We all have our demons. Even you can't argue with that."

Your jaw clenches. Everyone had warned you. They all said he would try to worm his way into your head to figure you out. All the reviews, the gossip, everything. It was a big fat 'I told you so'. You give a pitiful laugh at the situation. "You know, everyone told me that you would pull this stunt."

He seems confused by your statement. "And what is that?"

"That you'd get inside my head and try to figure me all out or whatever. You already know I googled you beforehand, what everyone says about your methods. By now I assume you've done a little research yourself. I promise you there is nothing exciting here," you scoff and point to yourself.

"You would be correct in your assumption." You chew at your cheek as he starts. "I do know some of what happened in your past. Yet I also know that society likes to dilute the truth into something either more palatable, more entertaining, for people to consume greedily. What I want to know is what you have faced. How you have not allowed the experience to overcome you so much so that your humanity is erased like the characters I lecture on."

Eyes closing of their own volition you are thrown back in time to that night so many years ago. You didn't talk about it anymore. Bitsy knew of course, but that was the extent.

Laszlo waits. He knows this is likely to push you over the edge if your history with him means anything. Quite frankly, anyone would be tossed to their limit at his interrogation had they gone through what you had. John always told him that he needed to work on his bedside manner; that he had a habit of coming on too strong in his pursuit of learning the intricacies of the human mind. But your earlier comment about being sent to a so-called 'nuthouse' rubbed him the wrong way. It left a bad taste in his mouth. He needed to know. He needed to understand.

Laszlo can imagine the reprimand that he would receive from John and Sara for this. Just as he considers apologizing for his intrusion you open your eyes.

"She was fine. None of us suspected anything was wrong. I came home from having dinner with some… boy, and she had locked herself in the bathroom. She- she must have started over the sink and moved to sit on the side of the tub. She was hunched inside it when I got the door open. I pulled her out. Blood was… everywhere." Your voice is clinical as you explain.

"After, I shut down. So I checked myself into a psych ward a few days later when I couldn't get the feel of her blood off my hands. It's slippery, you know. And it smells. You wouldn't think so but it does." You clear your throat. "I did the therapy, took the meds they prescribed, all the standard treatments. Later I started watching true crime documentaries. I'd heard about exposure therapy so I figured the more I saw the gore, the less the image of my dead roommate would bother me. And it did help. The nightmares stopped after a while, I came back to school. I was better, just not the same.” You had watched the passing landscape as you explained. Turning to face him you speak again. “That's why those pictures didn't bother me. They weren't anything I hadn't seen before."

He contemplates you. The discovery and subsequent loss of your friend in this manner would no doubt cause lingering effects to your psyche. A stain that would forever remind you. "I offer my sincerest condolences. I do not presume to know what that would be like to experience, but I am glad you sought help afterwards. To make the choice to alleviate yourself of your own suffering where possible.”

As he says this he realizes that your anger towards the idea of being enslaved to unconscious impulse makes perfect sense. It explains why you focused so much energy on defending your belief in free will. That you have the power to choose how you carry your joy, your anger, your healing. It reminds him of how he held onto his own guilt and hurt, ignoring how it festered within him for so long. He feels as though he needs to share a piece of himself with you.

“I played piano as a child, quite well too. My mother hoped I would someday make a career of it. I vividly remember playing Mozart’s Concerto for Piano No. 20 in D Minor at a holiday party when I was seven years old. It was my favorite to play.... It requires two hands." You finally look at him. "My father...” He pauses to gather himself.

Now it is the doctor that cannot meet your eyes. As you listen you feel your confusion grow. How could he have been a talented pianist if he only had full use of his left hand? Unless..., the realization dawns on you just as he continues, his words slow.

“My father had two sides. One loving and the other brutal, the two often coexisting. It was something as trivial as putting me to bed, I recall... A game of tug of war. We were laughing…” He inhales a sharp breath. Already you can feel the tears begin to blur your vision. “I don't remember if he was drunk or if I said something that offended him. He must have pulled my arm behind my back.” Laszlo exhales shakily. “In small children, fractures can often affect…” he trails off, unable to finish. You can hear how he barely holds himself together.

Your heart aches for the broken man that sits in front of you. He never let on how much his arm bothered him, at least not within your presence. Suddenly you don’t see him as this rude, insufferable, obsessive man, but instead as someone that spends his life trying to protect himself. He projects his own anger and hurt so that he may, just for a minute, forget about his own demons. He wants to help others even when he feels he cannot bear to help himself.

But unlike you, he has to live with the physical reminder of his past every day of his life.

You stand and move to sit on his right side. Before allowing yourself to think too much of your actions, you place your hand atop his own, curling your fingers around his palm and squeezing delicately. You don’t bother wiping away the tears on your cheeks. “I’m so sorry, Laszlo;” the whisper is barely heard above the sound of the train. A second passes where you fear you have overstepped and offended him by touching the affected limb. When his thumb tightens against the backs of your fingers you know he is not. He holds you in place.

“You asked me how I kept my humanity. How does anyone really? We learn to take what we get and we carry it in a bag. Sometimes you have to drag the damn thing behind you. But eventually the weight gets less and less if you allow yourself to move forward, even if it’s still there with you all the time. I dealt with what happened years ago and it does still haunt me. It’s easier now than it was, but… I- I suppose I’ve learned from you too. Sitting in those lectures and hearing you talk. We can either let it haunt us for the rest of our lives… or we can accept it… and use the memory of our pain to help ourselves and others.”

“I’m not sure the choice is entirely in our hands.” His tone is mournful.

You turn to smile at him through your tears. His own eyes are bloodshot. “I disagree. If it weren’t, if we didn’t have the freedom to choose that, we’d all be murderers.”

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[xinasvoice]

Well, I did it, I wrote the story from my Truth or Dare dream. For my dear bestie @remus-lupin-is-my-type who was pathetically in pain from surgery and thus a very motivating muse. Here, I’ll post the first bit, since that is apparently what the cool kids on tumblr do nowadays. 

It’s a 10k oneshot, definitely explicit. Have fun!

An Explicit Truth A truth or dare game reveals that Remus has never kissed anyone, and, for some reason, Sirius is livid about it.

“Of course you pick Truth.” Sirius rolled his eyes.

“After seeing what you did to poor James, I think I have a right to be wary,” Remus replied smoothly.

“Eh, this is nothing!” James said, tossing his head, which was currently adorned with his full rack of antlers. The partial animagus transformation might have looked impressive if it wasn’t for the slightly damp toilet paper fluttering from the ends. Remus was fairly sure James had no idea it was there. No one had said anything to him yet. “And now we know my rack actually can fit into a bathroom stall! That could be useful!”

“How?” Peter asked, his tone less skeptical and more curious, as if he had complete faith that James was already plotting something. Which wasn’t such a stretch, really.

“I’ve got one for you, Moony,” Sirius said, around a rather large handful of popcorn, which he was currently attempting to eat while lying down with his head in the middle of their little circle of four. He did like to be the center of attention. It was endearing, and also rather convenient, because it made it much easier for Remus to excuse the fact he tended to pay more attention to Sirius than would usually be considered platonic. Sirius had turned the twin lamps of his eyes on Remus, who resolutely ignored the way the sparkling mischief there made his stomach swoop. He was used to swooping by now.

“What’s the weirdest kiss you’ve ever had? And I’m talking weird, like you turned around and found out Professor Slughorn had been staring at you the whole time, or your tongue turned into a vegetable mid-snog.” Go right to AO3 or...

“Hey, that wasn’t funny!” Peter protested. “My wand was broken—”

“Quiet, Wormtail!” Sirius imperiously waved him into silence. “Remus has a Truth to cough up.”

Remus was already shaking his head and smiling. “You just completely wasted a Truth, Padfoot.”

“Cocky bastard,” Sirius sighed. “If none of your snogs have been as weird as poor Peter can lay claim to, then you still have to tell us about the most marginally strange one. Or, if you insist that they have really all been just utterly exquisite, then you’ll have to tell us about one of those.”

“No, I won’t, because I’ve never kissed anyone. Unless you want me to tell you about my granny kissing me on the cheek or—”

Remus never got to finish because Sirius had lurched upright in a small explosion of popcorn, his face shocked. “What?”

“What?” Remus raised an eyebrow. “I’ve never kissed anyone. You know this.”

“I do not!” Sirius shouted. “You would have told me!”

Remus felt his other eyebrow go up. “Not being kissed is by definition a non-event and therefore not something I would tell stories about. Were you expecting me to update you every Sunday evening? ’Nope, no one has kissed me yet.' Honestly, who does that?”

Both Peter and Sirius pointed to James, chorusing, “He does.”

James winced. “It’s not my fault, guys, I’ve been trying, but she just won’t even look at me, no matter how many times I throw notes and stuff at her in class—”

Sirius made a dramatic shushing motion with his hand. “This is not the moment, Prongs!”

He turned back to Remus, obviously ready to continue the argument, but Remus was tired of having his blush-resistance—an ability carefully cultivated over many years of exposure to these three—tested.

“Peter!” he said loudly, covering up Sirius’ continued grumbles that someone should have told him, “Truth or Dare?”

“Umm…Dare.”

Remus nodded approvingly at this wise choice. His dares were always a bit more reasonable than ones from James or Sirius, and Peter had already used up several of the Marauder’s-Rules limit of ten Truths per game.

“Finish your transfiguration homework right now—”

Remus had to raise his voice to be heard above James’ and Sirius’ sudden, loud chorus of “Boooooring!”

“—and at the bottom, add a detailed love note to Professor McGonagall…”

Sirius and James shut up immediately.

Remus grinned and finished, “…in ancient Elvish.”

James crooned with appreciation. “Ooooh, that’s good, Moony. It’s hilarious and difficult.”

“I am so getting detention,” Peter groaned, but he went to get his copy of Tolkien’s languages primer and his homework. They all ended up crowding around him to provide laughing suggestions. Once the deed was done, the game passed to James, who chose Dare, as usual.

“Compose a limerick,” Peter said and James cackled with delight.

“Oh, boy are you in the right place!”

“It has to be dirty or funny or both,” Peter specified.

James rolled his eyes. “Well, of course, Wormtail, who do you think you’re talking to?”

He made a show of cracking his knuckles and then held his hands up in the air, eyes closed. They all waited obediently while he drew dramatic patterns in the air in the manner of one conducting music. After a minute or two of this, he said, “All right, mates, I’ve got this.”

He cleared his throat, eyes still closed, and began to recite. “There once was a pretty young redhead—”

“Of course,” Sirius snickered, leaning in to confide in Remus’ ear. “Who could have predicted that.”

“Bet you he’ll incorporate ‘giving head’ by the end,” Remus replied, stoutly ignoring the heat of Sirius’ breath on his ear. He was so good at ignoring things.

“Ahem!” James opened his eyes to glare at them over the top of his glasses. “Silence during the presentation of my masterpiece, please!”

They all giggled but allowed him to continue.

“There once was a pretty young redhead,

who looked lovely even with bedhead.

She will not come near me,

but I love her so dearly—”

He stopped suddenly, eyes wide with panic and darting from side to side. Clearly, he had forgotten whatever final line he had composed. “…Fuck.”

“So say the stains on your bedspread,” Remus finished with signature deadpan.

“HEY!” James lurched forward, tackling Remus to the ground. Meanwhile, both Peter and Sirius collapsed into laughter.

After a brief tussle, the game continued, and by the time Sirius had finished hunting down and devouring all the popcorn that had fallen on the floor earlier (“What? I’m a growing boy!”), James had been made to go down to the common room to recite the limerick to Lily’s face, last line hilariously included. His antlers also gained a few layers of ornamentation, some intentional, like the several pairs of “lucky” socks, and some, like the cobwebs and torn pieces of bed curtains, less intentional. None of this deterred him in the least.

“Dare,” he told Sirius, his eyes full of challenge.

Sirius tugged on his lower lip thoughtfully, and then glanced at Remus. It was a very quick thing, but Remus—having been watching the lip-pulling with expertly camouflaged interest—saw it.

“Right. Prongs, you are dared to kiss Remus—”

James burst into movement before Sirius could even finish talking—their dares usually had several contingencies, to prevent chickening out—and lunged across the circle, grabbing Remus’ hand and kissing the back of it.

“Hey!” Sirius shouted, slapping both hands onto the floor.

“I did it!” James yelled back with equal energy. “I did the dare! Peter, Truth or Dare?”

“I wasn’t done daring!” Sirius protested.

“Too late! I did the dare, I kissed Moony! Peter!”

“Argh, Prongs! That’s not the game! Come on, someone has to do it!”

“Thank you, James, darling, that was everything I had ever dreamed of,” Remus said, voice dripping with sarcasm. He made a show of wiping off his hand and then crossing his arms over his chest. “You two are both so sweet to me.”

Sirius and James had stopped arguing aloud by now and had taken their disagreement to the nonverbal world of glares and significant looks. Remus was capable of deciphering their brotherly eye-code some of the time, but it was a bit beyond him today.

“Um…” Eventually Peter made a timid attempt to intervene. “James? I-I choose Truth.”

“Right you are, Wormtail.”

James smirked at Sirius one last time and then turned away, leaving Sirius to growl in frustration and slump back against the foot of the nearest bed, sulking.  

The game lurched onwards, but Remus was starting to feel done with it. Sirius kept glancing over at him at random moments, scowling, and looking away. Remus wasn’t sure what this fixation was about, but he didn’t like it. It wasn’t his fault he hadn’t kissed anyone yet. He honestly didn’t understand how the others even managed to find time to date at all, what with the way the professors were piling on the homework lately. Although, he supposed the rest of them didn’t have to deal with being partially or fully unfunctional for several days every month.

Besides, aside from a brief obsession with Ahmud in Ravenclaw, Remus had only ever wanted to kiss one person, and that had never seemed likely to happen.

Or at least, that’s what he thought, right up until it was James’ turn to choose a person again, and he chose Sirius, and Sirius chose Dare. Read the rest on AO3! 

#remus/sirius #wolfstar #sirius/remus #xinasvoice #hp podfic #marauders era #harry potter fanfiction

[s-k-y-w-a-l-k-e-r]

50 questions you’ve never been asked

thanks to @ilygwilym for tagging me!

what is the colour of your hairbrush? Black!

name a food you never eat? broccoli

are you typically too warm or too cold? more likely to be cold

what were you doing 45 minutes ago? drafting social media posts for the boss

what is your favourite candy bar? Reese’s peanut butter cups (same, @ilygwilym!)

have you ever been to a professional sports event? yes! a lot. I saw Michael Jordan play with the Bulls in 1994, and since then have been to a handful of baseball games (Astros... breaking my heart, don’t @ me), basketball (various teams), women’s soccer (tickets are cheap and we should do everything we can to prove to U.S. Soccer they deserve more money), and of course, football games because I’m a huge Seattle Seahawks fan.

what is the last thing you said out loud? “no, I don’t have time to play,” to my husband, who is on his daily video chat with his coworkers who play games every lunch time. I am working on this survey in between things for work.

what is your favourite ice cream? cookie dough!

what was the last thing you had to drink? currently drinking coffee!

do you like your wallet? yes, because it’s part of my phone case and only holds three cards and Is super slim. i’d recommend it for everyone. mine has fish on it! and sometimes people ask if it’s because I like to fish or something. no. the answer is that I am a pisces.

what was the last thing you ate? salsa verde doritos because obviously i was making healthy choices last night

did you buy any new clothes last weekend? haha no, though I casually looked for sweatpants online

the last sporting event you watched? an Olympic qualifying match for the U.S. Women’s National Team. I saw Pinoe and Morgan and Krieger and all of them, it was AWESOME

what is your favourite flavour of popcorn? butter, I guess. I don’t really enjoy it because it really only takes one bite for me to get a kernel stuck in my teeth and I can’t stand the feeling

who is the last person you sent a text message to? my director at work. she is wonderful and I am not just saying that

ever go camping? definitely!

do you take vitamins? I have them...

do you go to church every sunday? nope, I slid into atheism 15 years ago but still go to church when I visit home because my mom plays the piano for the tiny church I grew up in and I like to sing

do you have a tan? not really. when i’ve had a healthy amount of sun, I get fairly distinct blonde streaks. I only get tan if I sunburn first, which obviously isn’t ideal

do you prefer Chinese food or pizza? P I Z Z A

do you drink your soda with a straw? no mas

what colour socks do you usually wear? I don’t wear a lot of socks in this climate, but my running socks are all gray + blue/purple/pink

do you ever drive above the speed limit? of course

what terrifies you? screwing up so badly that my boss gets politifact-ed (which happened once when we were talking about inequities on Latina Equal Pay Day and I have not recoverd from)

look to your left, what do you see? Airpods

what chore do you hate? cleaning the litter box/taking the trash out (we are equidistant between our complex’s two dumpsters, which is like a 10 minute walk)

what do you think of when you hear an australian accent? hmm. my first major exposure was Steve Irwin... so...? 

what’s your favourite soda? diet coke, i’m just basiiiiic

do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive-thru? when we’re not social distancing, I always go in. As someone who used to work at a drive-thru at an ice cream shop and at starbucks, I learned to love the pace of the people who walk up. way less likely to be a dick about being in a rush.

who’s the last person you talked to? the hubs

favourite cut of beef? I honestly don’t remember. Probably a new york strip. I eat beef on really rare occasions, and that’s usually in barbecue/brisket form because Texas

last song you listened to? I can’t believe I haven’t listened to music yet today! which means it was the Star Trek: The Next Generation theme song because that’s what I watched last night before bed

last book you read? hmm.. in full? probably A Song of Ice and Fire: A Dance With Dragons

favourite day of the week? Saturday, duh

can you say the alphabet backwards? tebahpla eht (sure, if I think about it)

how do you like you coffee? black

favourite pair of shoes? I don’t really love any of my shoes right now. but my greatest attachment is to my hiking boots.

the time you normally go to bed? midnight, on average

the time you normally get up? normally, it’s 7am but now that i’m working form home, 8:30am

what do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets? sunsets, I’m from New Mexico, after all!

how many blankets on your bed? a duvet and a sheet. don’t need much in houston usually

describe your kitchen plates. this has been a journey for us, but we have practically-indestructible Corelle plates with turquoise, teal, and blue dots and trim around the outside edge

do you have a favourite alcoholic beverage? red, red wiiiiiiiine

do you play cards? yes! the hubs is an obsessive game player. we do a lot of Hearts, Idiot, and Cribbage. I’m best at Cribbage.

what colour is your car? Dark gray

can you change a tire? the one time I was faced with the possibility, some stranger walked up and changed it for us on the side of a small town road in Idaho. also, when I had a crush on a boy in high school, he was obsessed with his jeep and I stopped by his house and he (i’m sure as a joke) asked me to bring over a new tire for him and it was huge and embarrassing

your favourite province? British Columbia!!!!!!!!!!!!11111 but I would probably also like Alberta too, I just haven’t been. wait, are we talking Canada? Australia? Somewhere else? If I had to pick a state, I’d go with New Mexico.

favourite job you’ve ever had? this one. I take photos and write social media posts and make graphics, and I basically made the job myself by showing my boss what I was good at. she was open to it. as a result, I have met famous politicians and been in military helicopters (and even communicated with Chris Evans’ A Starting Point production team). it’s an incredible opportunity.

how did you get your biggest scar? literally all of my scars have something to do with my cat. the biggest one is when I brought her home from college. she saw my dog—a dog she knew!!—as I was carrying her in from the car in my hands, and crawled up my face onto my head, catching my eyelid in her back claw. I had to have ten stitches put in the night before we left for disneyland!! thankfully it sort of blends in with the other natural eyelid creases I already had.

what did you do today that made someone else happy? aw probably not much, yet. it’s early still. but I did make a cute graphic for a Tiger King tweetstorm a bunch of legislators are going to take part in and my director really liked it (we probably won’t take part in the tweetstorm but I drafted just in case)

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