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Long ass post ahead. TL;DR I found an old set of questions and decided to answer them again 7 years later because why not.
1: What are you wearing?
2014: Some Shorts and a shirt I accidentally stole from my brother.
2021: Panic! at the Disco shirt and some running shorts
2: Ever been in love?
2014: Oh yes, sadly...
2021: pfft.
3: Ever had a terrible breakup?
2014: Not technically, but I once had my homecoming date hook up with another girl.
2021: hahahahahaha. Yes.
4: How tall are you?
2014: like 5 foot 1, maybe 2? I dunno.
2021: 5’4”, apparently
5: How much do you weigh?
2014: How about no...
2021: Who’s to say ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
6: Any tattoos?
2014: Yes! I got one on my left shoulder blade not too long ago. I often forget I have it, actually lol.
2021: I’m up to five, and six is planned.
7: Any piercings?
2014: I do. I have double lobe piercings, and my left ear at the top. No non-ear piercings. Those seem uncomfortable to get, tbh.
2021: Uh...double lobe, helix, forward helix, tragus, nose, and septum.
8: OTPs?
2014: Marshall and Lilly on HIMYM. I mean, I think that's what this is asking. Right?
2021: I’m still not 100% sure what this means but I’m doubling down on Marshall and Lilly.
9: Favorite show?
2014: I'm still recovering from the ending of How I Met Your Mother, but I also love Criminal Minds, and the Big Bang Theory.
2021: HIMYM, Criminal Minds, Stranger Things, and Masked Singer.
10: Favorite bands?
2014: I pretty much love anything, so I'll try to shorten it to Love and Theft, Newsboys, t.A.T.u, Beast, and Fun.
2021: My Chemical Romance, Panic! at the Disco, twenty one pilots, Maroon 5, Relient K.
11: Something you miss?
2014: Going to the park and just lying in the grass with my friends or crushes. I know, I'm Cheesy.
2021: Not having responsibilities or bills to pay.
12: Favorite Song?
2014: ...why do they even bother asking this? Tbh, “I'll Be” by Edwin McCain, and “Hello, My Name is” by Matthew West
2021: “you should see me in a crown” by Billie Eilish and “no body, no crime” by Taylor Swift
13: How old are you?
2014: Nineteen. I feel old.
2021: ...twenty-six.
14: Zodiac sign?
2014: Aries, barely.
2021: (not) shockingly, I’m still an Aries.
15: Quality you look for in a partner?
2014: Just someone who's willing to go on cheesy dates at the park, and love me for who I am. And a Christian. Yea, I'm one of those people. Sorry...
2021: dude just someone who’s gonna stick with me.
16: Favorite quote?
2014: It's actually a verse. I love Jeremiah 29:11. It's actually part of what's tattooed on my shoulder; right below a cross.
2021: “it do be like that sometimes”
17: Favorite actor?
2014: Uhhhhh. Matthew Gray Gubler, or David Tennant. I love them both :)
2021: Matthew Gray Gubler.
18: Favorite color?
2014: Green, or pink. Depends on the shade and whatnot.
2021: pastels. mostly green.
19: Loud music or soft?
2014: If I'm alone in the car? loud. Anywhere else I enjoy my soft music.
2021: If I’m by myself loud but if there’s others I like to keep it low enough so we can still talk.
20: Where do you go when you’re sad?
2014: My Room, or the park not to far from me. I like parks, if you haven't noticed.
2021: My room
21: How long does it take you to shower?
2014: Uh, probably about 10 minutes.
2021: Either 10 minutes or 45 minutes. There is no in-between
22: How long does it take you to get ready in the morning?
2014: About 30 minutes. I like to sleep tbh.
2021: Maybe 20 minutes at the most. Cutting off all my hair really took some time off my getting ready list.
23: Ever been in a physical fight?
2014: heck no.
2021: hell no.
24: Turn on?
2014: Cute shy smiles, and geekiness. I love someone who I can be comfortable with.
2021: dorks with a lame sense of humor. I am all about the dad jokes.
25: Turn off?
2014: Those guys who try to make you uncomfortable, or act like they're super cool. I guess that would be douches, huh?
2021: the “oh you should smile more” men.
26: The reasons I joined Tumblr?
2014: I was trying to find a place where I could post stuff without my parents seeing it tbh. I like having a place where like 2 people actually know me.
2021: Because where else can I release the true psychotic chaos within me?
27: Fears?
2014: Being abandoned. And darkness, for sure.
2021: Finding out people only stayed in your life out of obligation and not out of their own choice. And spiders.
28: Last thing that made you cry?
2014: The guy I liked totally looked past me and started telling me about this other girl, after I told him how I felt (not RIGHT after, it had been about two months...but still).
2021: My mom manipulated me into showing up to something I didn’t want to because “I should really go visit family”
29: Last time you said you loved someone?
2014: My best friend and I say I love you after we hang up the phone Lol.
2021: Other than normal parent “Love You”’s, it’s probably been about 3 years.
30: Meaning behind your Tumblr name?
2014: I'm short, totally socially awkward in new situations (and with old friends, now that I think about it) and Idk about the fox. I just like foxes, I guess...
2021: There is no meaning. I like pancakes, space, and dragons.
31: Last book you read?
2014: If you don't count my English Lit book, then it was probably "Only the Good Spy
Young" by Ally Carter, but I don't remember.
2021: oh geez. It was probably “George” or “Rick” by Alex Gino
32: The book you’re currently reading?
2014: Nothing yet. I do have that last Gallagher Girl book to read though. I'll probably start it this weekend.
2021: Nothing. But I never got to that last Gallagher Girl book...
33: Last show you watched?
2014: The Big Bang Theory.
2021: The Masked Singer
34: Last person you talked to?
2014: My dad lol. We were watching the NFL draft.
2021: Guy friend of mine. I went to his place for dinner and some video games.
35: The relationship between you and the person you last texted?
2014: Good Friend
2021: hahahahahahahaha. We’re just friends.
36: Favorite food?
2014: Cajun. Blame my grandparents, that's what they cook a lot lol.
2021: Pasta
37: Place you want to visit?
2014: I wanna go to Alaska. Even though I know it's super cold.
2021: Europe. Specially Spain or France.
38: Last place you were?
2014: I honestly left home like twice today, to bring something to my brother at the High school, then to bring him to a friends house. He has a better social life than me.
2021: Friends place to hang out. We played Stardew then ordered wings and watched a movie.
39: Do you have a crush?
2014: Yes. See question 28 lol. Also, there's this other guy who I got close to last year, but I haven't spoken to him in weeks, and it's killing me.
2021: See guy referred to in 34, 35, and 38.
40: Last time you kissed someone?
2014: Never. I have never kissed anyone. Well, besides like a kiss in the cheek from family. Yeah...
2021: wow it’s probably been about three years.
41: Last time you were insulted?
2014: Recently lol. I guess... I don't really pay attention, or care...
2021: I don’t know. Probably recently.
42: Favorite flavor of sweet?
2014: I'm just gonna act like this doesn't exist, cause idk what it's asking.
2021: Chocolate.
43: What instruments do you play?
2014: I can play the French Horn and Mellophone! I also want to learn the flute, but I can't unless I have something to practice lol.
2021: French Horn, Mellophone, and Ukulele. Still want to learn the flute.
44: Favorite piece of jewelry?
2014: My purity ring. If I forget to put it on, I can seriously feel the emptiness, and it bothers me...
2021: My septum ring! I feel like it’s the first piercing I got for myself, and not just something I thought others would like on me.
45: Last sport you played?
2014: Maybe Soccer? Idk.
2021: pfft. Sports.
46: Last song you sang?
2014: “I'll Be” by Edwin McCain. But I really don't sing well, so it doesn't happen much, unless I'm alone.
2021: “You Belong with Me (Taylor’s Version)” by Taylor Swift and I 100% sang it to my dog.
47: Favorite chat up line?
2014: I don't have one
2021: It’s been 7 years and I still don’t have one.
48: Have you ever used it?
2014: Since i don't have one, no.
2021: Nah.
49: Last time you hung out with someone?
2014: I hung out with my future roommate before I left college yesterday.
2021: When I went to the previously mentioned Guy’s house earlier today.
50: Who should answers these questions next?
2014: Well, I guess any of my followers can choose to, if they want.
2021: Bold of you to assume anyone’s actually going to see this.
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"C'mon, get these," Liam orders as he tosses a bundle of white taper candles and holders at Josh, who fumbles as he catches them. "These will have to do. I ain't driving down to Bangor now. And these are the only ones they got."
They were in the candles and fragrance section of Rite-Aid. Standing beside them is Josh's younger sister Christie, decked out in a dark green crop top, denim jacket and skirt, chewing loudly on Skittles candies she boldly ripped open in front of a store employee sweeping the floor. The gangly young man had simply shrugged and kept moving along the aisle, pushing the wrinkled scraps of wrappers and dirt crumbs along the stained and scratched cream tiles.
It was Halloween night, and everyone else was out trick or treating or partying, so the store was almost empty.
"Shouldn't we use black candles? That's what they usually use, right?" Christie pipes up, tucking a tendril of wavy blonde behind her ear.
"They don't have them here, and I don't think we need them." Josh replies as a spiked-haired young man with a septum piercing and cartoonish-looking tattoos emerges from the snacks aisle with three bags of pretzels piled high in his arms.
"Someone's gettin' high tonight." Liam mutters, wiping his nose with the sleeve of his leather jacket as they watch the young man pay the cashier and exit.
"Hey where's Lucas?" Josh queries. "Thought he was coming?"
"Stuck at his girlfriend's. She goes to church and all that and thinks we're all a bunch of heathens." Liam grins, his neck-length greasy hair tumbling over his dark sunken eyes as he continues to scan the shelf, before blowing a sigh throw his nostrils.
"Hope he don't make that uptight bitch my sister-in-law. Would hate to see her every fucking holiday," he pauses. "Yeah, we're done here." he announces as he gives a quick flick of his hand, scarred with cigarette burns, motioning for Josh and Christie to follow him.
As a song by New Kids On The Block starts blaring over the store speakers, Liam sends a taunting grin at Christie as he begins a comical flailing of his limbs in the aisle, weaving his lanky frame, trying to mimic the dance moves of the boy banders.
"Hey, I'm Joey McIntyre. Ain't you into them Christie?" he says as he starts to snap his fingers as he does a shuffle up to her. With a disgusted visage, Christie sticks her palm out, blocking him from coming closer.
"God no," she says, her face looking as if she'd just taken a whiff of the worst-smelling garbage imaginable. "Fucking Greta Keene listens to that shit. Not me."
Greta had taken to hanging out front of Derry Middle School, waiting for Christie, and along with Sally Mueller, started chucking rolled up paper balls, juice boxes and empty soda cans at her as she passed by. She'd been a target since she'd walked in on them tormenting a girl named Beverly Marsh and promptly cussed them out. They then began targeting her. It had become a ritual at this point.
Liam halts his dancing, his mien dropping to a more serious one. "C'mon man." he says, sniffling loudly, running his left index along the thin black mustache that aged him at least ten years. He didn't look like a young man of eighteen, but rather a thirty year old you might see working Derry's seedy bar scene. Compared to Josh's more boyish, youthful appearance with his short dirty blonde hair, stonewashed jeans and Derry High School jacket, they made an odd match in terms of friends.
The young cashier looks nervous as the three approach, with Liam digging into the back pocket of his trousers, presenting some wrinkled up dollar bills and loose change.
"Hey, got money tonight man," Liam gives a leering grin to the cashier, whose cheeks are now flushed a light pink. He nods rapidly as he quickly takes the money from Liam, snatching it from his palm as if worried he might contract a disease by touch.
"See ya'," Liam continues his lurid grinning as he makes a finger gun with his hand, pointing it at the timid cashier, clicking his tongue. "Later dude."
After all three pile into Liam's red Pontiac Firebird, Josh tosses the plastic bag of candles into the backseat beside Christie. As they cruise along Kansas Street. Josh snaps on the radio, with Liam loudly belting out the lyrics as Josh cranks up the volume.
"You're motoring, what's your price for flight, in finding mister right, you'll be alright tonight!" he sings in an deep, exaggerated intonation, sending glances back at Christie over his shoulder. She loudly groans as she slinks down against the backseat.
"Why do you always have to be such a dick?" she sighs as she gazes out at the street lights blurring past. She huffs, folding her arms as he continues his taunting crooning, turning in his seat to face her, placing a hand dramatically over his heart.
"Babe, you know, you're growing up so fast, and mama's worrying-"
"No she ain't." Christie sternly cuts in, pushing the plastic bag aside as she shuffles in her seat, kicking the empty beer cans along the tacky floor with the toe of her sneakers. The odor inside the car nauseating her with what she suspected was a combination of weed and vomit.
They pass by a bar with patrons loitering outside. She points.
"Ma is probably in there."
Their mother Melanie certainly wasn't worrying about anything or anyone other than her next lay.
"I hate that fucking song." she adds.
Liam abruptly stops his warbling as they come to a stop in front of their destination; 29 Neibolt Street.
"Ah, fuck yeah!" Liam hits the breaks and leaps out, making his way to the trunk. Throwing it open, he removes a large heavy item, wrapped in a grimey brown cloth, along with a couple of flashlights. Slamming the hood, he approaches Josh and Christie.
"Here it is. It's big enough. We're gonna do this, man. And it's gonna be fuckin' cool!" he exclaims excitedly as he pounces towards the front door of the run-down mansion, long rumored to be a haven for every tweaker in town.
As well as ghosts and the occasional Satanist-a crowd that Liam ran with. It was his idea to come to the most infamous house in Derry to perform a seance. They'd let Christie tag along for the ride.
As Josh duly follows. Christie pauses, holding the plastic bag of candles, staring up at the circular attic window. She remains there, her hazel disks focused on the tenebrous just within the foggy and cracked glass.
She gazes over at the police tape draped along the wrought iron fence that had been torn, a sign that others had trespassed along the property.
"What a shithole." she mumbles beneath her breath.
A pair of large hands violently shove her forward. She nearly falls over, catching herself against the wooden beam of the porch, feeling a pinch against her thumb as a splinter pricks her skin.
"Ow, shit." she gasps as she whirls around, certain that asshole Liam or Josh were pranking her.
But no one.
She quickly runs inside, trying to work the splinter from her flesh, a tear of red blood forms, pushing it out.
"Someone just pushed me," she says as she shuts the rickety old door behind her, trading her gaze between her brother and his friend, trying to decide who was the culprit. She drops the plastic bag to her feet as she snatches up a flashlight, shining it on her finger.
"Maybe it was the ghost!" Liam cackles, his jeering grin a hint that maybe it had been him. Christie glowers at him.
"It's not funny. Someone came up behind me-"
"You just tripped," Josh interjects dismissively. "We were both in here. Liam was with me."
"Yeah," Liam agrees as he switches on his flashlight, aiming it at his face. "I told, you it was the ghost. This place is haunted like a motherfucker. You know by that piano teacher."
"Edna Cotton?" Josh inquires.
"Yep, lived here around 1906," Liam continues, "She was banging Joseph Mueller. He wouldn't leave his wife. So, one day, she invited his wife here for tea- and the wife had no clue about the affair- and then she crept up behind her with an axe and pow!" he swings his arms as if holding an invisible weapon. "Blade went into the back of wifey's skull. They found Edna wondering the streets afterwards, covered in blood. They hanged her a week later. They had to do it quick, since they were afraid the Mueller wife's family and friends would get to her first. "
"Wow." Christie says, her arms scissored around her, feeling a stark chill suddenly pulse through her, goosebumps prickling along her skin. The mention of the Mueller name made her think of Sally.
She glances to the front door.
No, no ghost. Just Liam being a douchebag and tying to scare her. Maybe she did trip. Pushing it out of her mind, she moves to stand by Josh.
"Alright, let's do this," Liam positions himself before the cloaked item, yanking away the material to reveal a large oval-shaped mirror. He traces a callused fingertip along its golden frame. "Mirrors are portals. Gateways."
Josh snatches up the bag of candles and pulls out his lighter, igniting each and lining them up around the mirror. Christie lowers herself to sit on the icy floor.
"Think this will work huh?" Josh queries as he stares at his reflection. Liam nods, keeping his eyes glued to his own.
"Legend has it The Brotherhood of Nineteen used to hold seances here," Liam says. "They also used to do mirror gazing, trying to contact the dead. I read one of them went crazy after he stared at a mirror too long and his reflection morphed into something inhuman, a demonic pigman or something. Now close your eyes."
Liam starts to recite an incantation under his breath, but neither Josh nor Christie can decipher what he's saying. The room is quiet, dark, save for the soft light of the candles.
Christie decides to peek, opening her lids and watching, eyes widening as she sees a pitch black fog that resembles liquid start to spread along the mirror, drowning out their reflections. She inhales sharply at the unexpected sight.
The black fog quickly vanishes as she does so. Liam growls, "Hey what the fuck?"
"I saw something. In the mirror-"
"It was working? Dammit! Don't fuckin' talk! Shit!" Liam hisses as he gives her a murderous glare. Josh places a hand on Christie's shoulder.
"It's okay. Just keep them closed." he offers gently as Liam keeps his intense brown irises on her.
"Again." he states coldly as he turns back to face the mirror, and, once again, recites that indiscernible invocation. Christie keeps her lids squeezed shut. For a moment she heeds Liam's order. But something was telling her to open them again. A tension begins to envelope her tiny frame, her chest tightening, heart thumping against the tightness forming in her throat.
And she looks.
What she sees is not an inky fog cloud this time, but...a clown. Clear as day. His round face outlined by the golden of the candlelight. His pupils two flaming smooth yellow rings. His grin is trimmed in dark red stripes that cut across his white cheeks. The most startling thing of all are his teeth; sharp and pointy, like a demon out of the horror movies.
"Oh my God!" Christie shrieks as she scrambles away on her hands and knees, coming to a stop near the staircase.
"Fucking Hell!" Liam roars as he bolts up. "You can't take her anywhere! Fuck!"
"What is it?" Josh crawls over to his terrified sister, her gaze on the mirror, bottom lip trembling as she leans her weight against her palms. The weird clown face has vanished from the glass.
"There was something in the mirror. A face in the mirror. Like...a clown's face." Christie breathes, her voice dripping with panic, her chest heaving rapidly. Liam gives a disgusted scoff, his hands on his hips as he hangs his head, shaking it.
"Can't bring her anywhere," he grumbles. "A fucking clown? What the fuck even?"
Wham! Wham! Wham!
A pounding starts from beneath the floor. Continuous, growing louder. More ominous. Even Liam looks startled at this. Josh eyes the floorboards, eyebrows knotted as he wraps an arm around Christie.
"Sounds like it's coming from the basement." he offers.
"Gee, ya' think so huh?" Liam states sarcastically as he stares downwards for a fleeting moment before he grabs up a flashlight and storms towards the kitchen in the direction of the basement door. "Probably some fuckin' crackhead. If it is, they're going to get their ass beat. I'm not in the mood for this shit."
Josh follows, with Christie close behind, her finger clasping the hem of Josh's black and orange high school jacket. Liam and Josh both charge down the basement steps, flashlight beams searching along the dusty warped steps. They both pause halfway down to glance at the darkness, a runnel of moonlight is cutting through the cracked and stained basement window.
"Who the fuck is here man?" Liam shouts as he keeps the light pointedly on the well, holding his forearm against the lower half of his face to shield against the odor of rotting wood. There is no answer, only the aged pulley that dangles over the well entrance begins to squeak as it swings, ever so slightly.
"What is-" Josh begins before he's cut off by the basement door slamming. He and and Liam bolt back up the steps.
"Hey Christie, the fuck you doing? Open it," Josh pounds on the door. "Hey! Open!"
Then, in between flesh striking the wood, they hear it. A loud bubbling growl emitting from the dark of the basement corner. Josh halts his pounding as he and Liam both turn their attention on the well.
Rising up from beneath is a creature, humanoid in appearance, save for its face. Its features were only somewhat visible in the dim light of the room. The blue-white moonlight gleamed along the tusks protruding out from its snarled and twisted mouth. It gave another growl, a snarl mixed with a squeal.
Like a pig. Its eyes were like two burning balls above its snout, devoid of any pupils, pointedly on both of them. The odd ruby stripes down its cheeks distort as it continues to snarl.
"Shit, the fuck is that?" Josh manages, grabbing Liam's elbow. The young man remains frozen, seemingly hypnotized by the creature's blazing corneas. Josh violently shoves him aside to resume frantically banging on the door.
"Christie! Open it! There's something fuckin' in here man! Open it!" he shouts, not removing his sight from the pig-like monster. "Fuckin' open you little bitch!"
Suddenly, the beast is behind them, moving with lightning speed at the bottom of the steps. Liam screams as it yanks him down by the ankles, he flails backwards, landing with a loud thud and a groan.
The beast then speedily leaps up and tackles Josh, the front of his skull cracks against the door. He falls to the ground, with the beast's demonic swine features becoming more blurry as he's rendered barely conscious, he feels the bopping of his head along the steps as he is dragged down the stairs.
"Hello, goodbye." the monster growls before it tears into Josh's throat, with Liam still knocked cold beside him.
Outside the door, Christie is staring blankly at it, hearing nothing. Just a stark silence. Her mind is hollow. Numb.
Christie.
A maniacal giggle follows.
Christie.
Another giggle.
She slowly turns around, looking up to the second floor balcony. Without giving much thought to what she was doing, she saunters up the steps, still hearing a soft insidious giggling amid the creaks of her soles along the wood. She comes to a halt in front of an open door to a room filled with clown dolls.
In the corner is a dark-haired woman seated on a rocking chair, facing the stained glass windows. On her lap, one of the clown dolls wearing a yellow and blue outift, with orange pom poms down its front. Its large eyes were turned downwards, and for a fleeting moment, Christie could swear she sees it blink.
"He said he loved me." the woman offers quietly. Christie sucks in a deep breath, her mouth becoming dry, a thump thickens in her throat. Her heart races against her rib cage.
"Who?" Christie squeaks as the woman suddenly turns to look at her. Christie's heart now feels as if it could stop beating completely at the sight she sees.
The woman's face is but a half-skeleton, bits of flesh dangling from her chin, her eyelids non-existent, leaving her bloodshot eyeballs exposed like two small moons. Her irises like black holes. As she rises, the front of her dress comes into view, caked in dark dried blood.
"He said he wanted me!" she screams as she presents an axe, splattered with blood streaks. Christie screams hysterically, falling against the door as the woman comes at her. The giggling starts again, and Christie, to her utter shock and horror watches as the clown doll that was sitting on the woman's lap becomes animated, moving on its own. It painted features now drawn into an evil glare.
All the dolls in the room were moving, waving their hands and giggling. A chorus of laughter chases after Christie as she takes off down the hallway, the insane woman following behind. She can hear the axe cutting through the chilly air as the woman swings it at her, barely missing Christie's back.
She bounds down the stairs, almost stumbling, grasping the shoddy railing, cobwebs catching along her fingers. She runs to the front door, jiggling the handle, finding its stuck-or locked.
There's no time to comprehend which, the crazed woman is coming for her. Only now, she has red stripes down her cheeks along the rotted flesh and bone. Christie dodges the swinging axe, making a play back up the stairwell. Still in shock, she holds in another scream, concentrating on finding refuge, running inside a room with a large leather chair, desk with a single lamp that was aglow, vintage record player and coffee table.
Inside, after she has closed the door and locked it. She stands, tears coursing down her beet red cheeks, a headache throbbing through her skull. Her whole body is trembling uncontrollably as she sinks to the floor, holding her knees, rocking.
If she could get to Josh. Or even asshole Liam would do.
Somebody. Anybody.
She remains in the same position for a few minutes, sniffling, tense, as she keeps her attention on the door, until she hears a crackling sound as the old dusty record player begins to play;
'You're motoring, what's your price for flight, in finding mister right, you'll be alright tonight.'
When the verse plays a second time, the needle begins skipping, the phrase, "What's your price" repeating on a loop. Christie tightly covers her ears, tucking her head down.
"What's your price?" the man in the red truck asks Melanie, whose leaning against the door. They're in the driveway of Melanie's house, and it's just after midnight.
"Whatever you got-" Melanie says in between her loud gum chewing. The man then nods behind her.
"Hey, we got company." he mutters. Melanie turns to see Christie in her pale lavender nightgown, clutching her Raggedy Ann doll.
"Mommy...?"
"Get your ass back in bed!" Melanie roars as she stalks towards her, pushing her up the porch steps.
Christie darts up, screaming as she runs at the record player, knocking it to the ground, stomping the shiny black of the record, smashing and cracking it. She continues to angrily pummel it with her soles, kicking the pieces aside. Her fury does nothing to drown out the forest of giggles she hears as she does so.
"Who is there?" she asks forcefully, feeling a new strength come over her. Her anger, her fear, were now colliding, blending, erupting in a powerful adrenaline rush.
She was done with this crap.
"Who the fuck are you?! Where's my brother, you fuckers?!"
The voices quiet, hushing each other, trying to hold in their mocking cackling. The room is dark save for the tiny lamp, and the only thing she can make out are the feet of her assailants moving stealthily along the shadows of the corners of the room. Charily, they begin to present themselves, each clown doll stepping forward, each one different than the last, tall, short, inching out into the weak light. Their giggling starts up again.
"No," Christie gives a small shake of her head. "No, this isn't real. You're just a dream. You're the pizza and ice cream I gorged on last night. I must have fallen asleep in the car. Because this isn't real."
This instantly silences them. They all glance to each other, their worn and aged features almost looking...scared. Or worried.
"I wouldn't say that. You'll make him mad..." offers the one who was perched on the lap of the crazed woman with the axe.
She wasn't real either. Just a ghost. A junk food-induced hallucination.
Christie, the emotionally intelligent girl that she is, now decided to wield her new power.
"You're not real. You're not fucking real." she points a taunting finger. "You're just imaginary. Just stupid dolls. I'm not scared of fucking dolls!" she finishes, almost laughing as she brings her fingers up to her mouth.
The room then starts to rumble, like an earthquake. The dolls all clamor back to the shadows, seemingly disappearing into the ratted and torn wallpaper. One utters an audible, "Uh-oh," as they vanish from sight. Accompanying the thunderous shaking is a raspy roar, echoing around Christie as she runs to the room's door, flinging it open, instantly being met with the axe woman.
"You're not real!" Christie shouts defiantly, the woman shrinks back, lowering her axe. Christie takes the opportunity to then jump down the stairs, the edge of her sneaker catching on a piece of broken railing that is protruding from a step and tumbles, flying down the stairwell, landing at the bottom and rolling to the center of the living room. She remains there, until she opens her lids, feeling the warmth of the sun upon her color drained features. She gradually raises her head, before she pushes herself up and heads to the door. Stepping out in the brightness of daylight, embracing the warmth, she makes her way home, just a block away.
Standing in the bathroom of her bedroom, she observes her tired features.
It had been a dream. A very vivid one. But a dream nonetheless.
Josh and Liam had left her there clearly, not that Josh hadn't abandoned her before. He would normally not have done that, but Liam's influence was strong. Maybe when she passed out during that silly little seance Liam wanted to do. Or maybe in the car ride. But, didn't she see something? She could have sworn she did. In the mirror. Or was that part of the dream too?
Oh well. Whatever happened, she was home now. Josh would turn up sooner or later. He was probably off smoking weed with Liam.
Assholes. Both of them.
She switches on the tap, gently splashing her face with cold water. She opens the medicine cabinet to retrieve the aspirin. She shuts it, and in the reflection, standing right behind her are Josh and Liam. She screams as she takes in their bloody and chewed facial features, Liam grinning his mocking leering grin. Just as the aspirin bottle hits the floor, she jolts awake.
Awake. Cold. Head pounding as she lay on the floor of Neibolt at the bottom of the stairs. She groggily lifts her aching body up, moaning in pain, placing her palm to her forehead. She lets out a defeated whimper as she sits, gazing around as the oval mirror that still sat leaning against the wall begins to roll out in front of her. Christie gasps, keeping her eyes on it as it comes to a halt a few feet away from her. Her heavy breathing is audible as she stares at it.
The surface of the mirror begins to ripple, her reflection fading as a massive white gloved hand emerges from the watery silver, wiry fingers wiggling, deep, rasping chuckles drifting out along with it as the ruffled sleeve of the hand appears. Then a bulbous head topped with fiery orange tufts of hair. Christie's mouth is agape, her eyes bulged as she tries to inch away from Pennywise, who has now pulled his entire upper torso out of the mirror, bells jingling. Leaning on his fists, he grins, those familiar stripes distorting as he sneers,
"Time to float," he growls before his features darken. "You are scared now, aren't you?" he loudly sniffs the air. "Yes, you are. Real, delectable fear."
He crawls out a little further, his visage becoming more irate, saliva strings dangling from his lips. "What a shithole." he says, mimicking Christie's voice.
Crippled with fear, Christie begins to scoot away, a tearful grimace forming, her legs kicking along the floor, before Pennywise's hand shoots out, coiling around her ankle.
Christie shrieks as he drags her towards him as he retreats back into the mirror. With a flash of light, the surface is normal again, save for a few small orange electric bolts shivering along the glass.
As the mirror tips back over, the faint sounds of giggling begins, filling the rooms of the house.
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Jewelry looks best with gems.
A human au
(The scene was pictured through a camera.)
"Yo yo yo! Hey you guys! Today is the day!" Amethyst shouted into the camera, holding it herself in her hands. "Yeah you heard it! Because today's the day we're gonna get pierced!!!"
Amethyst was sitting in the backseat, filming the two women up front.
Pearl was a very pale woman, her skin almost close to white. Her hair was Peach-dyed and really short, only barely touching her ears and with a small pointy part at the back. Up front she had bangs which were split in half and almost looked as if they were trying to avoid eachother.
She had a tall, slim build with a big, pointy nose and big, blue eyes.
Her outfit was causal, a short-sleeved turquoise blouse tucked inside a pair of blue jeans.
She was driving the car, a grey dundai.
Next to her was Garnet. She was way taller than the other two, and compared to Pearl, was at least 50 shades darker than her in skintone. She had an hour-glass build with a set of wide hips hidden in a pair of tight sweatpants, a thin waist clothed in a purple tank-top and a pair of thick, black glasses hiding her eyes. And on top of her head was a massive, square shaped, black afro.
"Amethyst! Turn that off! I don't have my face on!" Pearl immediately scolded, blushing heavily but tried to hide it with one hand waving about.
"Oh come on P! Admit you're excited!" Amethyst laughed, holding the camera a bit closer.
Pearl sighed in frustration. "Alright, fine! But I still don't get what the joy is about sticking holes in your body only to hang some piece of jewelry!" She said.
"Come on, P. I know you want it!" Amethyst teased. "You've wanted it ever since Rose got her bellybutton pierced."
"Hers could easily be hidded with clothes." Pearl argued, looking back at her through the mirror. "Garnet, why aren't you helping me here?" She looked almost frustrated at the woman beside her.
"I think it's cool." Garnet simply replied. "It really reflects your personality on some people."
"So why don't you get one?" Amethyst asked, standing up and leaning forward onto the seat.
"Don't have any place to put it." She plainly answered. "You on the other hand, can barely choose."
"You're just mad cause' you can't pierce your hands like you wanted." Amethyst teased.
"My hands are not important." Garnet warned, and Amethyst silenced. "Besides. I'm the only one with a tattoo." She continued.
Amethyst nodded. True. True.
"It better go fast. Steven promised to make us dinner." Garnet reminded them.
"Hey! Hey guys!!" Amethyst laughed. "How do you think Steven would react if I pierced my-."
Just in time, someone drove past them in a hurry and Pearl lost control of the car.
Soon, Pearl had found control over the car and clenched the wheel. Garnet held the handle above the door and Amethyst practically laid on the floor.
"I'm gonna pretend that you were going to say 'nose'." Pearl said strictly, frowning.
Garnet turned around in her seat, looking at Amethyst on the floor. "That's why we use seatbelts."
Amethyst grunted in annoyance. "I hate you."
"Love you too." Garnet smiled.
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About an hour later they were inside the piercing studio with a few other people inside.
And for now they were just strolling around shelves, looking at all the different jewelry incubated in glass-boxes.
But as Pearl looked through all the different, more extreme jewelry such as plugs or huge extensions, she got more and more off put.
"I think I've seen enough." She alarmed and looked away.
"Come on, P! You promised you'd do one too!" Amethyst told her, loudly slurping a soda with a straw.
Pearl rolled her eyes in annoyance. "Fine! I can do.... I don't know, my ears, maybe?" She said.
"Ugh, you're so lame!" Amethyst blurted out in annoyance.
"Excuse me, do you need any help?" A young co-worker with piercings and brown hair suddenly walked up behind them.
"Yes. We had an appointment. Pearl and Amethyst." Pearl told her politely.
"Great! We'll have you in just a moment." The woman told her and walked back behind the counter.
And again, they started wandering about between the half a dussin of people inside the store.
"This one is quite pretty, don't you think?" Pearl sung as she pointed a finger at the diamond- adorned septum jewelry.
Amethyst joined her side to see. But as she had bored herself, she returned to her own searching.
"I don't think piercing your nose is anything for you, P. You know?" Amethyst told her honestly.
"Why's that?" Pearl asked simply as she looked at the jewelry in peace.
"You know. Because of your nose, you know?" Amethyst started getting nervous.
This made Pearl react. She turned around and frowned at her. "What's wrong with my nose?" She crossed her arms.
Immediately Amethyst realised her mistake and started studdering excuses for her words and had really started to sweat.
"You have a distinctive nose, Pearl." Garnet suddenly cut in, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. But before Pearl talked back, she showed her a piece of thick paper. "These would suit you."
"Oh." Pearl hummed in curiosity as she grabbed it. On the thick paper; the jewelry holder, hung a pair of earrings in gold. One was just a simple pearl-ish stud, while the one next to it was similar, but had a star hanging from it.
"Well, they ar quite lovely." She admitted as she leaned against Garnet.
"Yeah! You should get those!" Amethyst blurted, somehow had sneaked to her side without any of them noticing.
But Pearl frowned with discomfort. "I am not quite comfortable with the symmetry of these, though." She muttured, looking at the difference between the simple stud and star adorned stud.
"We're in a relationship of three." Amethyst said, crossing her arms. "How much symmetry do you have in your life, you think?"
"And what, if I may ask, are you planning on getting?" Pearl asked dandy, crossing her arms again and frowning.
"The place I use the most!" She then stuck her tongue out and pointed her fingers at it. "This guy!"
"I believe your heart is the most used spot. Or perhaps your skin." Pearl corrected.
"Come on, P! You guys have already pierced my heart, at least let me do the second best!" Amethyst grinned, resting her hands on her chest.
For a split second Pearl smiled at the romantic words before quickly frowning again.
"Pearl and Amethyst?" A voice called behind them. And there was a pink haired, tall woman with a lip-piercing standing by the door deeper inside the store.
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(Twenty minutes later)
Pearl was sitting on the chair, nervously playing with her hands.
Garnet stood at her right side, leaning against the backrest.
Amethyst was busy admiring her new tongue piercing in the mirror on the wall, sticking her tongue out.
"P, there's nothing to be scared of! They're just sticking a needle through your flesh! You'll just look like that horror movie dude who has lots of needles in his face!" She laughed, tongue still out of her mouth.
"Amethyst!" Pearl scolded at her and Amethyst just started laughing.
"It will be fine." Garnet's calm voice and smile made her smile.
"So. Are we ready?" The woman with pink hair asked, putting on a pair of plastic gloves.
Pearl nodded and leaned back as the woman grabbed her tools.
Garnet and Amethyst held her hands.
"Okay, Pearl. Take a deep breath." She told her.
Pearl took a deep breath and clenched her eyes shut.
"Relax, P." Amethyst laughed.
"Okay. One, two three." The piercer counted and pulled the needle through her ear.
Pearl made a startled whimper for half a second and tensed into a stick.
"Okay. One to go." The piercer announced and switched side.
"One, two, three." Five minutes later, Pearl was done with her ears and watched herself in a mirror.
"You look good, P." Amethyst told her. Garnet nodded in agreement.
"You were right, they are very pretty." She turned to her right side with the star. "Garnet." And then to the stud. "Amethyst."
"Hey! Why do I get to be the little one?!" Amethyst blurted.
"Because you are my little stud." Pearl sang.
"And Garnet gets to be the star? Fair, P. Fair." Amethyst complained.
"Rather a stud in your ear than a kick in your rear." Garnet cut in and everyone burst out laughing.
"Are you ready for the third one, ms?" The pink-haired woman asked, changing gloves.
The two women looked at her in confusion.
"Third one?" Amethyst asked.
Pearl smiled shyly. "Rose's was personal to her. I think I should give it a try as well."
Garnet and Amethyst smiled proudly at her.
"You know what?" Amethyst asked, crossing her arms. She turned her head towards the piercer. "Yo! Lady! Got time for one more?"
-
About an hour later after walking back to the car and started driving, they were once again on the road, nighttime starting to sneak in.
"Happy with your day, Amethyst?" Pearl asked her, looking at her through the mirror.
"Yep! And my girls are looking hot!" Amethyst stuck her tongue out again, showing her tongue-piercing while at the same time pointing at the purple, small one in the middle of her chest.
"How about you, Garnet?" Pearl asked the woman beside her.
"Never better." Garnet smiled, taking off her glasses to wipe them off with the bottom of her shirt, revealing her blue and brown heterochromia eyes and her old, third eye tattoo in the middle of her forehead.
She then grabbed Pearl's hand and lifted it up so she could kiss it. Pearl giggled and did the same thing with hers.
"Hey! Where's my sugar?!" Amethyst shouted, leaning forward.
Garnet just chuckled and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
And Amethyst fell back in the seat, pretending to faint.
"You look great, P." She said before drifting off into sleep.
Pearl smiled back at her. And then she saw Garnet nodding in agreement at her. And then she smiled at herself in the mirror. Admiring the small, pearl-looking dermal in the middle of her forehead, between her bangs.
The End
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Worn a brightly colored accessory with a neutral outfit
Stared out the car window while listening to sad music as if you were in a music video
Danced around your room with the curtains open
Driven through a neighborhood you don't live in blaring indie music from your car
Cut your own bangs with kitchen scissors
Tried on a bunch of wacky outfits in a thrift shop with no real intention of purchasing anything
Gotten a septum piercing
Transferred schools in the middle of the term
Played the ukulele
Thrown a themed costume party
Worn Heelies unironically
DIYed home decor
Filmed one second of your life every day for a year
Sat on a playground swing as an adult
Learned to juggle
Sat in the front row, whether it was class or a concert
Used your Polaroid camera to chronicle a road trip
Been told you're "Heather"
Studied the arts or humanities
Related to at least one Taylor Swift song hardcore
Had the same best friend for several years
Been part of a love triangle
Had a niche hobby or interest not many people have heard of
Watched the sunrise or sunset from an airplane window
Been way too overdressed for the grocery store
Dyed your hair a bright color
Recorded yourself singing to see if you sounded as good as you thought you did
Made a video in the rain
Gone night swimming
Curated a very specific playlist for a very mundane task
Referred to going somewhere super normal (like the gas station) as "an adventure"
Had a "life-changing experience" at summer camp
Performed in a talent show
Considered your pet your best friend
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Sagittarius - Fire
never saving phone numbers
loopholes
strong unfounded opinions
buying a round of shots
going viral on tiktok
snapchat stories
calling everyone ‘bro’
lapsing into a character
health fads
loving tacky aesthetics
self-organization
will watch any show that has hot people
surfing airbnb for fun
mangonadas
have made someone cry
romance languages
tone-deaf but love karaoke
fun facts
making a day out of one errand
tattoos
silver lining
losing internet once someone shows interest
never paying people back
calling in sick
9/24
Capricorn - Earth
trusting two people
*cracks knuckles*
self-deprecating jokes
owning multiple colors of the same pants
love having an excuse to say no
clothing with pockets
sitting together in silence
sore loser
needing alone time to decompress
no interest in petty drama
compartmentalizing emotions
unsure what to do while someone cries
noticing everything
solution-oriented
called ‘precocious’ as a child
favorite sound is the crossword jingle
rising to meet high expectations
speaking to pet and babies in an adult voice
large iced coffee, black
‘sent from my iPhone’
long-form articles
no sympathy for stupidity
sophisticated neutrals
remember your sat score
8/24
Aquarius - Air
avoiding contact during earnest conversations
history of bad bleach jobs
people watching from afar
have considered a burner phone
only listening to b-sides
have gone by five different nicknames
hating on astrology
tirades
keeping your birthday a secret
reusable water bottle
hating hugs
using shock humor to alienate people
know exactly where you’d run away to if you decided to start a new life
self-described “bad influence”
jstor subscription
encyclopedic knowledge of niche pop culture
deliberately esoteric
“what’s the science?”
71 unread messages
over-ear headphones
a piercing you did yourself
most active between 3 and 6 am
favorite celeb is David Byrne or David Lynch
hiding inside a hoodie
2/24
Pisces - Water
chipped nail polish
believing your own lies
not wanting to upset someone by telling them they’ve upset you
crying when someone else cries
swaddling yourself in a cardigan
donating to wikipedia our of guilt
batting eyelashes
thinking everything is a sign
mystery novels
have plans to ‘find yourself’
battery always under 20%
working on asserting yourself
“I’m fine, but how are you?”
rich inner world
ethical veganism
house slippers
sitting on the floor of the shower
talented artist
small handwriting
picking ‘truth’ in truth or dare
reacting to messages with a heart emoji
starting sentences with ‘sorry’
planning birthday presents months in advance
happy crying
3/24
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Leo - Fire
reposting birthday wishes on Instagram stories
lip gloss
“I thought you’d be a bitch before I met you”
crying on command
showering strangers with compliments
loud laugh
giving up if not instantly good at something
new outfit for every occasion
waiting exactly as long as the other person to text back
awful at apologies
movies with makeover montages
craving validation
thinking everyone should have an ego
other people’s parents love you
sleeping with six pillows
dumping people before they can dump you
love being the therapist friend
president of a club in high school
the protagonist of reality
planning a memoir
arriving late with beverage in hand
pipe dreams
good at icebreaker games
tipping 30%
4/24
Virgo - Earth
saunas
needing 2+ hours to fall asleep
having the last word
standards so high even you can’t reach
stress-induced IBS
modifying your restaurant order
vices
turned off by rudeness
matching pajama sets
knowing which fork is which
self-doubt
currently worried someone is mad at you
observational humor
complex self-soothing rituals
Youtube tutorials
subtly sensual
creating problems to fuss over
editing articles as you read them
talking points
checking weather before getting dressed
chamomile tea
making sure your friends know their worth
“I’ll pencil you in”
realizing your jam has been clenched
10/24
Libra - Air
you’re ‘not on social media’
...but you meticulously curate your finsta
jack off all trades
belonging to 15 distinct friend groups
only ‘reading’ audio-books
fantasy movies
situationships
returning favors
natural deodorant
cooking elaborate meals for one
mediating friend drama
can’t take a compliment
“I could make that myself”
passive aggression
power couple aspirations
fusion foods
fear of being forgotten
meet-cutes
inspirational quotes
watching music videos instead of just playing the songs
overly familiar pet names
underestimating the effects of your actions
“no makeup” makeup look
taking it easy
5/24
Scorpio
collecting screenshots just in case
hyperbolic speaker
slouching
alibis
keeping everyone’s secret
loving your hometown
mirror above the bed
hate when people waste your tame
evasive responses to innocuous questions
performative sigh
human lie detector
penetrating eye contact
secretly wish someone would scale your emotional walls
“what’s the catch?”
decoding algorithms
remembering every embarrassing thing you’ve ever done
testing people’s allegiance
a natural at networking
refusing to acknowledge dropped hints
falling in love quickly and intensely
“fool me once” mentality
weighing your options
fiercely loyal friend
10/24
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do,,, aLL of the aesthetic asks
how,, how could you do this 2 me
flower crown: when did you last sing to yourself?
like two minutes ago :))
fairy lights: if a crystal ball could tell you the truth about anything, what would you want to know?
if the career i want to pursue is going to work out for me
daisies: what is the greatest accomplishment of your life?
i’ve done nothing noteworthy ever
but i was #1 rally champ in my region for soap box derby and i also won my local race and went to the world championships in ohio :))
1975: what is the first happy memory that comes to mind, recent or otherwise?
uuhhh i got a disney pass recently and have just been going to disney a lot which makes me v happy
matte: if you knew that in one year you would die suddenly, would you change anything about the way you are now living?
yeah man i would tell my crush that i have a crush on them, i would go get all the tattoos, all the piercings, i would prob go to a bunch of protests, and really just speak my mind all the time
black nail polish: do you have a bucket list? if so, what are the top three things?
perform in an original broadway musical as a lead role
meet daveed diggs
write and record a song
pantone: describe a person close to your life in detail.
uhhhhhhhhhh shit man idk my friend carlos is super funny, has really bad eyesight, has just like the worst fashion sense, is sarcastic and mean af but watches all the same youtubers i do and we have so many inside jokes it’s crazy
moodboard: do you feel you had a happy childhood?
yeah, i think so. it wasn’t like super great but my parents supported the things i wanted to do and pushed me to succeed
stars: when did you last cry in front of another person?
like a few months ago probably
plants: pick a person to stargaze with you and explain why you picked them.
my crush cause they’re super nice and i’m sure they would love to stargaze
converse: would you ever have a deep conversation with a stranger and open up to them?
yeah man i overshare all the time :))
lace: when was your last 3am conversation with someone, and who were they to you?
one of my best friends jaque and i have 3 am conversations literally all the time
handwriting: if you were about to die, and you could only say one more sentence to one person, what would you say and to whom?
i would tell my brother that i love him cause i can’t remember when the last time i said it was and i want him to know
cactus: what is your opinion on brown eyes?
i lov ‘em, i lov any color eye
sunrise: pick a quote and describe what it means to you personally.
“where you ought to go depends on where you want to get to” is a paraphrased quote that the cheshire cat says to alice and i’ve always interpreted it meaning if you want to get somewhere, you have to make it happen, and where you go and what you do should be what you want
oil paints: what would you title the autobiography of your life so far?
‘almost 16 years of bullshit’
overalls: what would you do with one billion dollars?
probably buy a bunch of makeup and theatre tickets, and i would buy my friends anything they wanted :)
combat boots: are you a very forgiving person? do you like being this way?
yeah i’m a really forgiving person and i like it but i also kind of hate it bc i fall for the same thing over and over bc i give so many chances to people that don’t deserve it
(see when: i dated a guy like 5 times bc he kept leaving me but then apologizing and promising to change)
winged eyeliner: write a hundred word letter to your twelve year old self.
i’m not going to do that, i’m sorry :((
my memory is really bad so idk what i was like or what i was doing and honestly this ask is long enough lmaoo
pastel: would you describe yourself as more punk or pastel?
punk
tattoos: how do you feel about tattoos and piercings? explain.
i love them with all my heart i’m gonna be covered in them one day but for now i just have my septum pierced
piercings: do you wear a lot of makeup? why/why not?
it depends, sometimes i’ll wake up and not want to do makeup, sometimes i’ll wake up and spend half an hour doing it
i also have to do heavy makeup for shows sometimes
bands: talk about a song/band/lyric that has affected your life in some way.
the entire american idiot album by greenday really affected me a few years ago and really pushed me to like,, be who i wanted to be? idk why but it made me care less what other people thought
messy bun: the world is listening. pick one sentence you would tell them.
you have the right to your opinion unless it is condemning some one for something that is out of their control
cry baby: list the concerts you have been to and talk about how they make you feel.
0 concerts :(
grunge: who in the world would you most like to receive a letter from and what would you want it to say?
uhh probably lin-manuel miranda and i’d probably just want some generic speech about never giving up and working hard so i could hang it somewhere and it would inspire me
space: do you have a desk/workspace and how is it organised/not organised?
i do not have one but if i did it would wildly fluctuate between tidy and unruly
white bed sheets: what is your night time routine?
i remove any makeup i wore that day, wash my face, slap some products on it, change for bed, get a glass of water, play some music, then get in bed
old books: what’s one thing you don’t want your parents to know?
uhh i really don’t keep secrets from my mom? she doesn’t know i’m bi but that’s just more of me not being ready to tell her rather than not wanting her to know
beaches: if you had to dye your hair how would you dye/style it and why?
it would be like deep blue with bangs bc that’s cute af
eyes: pick five people to go on an excursion with you. who would you pick and where would you go/what would you do?
my three best friends (jocsan, carlos, and jaque), em, and my friend kiara
we would go to a theme park cause they’re fun and i love them
11:11: name three wishes and why you wish for them.
to have clear skin cause my skin is horrid atm
to have the courage to tell someone that i think they’re attractive or that i have a crush on them cause i’m shy and nervous all the time
to be able to travel somewhere i’ve never been for fun cause i’ve only ever traveled for other reasons
painting: what is the best halloween costume you have ever put together? if none, make one up.
i wanted to be luna lovegood one year and i was going to get some ravenclaw robes, make Dirigible plum-shaped earrings (to keep away the nargles), get/make a copy of the quibbler, and make her glasses but no one sells ravenclaw robes :(
lightning: what’s the worst thing you’ve ever done while drunk or high?
i mean i’m under age so
psst i may have had ‘a few’ coolers once and then proceeded to kick ass in beer pong with my friend christian (though the cups were filled with water lmao we didn’t drink any beer) it wasn’t regrettable but it was frustrating for everyone else lmaoo
thunder: what’s one thing you would never do for one million dollars?
idk probably like eat someone
storms: you on only listen to one song for the rest of your life, or only see one person for the rest of your life. which and why?
i’d listen to fireflies by owl city cause i’ll never get tired of it
love: have you ever fallen in love? describe what it feels like to realize you’re in love.
i mean, for me it’s like an oh shit feeling followed by happiness and nervousness
clouds: if you’re a boy, would you ever rock black nail polish? if you’re a girl, would you ever rock really really short hair?
i probably wouldn’t cut my own hair short bc i love my long hair but anyone who wants to do either of those things is rad af
coffee: what’s your starbucks order, and who would you trust to order for you, if anyone?
i would trust anyone it’s simple af i either get a vanilla bean with no coffee or a passion fruit iced tea lemonade sweetened
marble: what is the most important thing to you in your life right now?
uhh probably my friends and my choir class
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