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badassxbirdy · 11 months

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July Activity Update (Pinned Post)

It’s time once again for an activity update! If you’re new here: these monthly posts help me to keep track of what the frick I’ve been doing, particularly when tumblr breaks or the brainfog strikes. This update includes things posted or in drafts for the month of May. Everything else can be found in previous monthly updates under this tag. There’s also the thread tracker here, which I’m currently updating.

The full activity update (along with OOC house keeping) is below the cut. Bold text = links.

If you want to see all IC interactions without the other stuff, click here. If you’d like to start something new, there are opens, memes, and the wishlist, or you can just hit up the DM’s. You can also add Ty on Wire for IC texting.

Now onto the update!

OOC Houskeeping

@normallyxstranger has released a new book! Check it out!

@sanguinelupus is back, and so I will be using this at every opportunity. But more importantly: you should go follow!

I’ll be heading back home around the 8th, which means I’ll have PC access back. 🥳

I’m currently updating my rpthreadtracker page, so please excuse the mess over there.

The queue is currently set to post twice a day.

I still haven’t found my login for Ty’s discord. Don’t judge me. 😬

Threads, replies, and other IC interactions:

(In alphabetical order by username)

At the motel (drafted) - @demcnsinmymind

I’ll just be over here screaming about Azzy OMG. (link) - @demcnsinmymind

Ty takes Lance on a hunt! (drafted) - @demcnsinmymind

At the bar with drunk!Ty (link) - @demcnsinmymind

Car trouble (queued!) - @demcnsinmymind

No soul for you. 😤 (link) - @demonstigma

Damon shields Ty, Ty is ANGY. (link) - @derschwarzeengel

Ty finds Vampire!Damon (drafted) - @derschwarzeengel

“Get out of there, he’s a priest!” (drafted) - @derschwarzeengel

Werewolf problems (link) - @derschwarzeengel

Ghost Stories: Charmed 2018 verse (link) - @derschwarzeengel

The idiots reconcile aka Tyler can’t be left unsupervised (link) - @derschwarzeengel

Damon encounters dark!Ty (link) - @derschwarzeengel

Judging 50 shades and unexpected cuteness (drafted) - @derschwarzeengel

Universe differences (drafted).- @derschwarzeengel

“This isn’t what it looks like.” (link) - @discipulusmaleficus

Starter from @first-born-to-his-name! ❤️ (queued)

Birthday cuteness! (link) - @heavenguided

“I don’t understand your definition of good news.” (link) - @hvbris (for Olive)

Tyler being massively confused by Wednesday (queued) - @hvbris

Extremely normal headwear and cake experiments (link) - @imprvdente

Human!Ty and FBI!Fish (drafted! So sorry again for the wait!) - @imprvdente

Mischief at the fair (queued) - @indyflanery

Bad jokes with Charm. (link) - @innerwar

Monster encounter (drafted) - @lcbcshcart (welcome back!)

Demon problems (queued) - @magaprima

Demon problems part 2: electric boogaloo (queued) - @magaprima

“I totally didn’t do what you think I did.” (link) - @pantslessoptimism

Leaving the compound (queued) - @razorfst

Taking serious notes with her most serious pen. 😤 (link) - @tobeblamed

Drafts: 8

Memes/Asks: 12

Headcanon, dash games, and assorted silliness:

Ty’s questionable coping mechanisms (link)

She’s a 10, but… (link)

Tyler + love (link)

Dash game: What chess piece are you? (link)

Taco Tuesday! (link)

I think that’s everything! As always: please let me know if I’ve missed something. I never intentionally drop threads without notifying, rest assured that if it’s not here I simply have not seen it. Remember to be kind to yourselves, stay safe, and happy pride! ❤️ — Em

#activity update #pinned post

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the-slasher-madame · 2 years

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★ Random Thoughts Masterlist! ★

Why I got tumblr

Casually insecure reader writing prompt

I’M the jealous one here

Why the twins would kill me

Bo and his double barrel shotgun

Vinny knows French

Seggsy Vinny 👀

My biggest regret

Fruity Sinclairs

Sinclair twins’ birthday

How to make internet friends

Pride month 🌈

Proofreading?? Don’t know her

Sinclair childhood writers

To awkward for the ruse

Road salt

My father and the Sandman

Vincent vs. Bo

The deal

Notifications

Manhandled by Thomas Hewitt

To awkward to engage

Bo bringing hell with him

Painting cures depression

Drawing a header

Analyzing Thomas Hewitt’s breakdown

I hate my memory

Miniature tools

Fiery anniversary

Blogs v. Time

About to Stan one Lester Sinclair

Wet cat Billy Lenz

Don’t apologize

Pikachu man

I feel loved 🥺

It’s Brittany bitch

Don’t wanna disappoint

House of wax on Instagram is 0/5 ★s

ETHAN HAWKE???

Love and comfort <3

There’s a bee in my tumblr

The Black Phone (but as a date)

Fang ily so much 🥺🥺

Sleepy Mikey sleepy me

Barbie and the Hack Saw

Barbie’s hollow tits part 2

Jason and Michael’s headaches

Devotion *shudders*

Requests and traumaversaries

Photographing art tips pretty please

Metal thoughts?

DCAU slaps

Slipknot got slipnapped

Uma Thurman?

I love slashers

CUPCAKE

David Bowie and Geography: A Confused Disaster

Knitting

Christian Bale

Brahms and ‘The Haunting’

They done knew

Request update

Christian Bale pt. 2

Shirt

Lester vibes 🦝

Beauregard Sinclair is an ass

SLASHERS IN CROP TOPS 2022

He kinda short tho

Friendly reminder that I love y’all <3

Gay Grabber Moment

Eddie nickels

Mick Thomson

I really hate my memory right now

⭐️ anon and Ethan Hawke’s tits

Brain freeze

Sinclairs and Tourette’s Syndrome

Brahms, Stu, and Lester have never seen stretchmarks before IG

Milk

Bo Sinclair and the Grabber have no right sounding that sexy

Some Positivity!!

The Sinclairs are touchy in the summer 👀

Brahms and Bo, once again, have sexy voices that make me weak

The Grabber and that 70′s boob window shirt

Hot men short-circuit brain

Simping pays off

Mello Yello

I want Bo to glue my lips shut 🥺

Kiss me Bo please 🥺

Art update

Thank you Ziggy <3

Lester stans Miku

@ neurotypicals

More of me feeling bad about my request times

Prophetic flash

My first piece of hate 🤩

The deal part 2: the electric boogaloo

I’M BACK BITCHES

ROCK CANDY

Can you spare a crumb of Ghost lore?

Horrorsexual

#slashers #slasher fucker #slasher community #random thoughts #good luck

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bewaretheidesofmarchyall · 4 years

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Soulmate Shenanigans Part Two (Electric Boogaloo)

Good morning (or at least, I’ve started writing this in the morning! Who knows when I’ll complete it)!

I’m continuing my Soulmate AU Tomfoolery (you can find part one here)

Prompt #2

There is a timer that counts down to when you will meet your soulmate.

Warnings for death mentions, and temporary major character death

World Building

Everyone blames the mad scientist.

Which is fair. When someone makes billions of clocks in about a weeks time, each declaring when everyone in the world (including people who wouldn’t be born for decades) would find their soulmate, it’s considered to polite to stick around to answer questions

Instead, Logan disappeared to who-knows-where and left everyone else to pick up the pieces.

Rude.

Ever since the early 1910′s, the clocks have existed, one for each person. When any kid is born, the first thing a new parent does is rush to the register to see when they’ll meet their soulmate. It’s a big deal.

If your child isn’t going to meet their soulmate in the next 13 years, they are told the exact number on their 13th birthday

Philosophers have been enraged by all of this. Is free will a thing? Is existence a lie?

Non-philosophers will often close their curtains when they see a wandering philosopher, which are easy to identify by their look of abject confusion and plucked chickens.

Characters

Remus: Remus pretended that he didn’t care about who his soulmate was when his 13th birthday rolled along. He wasn’t the best actor.

His brother seemed happy when he found out that it would be sixteen years until he found his soulmate. 29 wasn’t a bad age at all, considering that some people would have to wait until they were old and in a nursing home, or would never even meet their soulmate at all.

Remus waited for his parents to tell him. They gave each other nervous looks, and he was convinced for a few seconds that he didn’t have a soulmate after all.

The actual answer was much weirder

526 years. 526 years until he met his soulmate.

Remus said a silent thank you to his soulmate for making him functionally immortal. After all, that meant that he’d survive until then!

HE WAS IMMORTAL

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Now, whenever someone would try to say something like, “Why do you like serial killers? Planning to become one?”, he could just look them dead in the eye and say,

I’m going to outlive you, Brian

(On an unrelated note, Brian disappeared a few months later. It actually wasn’t Remus’s fault, surprisingly. One minute, he was at a museum, the next, gone)

Remus would be fine with never finding his soulmate, honestly. Connection is nice, but being eldritch is more fun.

Virgil: Virgil didn’t want to be immortal

Sure, he wasn’t a fan of dying in practice, but in theory he didn’t want to live to over 250!

His family and friends were going to die, and he’d have to live through it. And for what? To meet a soulmate? Who gave a fuck? Virgil had never wanted a romantic relationship in his life, and he didn’t think that a 526 year wait was going to change that.

He was determined to find his soulmate early so that he could live a normal life like a normal person who doesn’t cause additional distress to the wandering philosophers.

Plot

It was easy to find Remus. Local Child Will Live To Over 500 makes a good headline, and Remus wasn’t one to shy away from attention.

When Virgil was 16, he packed his bags and ran away from home to go meet his soulmate. He didn’t ask Janus how he got the bus tickets, but he did ask him to tell his parents that he’d be okay.

Virgil knocked on the door, and waited. Someone who looked almost exactly like the news site photo answered. The conversation went something like this:

Virgil: So, YOU’RE Remus McFricking Sanders-

Roman: Nope, not him, whatever he said isn’t my fault.

[Roman slams door]

Virgil was pretty sure that he had, in fact, met Remus, and he was just being annoying. Roman believed that his brother had just manage to piss off yet another person.

Virgil retreated to a restaurant, and looked up the photo on the news article, just to make sure. No denying it, that was him! Same eyes, same hair, same general face-wait.

Remus had a nose that had obviously been broken at least once. The guy who’d greeted him at the door had definitely been in less scrapes than his soulmate.

Whoops.

Meanwhile, Remus had a plan to avoid Virgil at all cost. Virgil had tried to shy away from press attention, but he tracked down a photo eventually.

And when his brother told him that some emo with “awesome” eyes had turned up on the doorstep looking for him, he had a bad feeling.

Well, spooky boy wasn’t going to cost him his long future.

And so the dance began.

In one corner, Virgil, who had spite, stubbornness, and a deadline on his side (he had to get home to his parents eventually)! Never discount a spiteful Virgil!

In the other corner, Remus, who has nothing on his side but fate. Fate, however, has a sense of humor, and Remus read enough old myths as a child to know that whatever happens can’t be changed by petty human actions.

Virgil tries breaking and entering many times, each failing in a more ridiculous way. He is a careful, but Remus is practically Kevin McCallister in terms of traps, and he fails to meet his soulmate face to face all day and all night.

They do get to have some verbal exchanges, which are pretty much

Virgil: You think you want the existential hell of immortality??

Remus: Oh, fuck off, I’m going to have the best vampire aesthetic!

Virgil: The vampire aesthetic is wonderful, but can we do everything for aesthetic?

Both at the same time: Yes. Yes we can.

And then Virgil is herded out of the house by Remus’s pet rats.

However, the final encounter goes a little differently. No witty quips, just Virgil picking the lock of yet another window, and then a very specific sound.

Have you ever heard a stubborn emo get pulled into a portal in the spacetime continuum?

It’s a distinct sound that is along the lines of loud crash-The fu-whirring noises-nyoom-eerie silence

Remus didn’t give a second thought before diving into the portal after him. If he had, he would have thought hey, this’ll probably bring us face to face, something I’ve been avoiding or maybe jumping into random portals in a stupid idea or I’m going to grab a weapon before just running at it. But his first impulse was to make sure his snarky soulmate hadn’t died, so into the portal he went.

The Year: 2550

The Portal: Glows a lot, thank you for asking

The Reason: A mad scientist has only one thing left to lose, and is terrified as it slips away

Logan: Logan was a geek at heart. He loved science, in both theories and practice. He probably should have toned down his obsession with Nikola Tesla. He wanted to travel to the sky, and touch the stars, and watch time like a film reel.

Time travel was his passion. If people could travel across the physical seas, why not the metaphorical ones of time?

It was pure luck that he actually figured it out, but figure it out he did. Logan loved his creation.

He wanted to create a million inventions, but more importantly he wanted Patton to see them all.

If there was one thing he loved more than science, it was him.

The two kept each other from drifting off into the stars, or sinking into the dirt because they’re too afraid of being rude. One of Logan’s favorite memories was he and Patton running through the St. Louis fair, giggling at terrible puns and sharing a quick kiss out of sight, before catching the next exposition.

Patton was kind, and caring, and knew how to talk to people to get them to like him, and was just good. He was good.

Logan dealt only in facts. And it was a fact that it would have been better, more fair for Logan to have died in the fire.

It was a fact that he didn’t (even though it felt like it sometimes). It was a fact that Patton had been the one to notice the smoke. It was a fact that the love of his life waited for a few seconds in the doorway, trying to call the cat out. It was a fact that, after Logan was out of the house, he turned around to see the doorway collapse.

He found a way back into the house, but it took too long.

Fact: Humans can only endure severe smoke inhalation for a few minutes before dying.

Logan took one look at his time machine, somehow still undamaged. He’d never tested it before, but he really didn’t have a choice, so he kissed Patton on the forehead and stepped into a portal.

Back To The Plot

Virgil and Remus immediately knew that they were in the 26th century.

How? There was a sign!

Hey! If You Happen To Be A Time Traveler, This Is 2550! Check In With The Lord Cerebrum To Know More, Unless You Don’t Have A License, In Which Case

You Know What Happens

They don’t have much time to mull over this before Remus tries to murder Virgil. He’s not IMMORTAL any more, and it’s not FAIR, and it’s all HIS fault!

This is where we enter the Rivals To Friends (While On The Run From Time Management) section

Remus and Virgil have many adventures escaping from Time Management, while learning to appreciate the other as a friend. They are platonic soulmates, after all!

But Time Management is nothing if not patient, and the boys are caught eventually (you know how it goes. You forget to check around for listening ears, you use 21st century slang, and suddenly a single “yeet” and a “same” get you dragged before the Lord Cerebrum)

A Handy Dandy Guide To The Year 2550 (transcript from the Handy Dandy Infomercial Station)

Hey, time travelers! I know that everyone likes zipping around the time-stream and seeing what the fates throw at them to keep them from murdering their grandpa, but we have to do this by the Rules!

If you break the rules, you know what happens

The Year 2550 is protected by Logos Industries’s time dilation filter, to ensure that no one gets the wrong idea about going free range!

If you have a license, just proceed to the Lord Cerebrum to get your stamp of approval and philosopher disguise for the maximum positive effect! After all, Logos Industries needs funding to protect us all!

If you don’t have a license, you’ll see the Lord Cerebrum too!

Have a Handy Dandy Time :)

Back To The Plot

The boys are led through a menacing government facility, taken to see the Lord Cerebrum. They try to ask questions, but Time Management is rather disinterested in their fleeting existence, so nothing much gets answered.

The final destination is a computer room, where the Lord Cerebrum sits. His form was half hologram, half skin, his age unchanging for 526 years, and recognizable at first sight to Remus

Lord Cerebrum, aka Brain, aka Brian: Hey, Remus, what exactly did you say about outliving me?

Brian: Brian was a dick. There’s no other way to put it.

He and Remus used to be friends, sticking brand new phones in water to see what would happen and planning out pranks (they made their history teacher think that she was being haunted by the ghost of Charlemagne!), but things changed, and by 8th grade his dickishness was on full display

It was really easy to get away with being cruel to Remus. He naturally unnerved people, and anyone in a position of power immediately knew he was trouble (which was true), so when there was a conflicting story between a star student and the kid who poured ketchup in the principal’s desk, you can guess who’d always get believed.

Brian was a dick, but he was 13. He could have grown later in life, regretted his ways (or at least stopped), but instead he touched an antique time machine on a museum tour of the Clock House (home of Logan, the famous inventor of soulmate clocks).

He’d been planning to snap off the handle and pin it on Remus (or maybe Roman for variety), but instead

Crash-what the-whirring noises-nyoom-eerie silence

And Brian arrived in the year 2520, the first of many time travellers.

He became a celebrity. The parts of him lost in the wormhole were quickly replaced with state-of-the-art holograms, and his fame went to his head.

Thirty years of good marketing later, he was the Lord Cerebrum. And when a desperate mad scientist came crashing through a portal of his own, it was easy to get him to work for him under the promise that Brian would let him save his “Patton” once he made some technology for him.

He recognized Logan from the museum. He knew who’s fault it was that he was trapped travelling through time, whirling through the portal, praying and promising and in the end just screaming. Brian knew who was to blame for the fact that he couldn’t tell how much of his body would stay when the power went out.

So the tasks got longer and more complicated, Patton dangled like a carrot over Logan’s head.

Fact: Logan would never win, and someday Brian would get tired of this game and there would only be one genius left in 2550.

Back To The Plot: Virgil punched the Lord Cerebrum in the face. He didn’t know all of the context, but his best friend seemed not to like the guy, and he seemed evil, so he punched the overlord in the face.

Brian was offended, and abandoned all plans for a monologue in favor of leaving them to die.

The most fitting way to do away with a time traveler is to send them everywhere at once. It’s an awful death, one where molecules are slowly lost as the traveler in question hits walls and trees and memories.

The duo managed to survive five or so timelines, before the machine miraculously shut off. A mad scientist ran into the room, unscrewed the vents in the walls, and told the teenagers that they’re late.

Things are explained as they escape the facility.

Things

Logan needed a way to break the time dilation filter. He did the math (which he tried and failed to explain to the boys), and it was determined that Remus and Virgil had the most butterfly effect capabilities to influence this particular event

Basically, removing them from the timeline changed things just enough for Logan to find the chink in the filter’s armor.

The duo’s job is done, and Logan is only sorry that he didn’t find them earlier to get them home.

Back To The Plot

Everything seems like it’s going to be fine, and the duo are almost able to go home, when the Lord Cerebrum finds them.

CLIMATIC SHOWDOWN

An Ending

In the end, Brian is sent to the 22th century, the year where nearly all of humanity were turned into giant rats for some reason

Logan found his way back to the 1910′s, and used the 26th century technology to heal his love. The time machine burned in the fire. Good. Space travel was where it was at, anyway.

Virgil had so much explaining to do to his parents

Remus knew that no one would believe him. Roman did.

Virgil and Remus stayed the closest of friends. They dressed up as vampires for Halloween. They stuck together. They got to grow up.

More soulmate shenanigans, amiright?

#sanders sides #ts sides #remus sanders #virgil sanders #logan sanders #logicality #platonic dukexiety #time travel #soulmate au #beware the drafts of march #soulmate shenanigans #unsympathetic brian #i don't know why this random shorts character is awful in my mind #i'm sure he's a perfectly nice fictional character #i love writing #fan fic #sanders side fic #sanders sides fic

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july-19th-club · 4 years

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about to just start inventing picard episodes

star trek picard episode whatever “Electric Sheep”: Cris, Raffi, and the gang beam down to pick up supplies for malfunctioning holograms. Soji and Geordi conduct an experiment on lucid dreaming. (geordi’s here because i love him and the experiment they’re doing is ‘if soji puts enough parts of her brain in sleep mode can she or geordi talk to a remnant of her dad in there’ and the result is ‘yes and there are seventeen individual lines of dialogue that will have you bawling like a baby’. then they have to pilot la sirena out of a contested patch of space together because they accidentally let her drift while they were doing weird science and everybody else is planetside having wacky market haggling shenanigans and emmett & enoch are still not online. do they sit in The Correct Spots On The Bridge? brother, it’s the only reason the scene exists)

star trek picard episode whatever 2 electric boogaloo “Dinner and a Holonovel”: Raffi and Seven go on their first official date. Meanwhile, La Sirena receives a coded message from one of Raffi’s mysterious contacts. (in this one Raf and Sev get dressed up but they’re both sort of uncomfortable doing so and they try to have a date but neither of them are enjoying themselves trying to be normal, because Raf’s an old reprobate who’s definitely forgotten how to Have Fun With Others and Sev never learned because it wasn’t relevant to her interests. but then they wind up in some trouble(maybe they deliberately seek it out sort of unconsciously bc they’re bored) and it becomes a fun bar fight date that they really enjoy. everybody else is playing twenty questions trying to figure out this weirdly-encoded message for her bc she’s busy. they come back all bruised and grinning and the whole gang looks up at them with this half-decoded message and is like what kind of life do you lead).

star trek picard episode whatever 2 the sequel “Dr. and Mr. Smith”: Raffi’s contact has asked the crew for their help in a...discreet political matter. (it’s a reverse heist episode starring everyone’s two favorite sort-of-semi-retired-?-spies (if we are spies no we are not. yes we are. no <3). julian and raffi have a very good rapport and sev and garak don’t understand each other AT ALL. yes they are together in this one. no i dont think we need much backstory on when or how it happened i will leave that to the experts and their fucking youtube plays. keep up the good work. what are they reverse-stealing? idk yet it’s just a vehicle for character dynamics anyway).

star trek picard episode we cry a lot “The Daughters”: Soji confronts her legacy when an old friend of her fathers hails La Sirena, eager to repay a debt. (although to be honest, when is our sweet girl NOT confronting her legacy? that bitch is all legacy; she’s got legacy frankly oozing out of her positronic pores. this is partly a story about soji, but it takes a while to get there. first it’s the story of Sarge, who had an imaginary friend when she was six...

she can’t pinpoint exactly when she came up with him, and she doesn’t even remember what she named him - but she knows it happened sometime around the evacuations, and when they all moved back home and the world started growing again - lush and fast from the rich volcanic soil - she used to spend hours playing around with her birthday-gift radio set, ‘talking’ to her imaginary friend. of course, she never got actual replies, but as she aged out of the phase she retained an interest in radio and communications, and her parents indulged it and bought her more and better equipment, enrolled her in science programs, fed her curiosity. until one day as a young adult doing a school project on theoretical outer space transmissions, she arrived at a theory which (she later describes it as a CLICK, like something is settling into place in her brain) could account for the existence of extraterrestrial life, just out of reach. and perhaps, she posits in her presentation, the reason no aliens had yet contacted her world had little to do with them not being there and much to do with them choosing not to respond. the goal, she concluded, was to continue reaching out - to close the gap. she wrapped up the presentation with a nod to nostalgia. “And maybe someday, those friends will be imaginary no more.”

she wins an award for the project, and begins work in her chosen field that’s extremely rewarding, but it is still years before she reaches her second conclusion: the logical leap that if future alien contact was not only possible but likely, her imaginary friend might have been a real person after all. she brings this idea up with her mother one night over dinner, and her mother is somewhat alarmed - what do you mean you think you were talking to aliens, you couldn’t do that on a child’s transmitter kit, adults??? adult aliens? what are you saying they said to you? - but she can’t answer. she doesn’t have clear memories of that time, only an unshakeable conviction that the life she may have contacted is closer than anyone could possibly imagine. and so she starts a new project. she digs out the old childhood kit, fiddles with the dials, finds the frequency she used to tune it to. in her mind’s eye there’s the impression of a clear, frank voice, but no words. she tunes her own, more modern and complex instruments, to the same frequency, and keeps listening.

one day, she hears something. this time, she doesn’t talk first. the next few months are a whirlwind of information-gathering. there are people out there. whole societies. she pieces together the basics of what she’ll eventually learn is the prime directive; enough ships pass by the atmosphere of her world that she’s able to form a working conclusion as to why the come close but never hail. they know we’re down here, she thinks, they just think we’re not ready.

and maybe they don’t have the kind of boats that could get you that far into the sky. but she’s always been resourceful. she picks up a new frequency, and starts listening to starfleet. and after a few months of listening and planning, she starts packing. she takes the kiddie transmitter kit, she takes clothing designed for all-weather wilderness exposure, she takes the kind of emergency preserved food that people used to keep by the pallet in case of earthquake, and she takes a few other trinkets she can’t live without. and when the time is right, she hails. it might be a combination of luck or goodwill, but she manages to convince a passing freighter that she is the stranded comms officer of a downed private ship, the only survivor of the wreck hiding out on a pre-warp world. they beam her up and the first few weeks are very touch-and-go, but she manages to convince them she belongs up here, that the people who look like her are very far away and not just under their feet, darting around her green little world like a hill of bugs under the eyes of giant birds. she gets off at the nearest starbase, and she starts exploring.

she takes numerous vessels to numerous worlds, gathering information all the time. she starts calling herself Sarge, instead of Sarjenka, and it makes people think she’s a military type and nobody bothers her. she stops at a library planet for a month and researches everything she can about the major governing systems in the galaxy. without much to go on - no name, only a vague physical description (tall? pale? humanoid?) - it’s hard to determine exactly what kind of vessel the Friend would have been on, if indeed he existed. the yellow clothes, one of her few clear recollections, lead her to guess starfleet, but starfleet is a massive organization and so many of its vessels have come near her homeworld that it seems unlikely she’ll be able to narrow it down like that. so she tries a different tack, searching for the other two vague faces that she can bring to mind. one is a middle-aged woman, humanoid, but the search turns up nothing; the woman is a doctor who has retired from the organization and now works at a teaching hospital near vulcan. the other is a bald man with a deep voice, humanoid, and his record turns up an absolute deluge of information. she skips past most of it; she’s inpatient now, if anyone knows about the Friend he will, and so she checks his last known location. on board the private supply-class ship La Sirena, captained by ex-starfleet officer Cristobal Rios. Rios is tall, dark-haired, and humanoid, but absolutely nothing about him rings that little mental bell. she checks his last docking location. the ship visited a reclamation site briefly, and then disappears from the record.

but Sarge is nothing if not a searcher, so she adjusts her frequencies and tries again. it’s months before they’re in proximity to one another, months in which she’s taken the opportunity to secure her own vessel, a little rented, dented passenger bucket that’s probably worth more in repairs than the price she got it for. but she trades radio repairs for ship repairs at the port where she buys it, looks up its name (Avis) and finds it acceptable, and then she’s in the sky. she tools around exploring new bases and stations, and keeps the hail open. and one day, it’s answered. a human voice answers. “Avis, we read you. What can we do for you?” they go on-screen with each other, and she sees first the captain - the bearded guy - and then...him. the old man. he is an old man, the bald guy, and his eyebrows raise when he sees her come on the viewer.

“Permission to come on board?” she asks. “I have something which might belong to one of you.”

the old man looks wary for a moment, but then he turns to someone behind him, they exchange some quiet words, and he nods. “Permission granted.”

there’s a young woman waiting for her at the transport platform. shorter than her by a good half meter, humanoid. pale. “Dr. Soji Asha,” she says, “You look...”

and Sarge could swear she’s about to say ‘familiar.’

“Sarge,” she says, and the woman’s small hand grasps her long one in a firm shake, and then waits patiently while Sarge performs greeting, letting her fingers just-not-rest on the woman’s shoulders and arms. “I’m actually looking for an old friend of mine, and I thought you might have his whereabouts. Tall, pale, starfleet officer? Ops gold. I know that’s not much to go on, but if it helps, he would have once contacted and established a rapport with pre-warp Drema IV? Humanoid, but not human. He...” It’s weird. standing here, explaining herself to this quietly-held young woman, Sarge is able to articulate better than ever before her half-formed memories. “He told me once he was a machine.” and then, like another CLICK is settling, she has a name. At last. “Data.” I knew he’d had a name.

the woman’s face lights up and falls in such swift motion it is hard to tell which comes first - the recognition or the sorrow. but they’re both there, clear and present. “Dad died almost twenty years ago,” she says. “But if it helps, I have a positronic clone of his brain.”

Sarge starts laughing; she doesn’t mean to, but the way the woman - Soji - says it, so matter-of-fact, so frank...she stops herself before it’s rude, but Soji’s laughing too. “Sorry, I -”

“No, don’t - how do you - how did you know Dad? Come on, come with me -”

“What happened? I didn’t know him for long, I barely remembered him, but I knew he existed -”

“That’s a long story. Do you want to meet the crew?”

Soji reaches for her hand, and with a feeling of mechanisms interlocking as they properly should, she takes it. they start walking. “Oh.” She’s almost forgotten. “If...if he’s not around to take it back, then this might belong to you.” She reaches in her pocket and holds it out: a small, ceramic singing bird.)

#mr chabon take notes or just hire me #geordi is also in all the other episodes . i really think picard would go from good to great if geordi was there regularly #i miss him sm and im in the middle of tng AS WE SPEAK #i got a little carried away on the last one and it turned into a whole-ass fic maybe #star trek #star trek: picard #this is the post that was incoming and yeah it's all star trek dont @ me #i am really good at star trek

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haxxy · 6 years

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checklist -- aka the events of haxxy’s extremely stressful day!

pre-exam panic part 1

animal behavior midterm

post-exam panic part 1

break to eat half a piece of leftover birthday cake and immediately become nauseous

frantically study for second exam

pre-exam panic part 2 (electric boogaloo)

sociology of deviant behavior midterm

post-exam panic part 2

“will I be late to my doctor’s appointment?” panic

“here’s a ton of waiting room paperwork that you don’t have the information for” anxiety

extremely unpleasant doctor’s appointment

possible pcos diagnosis

“here are some papers for lab tests, now go try to find the lab”

“i can’t find the lab” anxiety

have the witty lab technician steal seven vials of your blood

almost get hit by a speeding car as you dissociate yourself across a busy street (be reprimanded by a random lady)

Dissociate yourself into a liquor store and spend too much money

Make sure to get anxious about your ID even though you’re 21

Dissociate yourself to the bus stop with a suddenly heavy backpack

The bus is not here

It’s really hot

The bus is not here

Dissociate yourself to another bus stop, a street down

The bus is not here

It’s really hot

Pause to wonder if you’re bleeding out and just can’t see it because of your jacket sleeve covering the puncture wound

The bus is not here

The bus is finally here

Get on the bus. The bus is super crowded.

Relinquish your seat to a little old lady because even though you’re woozy you know to be polite

Get off of the bus a stop early because it’s so crowded that you can’t even stand it anymore

Dissociate yourself the block left to your campus, prepare yourself to travel up the Fucking stairs

Encounter someone you know. They ask you what you are doing. You admit to them that you are carrying a ton of alcohol up the Fucking stairs. They assure you that they believe in you.

Force yourself up the Fucking stairs

Pause for a moment after making it all the way up to pant like a dog and strip yourself of the jacket you really shouldn’t have put on today

Walk the rest of the way to your dorm - acknowledge the fire truck in the parking lot and the girl perched on the steps of the chapel, singing opera

Sit down on your bed and consider drinking some juice to correct your blood sugar

Write this post instead

To be continued... maybe

#haxxy stop #lms if you read #this is a super long and convoluted vent post but yknow it's been a super long and convoluted day #bolded items are the three things I was initially panicking about today

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docholligay · 7 years

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Jetty Jetty Wolf Wolf’s Birthday Weekend Extravaganza

Hello, this is your local Holligay. As we all know, I hate Jet. I hate with a passion and intensity that could move mountains. Jet has always given me the gift of her intense hatred for my birthday (This year, by freeing Michiru from her cardboard prison,) but I never reciprocated, either because I am a shitty friend, or I work, or both.

ANYWAY THIS LONG WEEKEND IS ALL FOR HER BIRTHDAY

What will the schedule for that look like, you may ask? LET’S WATCH.

Friday, September 1st:

FIC DAY. I will be writing fics and ficlets, all tailored to Jet’s disgusting personal desires. Highlights include:

INNERS FRIENDSHIP

PHARAH TRYING TO EMOTION ABOUT FRIENDSHIP???

OUR PATHFINDER CHARACTERS ON A MAGICAL ADVENTURE

POTENTIALLY MANY MORE

AND LIKE ZERO PERCENT ROMANCE

(If I get lost, i’ll just kill Rei)

I will be writing from 10 am my time to 2:30 my time, then 6:00ish my time to 9 or so.

Saturday, September 2nd:

LIVEBLOGGING FOR JET. From 10 am my time to 5:30 pm my time, with only a brief jaunt to shove something in my face.

PLEASE SEE BELOW FOR THE ORDER OF LIVEBLOGS UNDER THE CUT

Sunday, September 3rd:

GAMING LIVESTREAM

Telltale Games’ The Walking Dead. Which I have never heard of outside I know it is a TV show, let alone know anything about it. JET ASSURES ME I AM IN FOR A WILD RIDE. I have never seen the TV show either, so I really know nothing about anything. I am told the story is very choices based, and that the gameplay is mostly about driving the story, SO I’M IN.

Getting started at about 10, short break for lunch, going till about 5:00

Monday, September 4th:

LIVEBLOG 2: ELECTRIC BOOGALOO

Same as Saturday, including the approximate times. I WILL FREAK OUT ABOUT JET’S PICKS YET ANOTHER DAY

I HOPE YOU JOIN ME IN FETEING JET AND I AM INTERESTED TO HEAR YOUR THOUGHTS ON ANY OF THIS

In keeping with Jet’s base and disgusting desires, I will be keeping meticulous tags of each day. Tag for the whole thing is #celebrate a jet wolf

What I am liveblogging, in the order I’ll be getting to it, AND what I know about it, under the cut:

Cagney & Lacey, S6 Ep 20 "Happiness is a Warm Gun"

I’ve been told she’s basically interested in this for one scene.

I have never seen Cagney and Lacey! I know it is a cop show that older lesbians all scream about loving, and that’s the extent of my knowledge. Apparently the fact that I have zero percent context for literally anything that is going on is the allure.

Neon Genesis Evangelion, Ep 25 "A World That's Ending"

I know three things about NGE:

. CONGRATULATIONS (I have no context for this other than I guess they were trying to find a stupider ending to a show than “naked protagonist wields a baby-sword and forgives a mass murdering fuckhead because she felt real bad about it. Also, her friends were there.)

. SHINJI GET IN THE ROBOT

Cruel Angel’s Thesis

Absent that, I have nothing. And I’ve been told I may, NAY AM ENCOURAGED TO savage the fuck out of everything going on onscreen. This ought to be great.

The Facts of Life, S4 Ep 13 "Magnificent Obsession"

A SHOW I HAVE SEEN. I watched a lot of The Facts of Life on Nick at Nite when i was like...12? Anyway, I am a big believer in Jo/Blair because please I am butch/femme class romance trash, and you don’t even have to look at that shit sideways to get there.

Jet said this really formalated her love of complicated friendships, because I can’t remember this episode at all. Because of this and the fact that she said I am allowed to “Holligay the fuck out of it” I assume ti about Jo and Blair, so look forward to me trying not to scream “LET THEM KISS YOU COWARDS” at the screen and utterly, utterly fail

JEM, S1 Ep 16 "The Rock Fashion Book"

I literally only know of JEM from watching Jet’s liveblogs of it. I know it is about rock girls who live together and fight crime I guess? I know they are truly outrageous, as I imagine I will find this show.

Rei and Usagi: The Most Beloved of Friendships: A Retrospective Filled With Adoration And Sincerity

Earlier, i was allowed to be my own person with my own unique and complex views on the world. Those times are over. Those times are dead. Jet’s city now. I have to do the Rei and Usagi bits of these episodes, giving them my full BROTP eye. This is where I live now. This is where my entire heart is. Mina and Haruka? Never heard of the bitches. All is Rei and Usagi and their deep and abiding friendship. These episodes are:

011 - Usagi vs. Rei! A Nightmare in Dreamland

090 - Premonition of World's End! Mysterious New Warriors

171 - For Love! An Endless Fight in Hell (okay this one is actually for the Rei and Michiru part)

194 - Holy War in the Galaxy, The Sailor Wars Legend

196 - Countdown to the Galaxy's Destruction! The Sailor Senshi's Final Battle

Bubblegum Crisis Ep 5 "Moonlight Rambler"

I only know the Bubblegum Crisis is an anime that exists! I know both Mike and Jet love it, so I’m interested to see how it goes.

American Horror Story Ep 7 "I Am Anne Frank, pt 2"

HNNNNRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE EPISODES OF ONE OF MY FAVORITE SHOWS OF ALL TIME. GOD I LOVED ASYLUM, and this episode is so good, and the squirrel monologue is one of the most effective pieces of writing and acting I have ever borne witness to AND SHE KNOWS I WILL TRY TO GET THROUGH EVERYTHING ELSE TO GET TO THIS.

The Twilight Zone S1 Ep 5, "Walking Distance"

.She actually picked this episode off a list I’d made for her to do someday, and it is one of my favorite episodes of TZ of all time, which is a show I know SO FUCKING WELL FRIENDS. It was the first complete series I ever bought, and shaped a lot of how I think about writing. This episode is such a great story, and it’s so interesting to put it in mind with what was being put out for TV back then. TZ IS SUCH AN AMAZING SHOW

#celebrate a jet wolf

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cripplinganxietyflix · 7 years

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I saw Valerian.

If you’ve ever spoken to me at length about movies, there’s a good chance my thoughts on “headache cinema” have come up. It’s an umbrella term I’ve come up with that encompasses the deluge of loud, obnoxious, brainless, neutered, hundred-million-dollar-budgeted trashfests that are destroying theater culture as we know it. I’m talking about the Disney’s Marvel franchises, the post-Matrix Wachowski migraines, the Transformers films- head-exploding visual fuckfests that leave the average adult feeling like they’ve crawled out some hellscape version of a McDonald’s play palace birthday party. This brand of film is easily my least enjoyed and most disliked. The vast majority of the time these movies are castrated down to a PG-13- or worse, a PG!, they’ve got bloated budgets, dumb plotlines, stupid dialog, and best of all: punching, loud noises, explosions, TOTAL SENSORY OVERLOAD.

For many years I have hated superhero movies and glazed over at Hollywood’s air-horn retreads of movies like Clash of the Titans and Independence Day: Resurgence and the recent Ghost in the Shell mishap. I hate movies like this and I find them at least majorly to blame for the death of the hard R-rated action flick. There are exceptions to the formula, like Mad Max: Fury Road, the 2014 Godzilla, and Dredd, but generally speaking, they’re unwatchable. I will be the first to admit that I’m not a big fan of whimsy, but I will be happy to defend my position on this. Giant blockbuster action movies are generally dumb and boring if you’ve got more than two brain cells to rub together. I do try to balance my feelings about people who like brain-dead, ham-fisted, infantile PG-13 sci-fi action movies with my penchant for unrepentantly trashy, low-brow 70s and 80s exploitation horror films. I know for a fact that there’s a certain segment of cinema elitists who would see my interest in that subgenre as an undeniable sign of being a philistine troglodyte, which slightly tempers my extreme prejudicial judgment of those who love headache cinema.

I can pick up the hanging thread to unravel this tapestry. It’ll lead you through all of the recent loud crashing DC fiascos and the rainbow of annoying apocalypse and disaster films and CG shitshows. Once you hit the Star Wars prequels, you’re getting close. But the film that started all of this hatred is Luc Besson’s The Fifth Element, easily in my top five most despised films of all time (that’s a list for another day!).

It feels a little bizarre for me to say that I hate Luc Besson. Léon: The Professional is one of my favorite films of all time, and easily my favorite film of 1994. But aside from that and 1990′s La Femme Nikita, I find Besson wholly intolerable. His movies tend toward obnxious, incomprehensible, overwhelming, anxiety-inducing horse shit. And while many people are happy to agree with me, it seems no one outside of myself is willing to slaughter the sacred cow that is The Fifth Element. Some see a sci-fi fantasy classic, I proffer that it’s a grotesque panacea of ADHD, loud noises and cringey acting. To Besson’s credit, most of the time his films don’t take themselves seriously, and that’s fine. But The Fifth Element is the first film in my memory where I felt literally assaulted and invaded by the unfettered gaudy head-spinning madness of big, loud, overwhelming movies. My level of general calmness could be compared to a that of a frightened rabbit with combat shock, so I try to be cognizant that this dislike has less to do with objective quality and more to do with my personal preferences and tolerance levels. Let’s be real- I’m a person with severe, crippling anxiety. Headache cinema is not made for me.

That being said, I saw the trailers for Valerian and the City of a Thousand Planets, and I immediately started getting Vietnam flashbacks of Chris Tucker in a wig and leopard print jumping out of my television and screaming into my face. My significant other has a much more relaxed attitude toward these things and a seemingly endless well of patience for Luc Besson, so I had a feeling I was going to end up seeing this film in theaters and I started mentally preparing for it. And I’m really glad that I did all that emotional gestation, because I found Valerian to be surprisingly tolerable, aside from being a chaotic discombobulation of ideas that all generally have the potential to be good but fail because Luc Besson must have the attention span of a squirrel. And squirrels plant trees because they literally can’t remember where they’ve left their nuts. I couldn’t dream of a better summation of why Luc Besson turns nearly everything he touches into abject shit.

Valerian is essentially a very straight-forward narrative about a couple of federal agents (?) in space (???) who uncover a conspiracy involving a group of displaced aliens. They spend the film unraveling a mystery surrounding an enigmatic void in the middle of a space ship (?) or man-made planet (???) that contains thousands of different species from throughout the universe that live in surprising harmony. The alien refugees and the void on the ship or planet are related, you will later find.

That’s basically it. It’s a simple storyline with simple elements like “war is bad” and “the powerful oppress the powerless” and “love is universal and always wins.” If you dig down past all of the color and noise and distraction, that’s the basic bedrock. I think I was expecting this movie to be a convoluted mess, and to a great extent it absolutely was. But I wouldn’t say that the story was the weakest part of the film.

What did some substantial damage was the acting and dialog. The two leads had no chemistry and the actor playing the title character (Dane DeHaan) had a stunning drought of charisma. I think that his opposite, Cara Delevingne, has the potential to be a fun leading lady, but she never had a chance in this movie. The love angle was hackneyed and totally unnecessary to the point that the film would have fared much better if Valerian and Laureline were friends instead of a ~~will they or won’t they???~~ couple. I thought it was insulting to my sensibilities, and that sucks since the romance thing was such an ingrained aspect of the movie. I couldn’t tell if they were even in a relationship with each other or if Valerian had puppy love and Laureline has simply spent their entire careers fighting off his advances only to reluctantly agree to marry him after the film’s climax. This film could have really used a competent screen writer. I think I even could have lived with some of the eye-rollingly dumb but baseline-acceptable dialog you hear in Disney’s© Marvel™ Avengers Part 2: Electric Boogaloo. The villain (played by Clive Owen) was such a stupid caricature of literally everything that is wrong with Bad Guys in major American cinema- instantly hate-able, predictable, no angle or point of sympathy, stupid rationale for his actions-type of shit. And what’s really frustrating is that the Owen’s villain had a completely rational and utilitarian motive for his actions. But that gets torpedoed by the giant flashing neon signs that say “HE’S THE BAD GUY” and “EVIL PIECE OF SHIT” hanging over his head in every scene he’s featured in. It absolutely felt like the characters were totally empty and needed to be reworked from the ground up. I even thought Rihanna’s character had more depth than either Valerian or Laureline. Valerian’s a by-the-books soldier with a heart of gold? Could have fooled me! Laureline’s a toughgirl with a penchant for violent overreaction but still maintains a balanced moral compass? Hard to see through the horse shit nonsense they wrote for her. Character development and the script were both a total, unmitigated disaster.

Another thing that I think the film failed at was building tension. Everything felt a little too whimsical and inconsequential. In the beginning, a bus full of mercenaries (?) is attacked by a violent hexapedal alien and Valerian and Laureline watch all of them die savagely with nothing more than a smirking “glad we made it outta that scrape!” reaction. It never really feels like they’re in any danger or that there’s any emotional peak or valley for the characters, with maybe a single, small exception. You watch a lot of people get shot to death and even a head get blown clean off and another cut right in half, but it all seems so cartoonish and trivial that you can’t help but feel like nothing really matters and it’s all just a low-stakes video game.

But I don’t want to give you the impression that this movie is a complete trainwreck (it tries, believe me). There were things that I liked and appreciated. The visuals and alien designs were inventive and there was never really a moment where you couldn’t get lost in the scene. It kind of felt like Rick and Morty without the nihilism and good writing. Everything was very colorful, the universe felt very inhabited. Around halfway through, Valerian and Laureline have an almost brilliant run in with a species of giant food-obsessed frogs (I actually went through the trouble of looking it up; they’re called Boulan-Bathors) and I found the whole scenario to be kind of charming and cute. I didn’t really mind Rihanna’s cameo. The refugee aliens, the Pearls, were cool and appealing in the same translucent way as the Engineers of Prometheus. While I definitely felt some Avatar vibes, the whole opalescent, iridescent aesthetic was visually pleasing and I really liked the semi-androgynous thing they had going on.

I think the strongest part of this film is the first several minutes that lays out Earth’s journey into space. It was beautiful and touching and enough to make you feel really depressed about the state of our space exploration programs and the hopelessness and polarization of our world affairs. I would liked to have seen more of a thematic connection to the introduction because it felt extremely dissonant with the rest of the movie, which, by comparison, is hard to feel particularly emotional about. If you’re not planning on seeing Valerian, I would at least recommend watching the first few minutes. If the movie had come full circle to it, you can see how it could have been brilliant.

Overall, Valerian is kind of a giant mess, and by all means I should have absolutely hated it, because it is textbook headache cinema. I think that there was a wide dearth of missed opportunities with the material, and with a more competent screenwriter, a better cast, and maybe someone else in the director’s seat, we’d be talking about a viable start to a franchise. But too often Valerian ties its own shoelaces together and eats shit and expects us to be engrossed and entertained. The relationship between Valerian and Laureline- both as a friendship, coworkership and romance- either needed to be reengineered from the ground up or scrapped entirely. I think Dane DeHaan was totally wrong for the part of Valerian and I could see this movie succeeding in more ways had someone with more charisma been the leading man. Valerian desperately needed some tension, and the total absence of crisis or consequence left an unbridgeable emotional void. It’s beautiful- but it’s a mess, and that seems to be Luc Besson’s calling card. I doubt we’ll ever see another Léon, but if Besson’s next film is as much of an improvement on Valerian as Valerian was on Lucy, then we might have the potential to see something really special. And maybe in five to eight years when everyone has forgotten about this spectacle, we’ll get a decent reboot for the Valerian material.

★ ★ ½

#valerian #luc besson #the fifth element #cara delevingne #dane dehaan #clive owen #movies #movie reviews

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todoiidoriya · 5 years

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#my father literally doesn't know how old I am #i realized this a few days ago but damn if it isn't still fucking me up #he had to confirm with my mom before he sent something #like bitch... do the math #unless you don't remember my fucking birthday either #ugly ass piece of shit #cursing #vent #delete later #daddy issues part 2 electric boogaloo

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turtelyartsome · 6 years

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about me! (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) [part 1]

1. What is your middle name?

▪Vladimirovna!

2. How old are you?

▪17

3. What is your birthday?

▪May 2nd

4. What is your zodiac sign?

▪Taurus! <( ఠൠఠ )>

5. What is your favorite color?

▪Green!

6. What's your lucky number?

▪the number of this question ;-)

7. Do you have any pets?

▪two perfect little kitties

8. Where are you from?

▪'murica

9. How tall are you?

▪a short 5 ft gremlin

10. What shoe size are you?

▪to be honest i don't remember

11. How many pairs of shoes do you own?

▪i guess like, 6

12. What was your last dream about?

▪i saved a friend from dying and that was tense yowch

13. What talents do you have?

▪drawing i guess

14. Are you psychic in any way?

▪i've definitely had my moments

15. Favorite song?

▪TOO MANY!

16. Favorite movie?

▪TOO MANY! (part 2)

17. Who would be your ideal partner?

▪i... don't know.

18. Do you want children?

▪i... dont know (electric boogaloo)

19. Do you want a church wedding?

▪i haven't even been in a relationship yet

20. Are you religious?

▪eh? not really

21. Have you ever been to the hospital?

▪ya and i surprisingly liked it

22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law?

▪nah i always try to be a good noodle

23. Have you ever met any celebrities?

▪ah.. i wish

24. Baths or showers?

▪depends on the mood honestly

25. What color socks are you wearing?

▪fluffy grey socks

26. Have you ever been famous?

▪nah, i lay low

27. Would you like to be a big celebrity?

▪i'm not sure... it seems too stressful

28. What type of music do you like?

▪i have many selections of music taste

29. Have you ever been skinny dipping?

▪nah but i wanna try

30. How many pillows do you sleep with?

▪too many

31. What position do you usually sleep in?

▪bundled up in a fetal position

32. How big is your house?

▪eh, it's considerably small

33. What do you typically have for breakfast?

▪i pretty much never eat breakfast

34. Have you ever fired a gun?

▪like, a paintball gun

35. Have you ever tried archery?

▪ya and i wanna do it again

36. Favorite clean word?

▪heck

37. Favorite swear word?

▪frick

38. What's the longest you've ever gone without sleep?

▪like, from 10pm to 7am and that's it

39. Do you have any scars?

▪too many. i 'unno where they're coming from

40. Have you ever had a secret admirer?

▪like maybe, once? but they quickly left l o l

41. Are you a good liar?

▪yes (i'm lying, it actually really depends, i don't usually ever lie unless absolutely needed)

42. Are you a good judge of character?

▪i... don't know. you'd have to ask my friends

43. Can you do any other accents other than your own?

▪nah, i suck

44. Do you have a strong accent?

▪...it depends???? i cant pronounce some stuffs so

45. What is your favorite accent?

▪honestly, all are fun

46. What is your personality type?

▪ISFJ

47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing?

▪a big ol' winter coat >:3c

48. Can you curl your tongue?

▪ya

49. Are you an innie or an outie?

▪...which one? cause i'm innie on both ;^) lmao sorry

#about me

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smolbeanlovemachine · 7 years

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About me 2,electric boogaloo

tagged by @loutatouille!! tyvm

LAST… [1] drink: besides water, some orange soda thingy majiggy [2] phone call: mum [3] text message: “sry” [4] song you listened to: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yoT-5nO4JJY :> im a huge w e e b im sry [5] time you cried: yesterday lmao

HAVE YOU EVER… [6] dated someone twice: i haven’t even dated once [7] been cheated on: nah [8] kissed someone and regretted it: not even a first kiss yet [9] lost someone special: not that i remember, but probably [10] been depressed: honey i probably am today [11] gotten drunk and thrown up: i never drank, ,, yet

LIST 3 FAVOURITE COLOURS: [12] red! [13] green!! [14] purple!!!

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU… [15] made new friends: yis [16] fallen out of love: tbh im conflicted with my emotions so idek but i mean i guess [17] laughed until you cried: haha yea and it doesnt even take long [18] found out someone was talking about you: not that i know of *squint* [19] met someone who changed you: yis yis yis defs and i luv them [20] found out who your true friends are: ya, my man [21] kissed someone on your facebook list: nah my dude, i dont even use it anymore

GENERAL… [22] how many of your tumblr friends do you know in real life: three! [23] do you have any pets: not at the moment, but i did have 2 cats overall and a small ham boy who sadly got old n died :( [24] do you want to change your name: not rly no [25] what did you do for your last birthday: went to arden!! i got very much many merch i cried [26] what time did you wake up: at like 5 but fell asleep at like 10 but i still felt exhausted hhh [27] what were you doing at midnight last night: not last night, but another night was mmm watching a lot of videos! [28] name something you cannot wait for: part-time job, get my own money, finish school, move out with buddies, uni, become as nurse, etc [29] when was the last time you saw your mother: she’s right here w/ me [30] what is one thing you wish you could change about your life: maybe, i couldve become more confident :( [31] what are you listening to right now: the link from before lmfao it makes me saaaad [32] have you ever talked to a person named tom: yes but sadly he became an asshole rip [33] something that is getting on your nerves: myself and noise,, nOISE and also a sibling’s constant bs >:( [35] elementary: take me back i wasnt so sad that time pls [36] high school: stress [37] college: i wanna skip and go straight to uni :> [38] hair colour: someone described it as caramel so i mean [39] long or short hair: short! [40] do you have a crush on someone: maaaan idek my emotions are so conflicted i dont trust ‘em [41] what do you like about yourself?: hhhahahahahahah i guess my young appearance [42] piercings: soon [43] blood type: ive had my blood taken so many times and i still dont know [44] nickname: im usually called ‘turtle’ and i like it and am used to it pls [45] relationship status: i am single and 2 shy [46] zodiac sign: taurus! [47] pronouns: female, yis [48] fav tv show: currently x-files but also attack on titan i know thats an anime but sh its been 4 years its coming back to me [49] tattoos: i want one, like, bad  [50] right or left handed: right!

FIRST… [51] surgery: i guess like on the scalp a lil, but that was YEARS ago [52] piercing: not yet! but soon [53] best friend: i dont wanna give names but im comfy with them and i luv ‘em [54] sport: hockey! [55] vacation: snow! [56] pair of trainers: i dont like shoes

RIGHT NOW… [57] eating: i ate a piece of chicken [58] drinking: water, this mouth is d r y [59] i’m about to: stay here lol [60] listening to: a 70s remix of Redbone [61] waiting for: the week to end to get the first job bois [62] want: t o d i e i just wanna sorta sleep yknow [63] get married: im not sure quite yet tbh [64] career: i just doodle i dont got much to do

WHICH IS BETTER… [65] hugs or kisses: both! i crave affection tbh but space is important ofc [66] lips or eyes: eyes!! sign me th- [67] shorter or taller: tall!! carry me, luv [68] older or younger: older a lil! but 1 or 2 years younger i wouldnt mind [69] romantic or spontaneous: both!!! [70] nice arms or nice stomach: does it matter?

[71] sensitive or loud: well, we can be both at times ourselves so idc [72] hook up or relationship: relationship!! pls, i want something real [73] troublemaker or hesitant: i, i dont know!

HAVE YOU EVER… [74] kissed a stranger? nope [75] drank hard liquor? not yet [76] lost glasses/contact lenses? honey you have no idea its been sucked into someone’s arse at times i swear [77] turned someone down: yeah, but i dont regret it they deserved it for the trash they are as a person :) [78] sex on first date? no no i want some connection at first pls [79] broken someone’s heart? not that i know of but i hope not :( [80] had your own heart broken? honey [81] been arrested? nope [82] cried when someone died? ya but like once, but mostly in media lmao [83] fallen for a friend: ya!! 3 times gosh but at least those are the only crushes i have had

DO YOU BELIEVE IN… [84] yourself? i could if i tried :) [85] miracles? miracles are just big coincidences [86] love at first sight? N O [87] santa claus? nah [88] kiss on the first date? im not sure about that idea no :( [89] angels? idk, maybe

OTHER… [90] current best friend’s name: hnn its 3 ppl [91] eye colour: like, darker green in dimmer places, but a v light color in sunlight?? [92] favorite movie: aaa dont make me decide

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