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s0dium · 2 years

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Tattoos

Tattoo artist!Geto x Reader

A/n: Idk ive been pretty depressed thinking about sad Gojo and Shoko since their best friend left so I wanted to make this as ‘fluffy/crack like’ in the beginning because I love their friendship. Also with so much tattoo artist geto out there I decided to make a fic! It was mainly inspired by this beautiful piece of work right I found but I forgot the account name 😭

Warning: College AU, tattoos, oral (fem receiving), public sex, fingering, squirting, begging, pet names

Synopsis: In which your friends convince you to get a tattoo.

Word count: 4.1k

“Come onnnn y/n get a tattoo with us”

Haibara pleads where incessant, even moving forward to clasp your hand in both of his and looking at you with wide eyes.

“Yeah it will be fun, your only young for a bit anyways, might as well do something impulsive” Said Shoko, shrugging as she took a swig of beer from one of the many bottles scattered across the floor you were all sitting on.

“I cant believe you out of all people are for this idea” You said as you looked at your room mate Shoko in disbelief.

“Well she's gonna die from lung cancer soon anyways, viva la vida.” Chuckled Gojo earning a potato chip to be thrown at him.

You weren't exactly the impulsive kind, and even though a decent amount of alcohol was pumping through your veins, the voice of reason in your head was still strong. You look down at your hand which was still in-between Haibara’s and pulled it away, shaking your head.

“Nope, no way.”

All three of your friends groan in unison.

“Aw come on y/n cant you squeeze out the stick up your ass just for a day?” Gojo whines and your about to go off on the man before Shoko speaks up

“Geto’s gonna be doing the tattoos, he said he’ll give us a discount.”

You pursed your lips and shot a death glare to your room mate. Damn, she knew your weak point all to well. Everyone and their fucking moms knew about your massive crush on a specific raven hair man in your friend group. And it wasn't like your affection was completely unreciprocated. Like how he’d give you his coat when you were cold, stay behind to talk to you while the rest of the group walked ahead, or even wink at you from across the room. But it never went pass that, teetering on the edge of something else but never quite making it.

The room was envolped in a silence as everyone intently stared at you, waiting for your response.

You let out a sigh and threw up your hands.

“For fucks sake, FINE! I’ll do it.”

“Lets gooooo!” Yelled Gojo, high-fiving haibara like they just fond the cure for cancer.

“But to make it clear, im not doing this because Getos gonna be there.”

“Oh yeah sureeeeee and Gojo opens up his ass cheeks to let the water in when he takes a shower.” Shoko rolls her eyes and leans over to grab a pack of cigarettes laying on the floor.

“The fuck does that mean? My ass is spanking clean for your information.”

“Not true, when ever you bend over I can smell the fumes wafting in my nose, I thought I was going to die once when you bent over to pick up a pencil.” Haibara pinches his nose and waves his hand, making Gojo lunge at him. You and Shoko were hunched over in laughter, desperately trying to catch your breath.

“LIES, IVE HAD MANY WOMEN TELL ME I HAVE A LOVLEY ASS”

The night air is cool against your skin, not so cold that its biting into you but instead immersing your warm body in refreshing waves. Despite it being night the cityscape was a constellation of LED lights and signs; lighting up the streets of Tokyo in a colorful array of hues.

“I bet Gojo will tap out first, right y/n?”

Your brought back to reality when Shoko links her arm up with yours and pulls you close while the four of you walk to the tattoo shop.

“Oh please im a god, im like the second coming of Jesus Christ for fucks sake I DONT FEEL MORTAL PAINNNNNNN!”Gojo yelled on the top of his voice into the night sky. Though there was few, the people walking past gave strange looks making you roll your eyes at Gojos intoxicated state.

“OH YEAH? Then take a poop in front of us!” Haribara demanded with just as much vigor to match Gojo’s proclamation.

“And turn that poop into wine!” You added through a loud grin.

“TURN THAT POOP INTO WINE TURN THAT POOP INTO WINE” You and Haribara chant on repeat, making Gojo flip the two of you off. Your so into it that you don’t even realize your at the shop and Haribara had stopped chanting.

“TURN THAT POOP INTO-……..oh.” Your face flushed a deep red when you felt all eyes on you and you harshly bit your lip.

“Yikes that’s embarrassing, for you.” Gojo snickered and you elbowed him in the side making him bend over dramatically in pain.

“Damn y’all dont know how to be quiet do you?”

You sucked in your breath when your eyes met the owner of the voice who stepped out from a curtain, and you couldn’t help but take in his appearance. Getos raven hair was tied in a messy bun, a singular lock of bangs falling over his eye brow piercing. He was wearing a black wife beater and black sweatpants, showing the multitude of traditional Japanese tattoos that covered his arms in a uniform sleeve. You could see how people mistook him for yakuza, his massive muscular body that towered over anyone with the added addition of tattoos made him look very menacing depending on how you took him.

He must’ve caught you staring because a shit eating grin spreads across his face.

“Hey y/n.”

“oh... hey?” You wave your hand at Geto, a stupid girlish grin on your face and in that moment you wanted to fucking punch your self from how absolutely dumb you sounded.

Getos attentions diverted to his side where two girls open the curtain and walked out. They were dressed in tight clothing, fabric hugging their curves and an intense amount of cleavage on display. It made you slightly concious of what you were wearing; a large grey sweatshirt and a short black skirt with black leggings. A pang of jealously courses through you but you quickly remind you self that they were obviously just clients.

“You two ladies are done, thank you for coming here.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to take a break and come drink with us? It’s too late to be working any way.” One of the girl pouts and touches his forearm, but geto quickly steps away and responds with a bright smile.

“Sorry ladies but I got new clients at more door step, duty calls.”

The girls huff and walk away, the door ringing as they leave the store.

“God damn maybe I should become a tattoo artist.” Gojo mumbles just loud enough so you could all hear and you roll your eyes.

“Don’t you get enough chicks?” Shoke moved to reach into her pocket to light the cigarette that dangled in between her lips.

“Nope. Never enough bitches.”

“Man whore” Haribara says in between a loud cough.

While the three of them shot remarks at each other you took the time to fully take in the studio. It was relatively big, with different parts along the side being sectioned off by curtains. The walls were plastered with rock posters and tattoo designs ranging from eccentric skulls too beutiful realism of geishas. The room smelled of intense cigarette smoke and weed, and loud music played from a speaker located somewhere.

A lamenated binder that sat on top of the glass counter caught your eye and you walk toward it, flipping through the content which were numerous amounts of tattoo designs.

“You see any you like?”

You slightly jump at Getos voice and look up to see he was leaning over the counter, face inches away from yours.

“I-uh, I don’t know, I want something simple probably, I’m no good with pain.” You stutter out.

“How about this then.” Geto points to something in the book and your eyes follow your his finger. It’s a small cherry blossom branch, the flowers are colored in a pastel pink and the lines are relatively thin.

“Oh wow yeah” you nod “that’s perfect.”

“Great, where do you want it?”

“Where’s the least painful place?”

“The ass” Geto deadpans and you choke.

“Seriously?”

“Nah I’m fucking with you, as much fun as that would be for me though.” Getos lazy grin has your brain running laps and you genuinely don’t know if he is joking or not about the last part. “In all seriousness I recommend the thigh, it’s easy to cover and all the fat surrounding the muscle makes it relatively painless.”

You nod, taking a second to contimplate before responding. “Ok then, thigh it is.”

Getos grin widens and you think you catch something glimmer in his black fox eyes, like he just caught you in a trap or something.

“Great, come with me.” Geto walks out of the counter and beckons you to follow him into the curtained room, but before you do a voice stops you both.

“Hey what about us?” Gojo yells while holding a struggling Haribara in a head lock.

“Sukuna and todou can take care of you guys, they should be almost done.” Geto gestures to the other curtains.

“You mean the Yujis brother with the face tats? Oh HELL NO he hates me! He keeps challenging me to a fight!”

“I’d be happy to do Satorus tattoo.” Says a deep voice that emerged from the curtains. You had seen Sukuna a couple times, and of course heard Gojo complain about him too. He was a big guy, similar build to Geto with interesting black tattoos along his forehead jawline and face. There where rumors that they weren’t actually tattoos but instead birth marks and you didn’t doubt that, something about them seemed too natural.

“Great, come on y/n” Geto hovers his hand over the small of your back, slightly pushing you past the curtains and into the room.

In front of you was a long black tattoo chair with enough room to put up your legs and a smaller chair on the side which was surly were the tattoo artist sat. Next to that chair was a small table which held the tattoo gun and an array of ink bottles.

“You can strip for me angel.” Geto said non chalantly.

“W-What?” You whipped around to face him, face engulfed in a flush red at the suggestion.

“You know, take off your leggings, can’t do the tattoo over clothes. I’m gonna print out the stencil while you do that, give you some privacy.”

Your mouth formed to shape a silent “oh” and you nodded, your embarrassment somehow doubled now.

“I’ll be back in a sec lemme just print out the stencil. I’ll give you some privacy”

You nod and as you watch him open the curtain to leave your ears perk up when you hear Geto mumble something barley loud enough for you to hear.

“Dirty girl.”

It takes a couple seconds to register what you just heard or if you even heard right, and before you could say something Getos already gone, leaving you completely speechless.

“You ready y/n? Can I come in?”

Your bit your lip before responding, fiddling with the edge of your black skirt. There was a reason why you wore leggings under your skirt, what made you regret choosing the tattoo on your thigh. Because your skirt was short, really short. It barley covered the pastel pink panties you were wearing and if you looked from behind you could just see the crease from where the fat of your ass hung over your thigh.

“Yeah you can come in Geto.”

You watched as the curtain parted and Geto walked in, holding a piece of transfer paper with your design. He glances at you, quickly looking up and down before situating him self on the stool next to the tattoo chair.

“You can sit down.” Geto gestures to the seat.

There's a slight pang in your heart from how he barley pays any mind to you, like your panties weren't basically on display. But you quickly dismiss it.

Right he probably sees stuff like this everyday. He’s a professional, not someone who’d drool over you.

You scurry over to the chair, sitting so half of your body is laying flat while your upper body sat up right, head resting against the cushion. You let out a small squeal when you felt a cold cotton ball of alcohol run over your skin, and you watched as Geto laid the stencil on your upper thigh, peeling it off to reveal the design. The next couple moments of him preparing the tattoo gun pass by in a blur and you can feel your chest tighten up from the barrels of adrenaline that were currently building up through your body with every passing moment.

“You ready y/n?”

You feel a gloved hand on your thigh and you look up to see Geto staring at you intently, waiting for your answer.

You gulp and nod. “Yeah just... dont fuck this up, or I'll kill you.” A strangled chuckle escapes your lips to mask your shaking nerves.

“Dont worry sweet heart” A reassuring grin spreads across Getos lips “im quite good at my job.”

Your stupid ‘Geto-obsessed’ brain is too hung up on the pet name he just called you to register the buzz of the tattoo machine until you feel a slightly painful prickling sensation on your thigh.

“Oh, shi-” You immediately bite your lip to contain your squeal making Geto chuckle, his eyes continuing to stay trained on your skin.

“Not good with pain are we?”

“Depends on the situation.” You quickly retort, mind reeling when you realize the implications of what you just said.

“Oh? Is that so. Well dont worry, if it hurts too much after, I’ll kiss it better.” A smirk spreads across Getos features and his thumb on the hand that's holding your thigh starts to stroke your skin, making something sickly sweet pool in your stomach.

Oh no.

Your mind immediately goes blank when you feel something warm excrete from your pussy.

Were you getting off too this?

With the way your skirt was hiked up, you were praying that Geto couldnt see the small damp spot on your underwear, especially since the position he was in would make it extremely easy too.

“Almost done, just have to do the color. Hang in there ok?”

You nod, your brain trying to find something to distract you from the feeling in your core and the tiny bee stings on your thigh.

Your eyes land on the person in front of you, and its then you choose to take in Geto, like really take in geto. How his thin eye brows furrow from concentration or the way his fox like eyes remain trained on you, even to his black hair which was tied in a loose bun. Its then you realize just how utterly handsome Geto is. Sure you’ve been around handsome men before, as much you hate to admit it Gojo is a prime example. But there is something different about Geto that sets him apart from men like Gojo, like how his sharp features gives an air of mystery around him. Something that you cant quite put your finger on but what Geto exudes.

“I can feel you staring you know.”

Your eyes immediately go wide and you quickly look away, your face flushed from embarrassment.

“Ah sorry.” You mumble. Maybe you should keep a count of how many time you could embarrass your self in one day, that would be fun.

“Nah, dont be.”

There's a silence, the buzz of the tattoo gun emanating through the room before Geto speaks up again.

“So what did you think?”

“Of what?”

“Me.”

You check Getos features to see if there is any hint of a joke or playfulness but his face remains concentrated on your skin.

“Oh well uh,” You clear your throat, racking your brain for what would be the best answer to satisfy the man in front of you. “Well your very.... pretty.”

Geto lets out a sudden laugh “Really? I though I was the handsome one and Gojo was the pretty one. Besides that's what im supposed to say to you pretty girl.”

“You treat all your costumers like this?” You say with hesitance, apprehensive to what the answer might be.

“Nah, only the ones I find cute.”

Your mouth is moving too fast for your brain at this point.

“And are there a lot of those?”

Geto grins, sets the tattoo gun down and finally looks up at you, making your heart practically stop.

“Just you right now pretty girl. And im done by the way.”

There's a silence, just the two of you looking at each other, waiting for the others next move.

Screw it.

“It hurts too much.”

“Oh? It does?” His voice is dripping with playfulness and he sits up, taking his black rubber gloves off but not once breaking eye contact with you.

“A-a-and you said-” The shakiness in your voice surprises you, but Geto quickly cuts you off saving you the embarrassment of repeating his words.

“I know what I said angel.”

“So please-”

He's towering over you now, putting his hand under your face to slightly tilt it upward.

“On it.”

Before you can form a thought, a pair of warm lips immediately clash with yours a fit of passion. His first taste of you is hungry and messy and desperate — his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth. Little whines escape your mouth but Geto hungrily swallows them up, a hand coming behind your head to press you closer. You are so eager to abide by him, lapping at his tongue with yours and tracing over his straight teeth.

“W-w-we should go Geto” You say in between breaths before being pulled back into a brain melting kiss. You jump when you feel two fingers tracing over your panties and your once again reminded of the sticky substance dripping out of you.

“Not when we haven't taken care of your problem yet, cant leave you high and dry baby.” Geto smiles at how you weakly nod, knowing the exact words to say to make you puddy in his hands. Slowly he pushed you till your legs are dangling at the edge of the tattoo chair. Then he kneels on the floor, pulling down your frilly pink panties and hoisting your legs over his shoulder so he is face to face with your cunt. Getos hot breath against you makes you shiver and when you realize just exactly where you are, how just a measly curtain is preventing all of your friends from seeing you in this compromising position, you try to shimmy away, but Getos strong hands on your legs glue you in place.

“Geto I-”

“Shhhh baby ill be quick I promise, just stay quiet ok?”

And your about to respond when you feel Getos warm tongue flatten against your clit and swipe up, making you slam a hand over your mouth to muffle your moans. He eats out your pussy like a staved man, tongue licking over every crevice and suckling greedily on your clit. He sinks his thumbs into your cunt and spreads, watch your folds drip with slick and your hole tighten before his eyes before diving right back in. Two fingers easily glide knuckles deep into your hole and curling deliciously to tap against your g spot.

You immediately clamped down around his fingers due to the sudden intrusion. Your hips trying to get away from the surge of pleasure.

"Ah ah ah. Don't run away." He whispers, a sadistic grin plaster on Getos face.”Be a good girl and take it.” A hand flies down to hold his arm but it was hardly to pull him away, no this was just you needing to feel any part of him under your fingers. Geto grins as he returns to delicately sucking your clit and rolling the bud with his tongue while two fingers bully into you.

Soon a new type of feeling presses down on you, completely different from all the times you’ve touched your self. It has your body tickling with tingles of ecstasy like every energy core in your body was suddenly ignited.

“Mmm f-feels weird Geto I dont-” You quietly try to warn the man in between you but a particularly harsh thrust of his fingers into you as you harshly biting your lip to quiet your moans.

“You gonna cum baby? Cum for me.”

Your feet are kicking against Getos back as you try to fight the rising tide, the deep-seated dismay that comes with the very thought of him making you cum when your friends where so close making your stomach twist.

Soon the tension pressing against your core is too much, it has your writhing against Getos tongue until you finally fall, releasing a spray of liquid all over Getos face. He continues to lap up your juices, groaning into your pussy and mumbling something about how good you taste.

When he finally pulls away, your left panting, a silver line of drool slipping past your lips and onto the leather chair. Your too lost in the after haze of your intense orgasm to realize that Geto had started to pull down his sweat pants until your eyes catch his dick spring out.

Its large, really large, your imagination doing no justice to it at all, winning in both girth in length the word impressive barley covered it.

“Ah n-no we cant you said...” You protest meekly but Geto quickly cuts you off by pressing the mushroom tip against your fluttering cunny.

“I know what I said angel, but you look so pretty right now, just cant help my self.” He lets out a deep groan when he slips into your tight hole down to his balls, and your whole body jumping at the feeling of being so helplessly full.

“G-geto~!”

Every vein on his cock dragged against your velvety walls, catching on your entrance as he pulled back before thrusting back in. his thrusts were deep, the tip of his cock reaching spots you could only dream of hitting with your fingers. His eyes caught how good you take him - the fat of his head have a hard time popping out with how greedy your cunny is being

"You are really .. a piece of work." There were veins popping on his temple as his cynical grin broaden before he pinned your body on top of the long chair and thrusting into you. Its all so overwhelming, the heat of his body, how the tip of his dick presses deliciously against your cervix of his breath in your ear. It has you a moaning mess, whining loudly about how good you felt, your worries of people catching the two of you becoming fleeting thoughts. Every time you tighten a surge of pleasure courses through your body.

“f-fuck– that’s fucking good.” he says between grunts. “You’re such a good girl, Y/N, my perfect good girl,”

“So good- don’t stop, please don’t stop!” your babbling strung out of your lips without much of a thought other than how good he was fucking you, his thick cock driving in and out of your velvet walls. It was as if you were made for each other, your cunt sucking him in with each push and shove that hit at just the right spots.

“Not gonna stop till I fill you up-fuck, cum for me baby I know your close”

The heat on your stomach is unbearable, you can’t take it anymore, it’s consuming you, driving you over the edge so fast that you can’t put a stop on it. Geto muffles your screams with a kiss, your pussy tightening so hard around him that he nearly has to stop his thrusts.

“M’want your cum p-please.” You say as you pull back from the kiss, electing a loud groan from Geto.

“Fuck s-sweet heart.”

Your words make him chase his high with with renewed vigor until he feels his own release approach on him. His thrusts became sloppy, his hips stuttering before he stilled his hips flush against your pussy. His grip tightened significantly, a loud moan of your name slipping from his lips as his own orgasm washed over him. Geto cums in you, strings and strings of hot cum filling you up as he held you in his arms. It made your body shake, his load weighing at your stomach.

“Fuck,” you pant, needily searching for his mouth with yours, letting yourself melt against his body as you kiss him lazily, your tongue sleepily twining with his.

“HEY YOU TWO DONE BONING IN THERE? CAN WE LEAVE?” Gojos voice yells from the over side of the curtain making you and Geto groan.

A/n: Im too lazy to write an ending

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maybe-your-left · 3 years

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Happy Valentine's Weekend my dear! I'd love a gift from Matty or maybe Rick if you think he needs some love. Favorite Color is purple 💜 random fact is that I can read really fast and nonstop if I'm not directed. One time I had nothing to do sand I read a whole like 500 page book before dinner because I lost track of time lol and Dave flower is really anything except lilies.

And of you would offer a crumb on these questions from the detailed hc list. For whomever you want really.

What recharges them when they’re feeling drained?

How do they see themselves 5 years from today?

Love you 💖

herro claire 🥰

happy valentines!

Lets GOOOOO MATT AND RICK 🦋🍃

Matty Boy -

Claire.... for Valentines Matt would want to lavish you with attention. He knows that on your birthdays or holidays that your friends and family all shower you with the generic book and a gift card. But you are his precious baby princess, Matt is sure to get you some lovely lavender scented soaps for a nice candlelight bath. Complete with your favorite snack foods and drink for when you’re soaking in the bubbles. He wants to make sure you feel pampered, along with a large bouquet of wild flowers, complete with different hues of purple and pink.

He would make you both a beautiful dinner, both of you in matching robes (embroidered and in a deep plum hue). Theres no use dressing up-Matt will have you for dessert anyway.

What recharges him when he’s feeling drained?

Matt spends all day looking at computers and screens, all he really wants at the end of the day is to snuggle up on the couch with a book. Perhaps a crossword, or even go for a nice walk. Something that will help him distance himself from his stressful workday.

How do they see themselves 5 years from today?

Five years from now... Matt hopes to be in a stable home, away from the city but not so far out he feels marooned. A few cats crawling around the home and a loving partner by his side.

Oh and he wants a Tesla.

Ricky Rick -

Claire.... for Valentines Rick is taking you on an adventure! Be sure to pack an overnight bag because the two of you are going ‘glamping’ in a Yurt! Surrounded by the Rocky Mountains and ever growing spring flowers. He wants to be sure the two of you have a one of a kind trip, since he’s gone so much with work.

Rick made sure to order you a nice fleece blanket, in light purple, a coloring book with some new pencils in case youre feeling creative, and your favorite book so you both can read side by side. He likes holding your hand while you stare at the page. But you never let him take a picture of it!

Some sweet mountain flowers for you in the morning, along with a healthy morning hike before the two of you makeout like teenagers on a log.

Happy Valentines.

What recharges him when he’s feeling drained?

Hes constantly on the move, so when he wants to relax and recharge Rick likes to visit a local hotspring. Not only is it invigorating but the photo ops are to die for.

How do they see themselves 5 years from today?

Have visited every continent! And hopefully every wonder of the world by then, hes close but fingers crossed her gets there soon.

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love you claire

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purplesurveys · 4 years

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Gonna do a before and after of one of the first surveys I took when I was FOURTEEN. Fucking wild that I’ve been doing this for nearly a decade. Kinda my way of celebrating the fact that I’ve just been reunited with my old blog, which Tumblr has apparently changed the URL of. Baffled by the move but still stoked, and @a-zebra-is-a-striped-horse is absolutely the coolest person for being able to find it haha. Let’s gooooo 1. Are you registered to vote? No. I still have 3 years to go. < That’s so precious. I’ve been a voter for four years now. I registered the second I turned 18 and I remember being very excited to make it to the presidential elections because only a handful of people from my high school batch were 18 by the time of the elections. 2. When days go by, do you cross them off on the calendar? Only when I’m counting down for something. < This still sounds like something I would do, but I don’t really get to anymore because I have digital calendars on my phone and laptop now. 3. Are you currently counting down to something? If so, what? Summer vacation! 4 days left! < Again, so cute. There’s no countdown that exists because I honestly don’t know when it will be okay enough to go out like normal again, but I am waiting for Covid to go away or at least for a vaccine to be available.

No #4? 5. Ever got injured at work? What happened? Nope. < I sprained my ankle at one of the parking lots in school, while walking to my car. Worst thing was it happened in front of an ongoing rally, and I heard their chants slightly falter when they saw me fall. I tried to play it cool, but my foot clearly felt fucked and someone had to hold my arm as I hopped to my car.

6. What color is your roof? Brown. < Stop pretending like you have a roof, Robyn. The house has always had a rooftop.

7. Do you use MySpace or Facebook more? Neither. < I was still far too young when MySpace peaked so I never did get to participate in its glory days. I definitely use Facebook a lot more, then and now. 8. Last time you sharpened a pencil? When I took a diagnostic test last Monday. < Sometime in 2019 when I was still heavily into coloring and I bought several coloring books and a pack of coloring pencils. I loved coloring and wish I kept it up, but it was just a bit of a hassle for me to sharpen every ten minutes or so. 9. List all the people in your phone under T: Zero, zilch, nada. No phone. < A high school batchmade named Dani, a college colleague named Kate, and a couple of aunts and uncles whose contacts start with Tito and Tita. 10. How old were you when you got into text messaging? I once had a super obsessive text problem when I was 11, I think? < That would be the first time I got hooked with texting, but I got my first phone when I was 7 and was already texting by then. Mostly my parents and grandpa, but still. 11. Do you pay rent to your parents? No. < No. They’ve already told me they won’t pressure me to do so either, but out of gratefulness for taking care of me for 20+ years I have absolutely no problems covering some of the bills when the time comes. 12. What do you think of Obama’s new healthcare bill? I don’t know a lot about it. < Honestly, still same. That’s another country’s politics altogether and we have enough issues in our own nation as it is. I do pay attention to US issues that are more universal like LGBT issues, police brutality against black people, Trump as a person...but not the more in-depth ones like healthcare or student debt. 13. How many icons are on your desktop? 34. < Exactly half of that. 14. Do you spit or swallow? Get outta here!!! < Still can’t relate. 15. Ever wrote something on a bathroom wall? Nope. < Eugh no, public bathrooms are so nasty. I don’t usually touch anything in them other than the faucet. I’ve written on other things though, like the desks in school. 16. What’s your definition of a slut? Uh. < Someone who often has casual sex with a lot of people, is how I understand it. 17. If you use the word “slut”, do you apply it to men who do the same thing as what you listed above? Nah. < I don’t really use the word. 18. Do you dye eggs for Easter? I did once, in a children’s party. < Yeah, just that one time at my second cousins’ place when they were in the mood to paint on eggs and invited me and my siblings. 19. What did you do on the first day of spring? Never experienced spring. < We don’t have spring. 23. Are you currently crushing on anyone? No. < Yes. 24. What color hair did the last person you kissed have? NKSB. < LOOOOOOOOOL I spent like two minutes puzzling over this like who tf is NKSB??? Eventually realized this just meant ‘Never Kissed Since Birth’ oh my god 14 year old Robyn you were SO uncool. Anyway, her hair is black. 25. Do you stand up to say the pledge in school? We don’t have a school pledge, but we do recite our country’s pledge and yes, we stand up every time we say it. < Not anymore in university. Everyone just kinda does their own thing in college and we’re never gathered as one student body for anything, except for graduation. 26. Do you like your eye color? God no. It’s so boring. < I mean yeah it is a bit boring, but we kinda have no choice. Unless you go to West Asia which is nearing Europe as it is, nearly all Asians have brown eyes and black hair. 27. What brand of orange juice did you last drink? Zesto. < That’s the only brand of orange juice I’m okay with drinking, even eight years later. 28. Pens or pencils? Pens. < Still feel the same. 29. Last skirt you wore and why? My school skirt, because I have to go to school. < Omfg again, this is so precious. The last one I wore was my denim skirt, but it’s also been a while since I wore that because one of its buttons has since popped out and I never got around to having it fixed, leaving me with no skirts. 30. Last time you wore heels, what kind were they? A prom I went to. I actually have no idea what kind of heels they are so I’m just gonna say old-women heels. < They were stilettos, you dumbass. I also wore a pair of stilettos the last time I wore heels. They’re my favorite kind, so. 31. Shoes you wear the most? My Keds. < My pair of Onitsuka Tiger sneakers. . 32. Favorite quote at the moment? “YOU DUMB BITCH! I’M NOT HOLDING A MICROPHONE! ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID?” - CM Punk < Holy crap, I do not remember this quote at all and had to look it up on YouTube and – no regrets. Watching it made so many memories come rushing back lmao that clip is hilarious; Punk is the greatest. Right now I don’t really have a favorite quote. 33. What was the last magazine article you read about? I forgot. < It’s from the website version of the magazine, but the last article I read covered a viral Facebook post wherein someone had photoshopped the faces of The Big Bang Theory boys onto the traditional graduation photos of my university out of boredom. Article is here for anyone who wants to see how well the pictures turned out lol. 34. What do you think about communism? I don’t know enough about it. < I completely support the progressive youth orgs, especially the ones in my university, that are aligned with communist, socialist, and Marxist ideals. They speak the truth more than any other orgs, so I don’t shy away from defending them or promoting their ideals, especially on social media, even if it puts me in danger. 35. Are you planning on going to college? If so, which one? Of course. I want to study in Ateneo. < CAN WE CANCEL 14 YEAR OLD ROBYN?????? What a disappointment omg. You were always meant to be in UP, you weirdo. 22 year old me takes that appalling statement back lol I can’t even begin to imagine spending my college years in Ateneo. 36. What’s your favorite flower? Ugh I hate flowers. < Peonies and roses. 37. What’s the nearest beach? I think it’s like…600 km away + a 2 hour boat ride. < No it is not. There’s a beach I come back to in Nasugbu and that’s only 100 km away. 38. Ever been to Florida? Nope. < Still nope. 39. How old is your brother’s best friend? He’s probably 9 as my brother’s 9. < I don’t know if he has one and I don’t really care anymore. 40. What type of car did you ride in last? A Kia van. < Sksksksks this was referring to the school bus I used to ride omg :( I was last in our Vitara, when I had to go to the hospital to get some tests done back when I still had a pesky fever. 42. Are you excited for summer 2013? Fuck yeah. < I honestly don’t remember how it ultimately went, but apparently I was excited for it so that answers the question. 43. What class were your parents (ex. class of ‘75)? They’re the same age so batch ‘89. < There we go. 44. Are you in debt right now? For what? No. < Kinda-ish? I promised my sister I’d pay her for helping me out with iMovie (I wanted to make Gab a video for her birthday, but had never done it before), but I haven’t had the chance to do it since I only have big bills at the moment. She’s asking for ₱200 but I only have ₱1000s in my wallet, so I can’t pay her for now. 45. If you’re old enough, do you have a credit card? If you’re not old enough, do you want one when you’re older? I definitely want one. < Yep, still want one. Though I’ll need a crash course on how to use it because my parents never really taught me how cards work. 46. What color is your phone? No phone. < Apple calls it space gray but it’s really just black. 47. Have you ever had someone read a text message they weren’t supposed to see? Yes. < Yes. That person was me, and I accidentally read a text from my dad meant for only my mom when I was 5 because I had stubborn fingers that would click on anything. 48. What’s the minimum age you think someone should have a cell phone at? 10. < Holy cow, that’s a nope for me. I’d say 12 or 13. 49. Would you ever work night crew? Sure. < Yes. I’ve seen my girlfriend’s mom do it and honestly I find it pretty badass, especially because while everyone is stuck in traffic trying to get to work by 9 AM, she’s cruising down the highway on the opposite lane with no problem, to be home by 9 hahaha. 50. How old is the last person you texted? 41. < 22.

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Snail Mail

Author Note: Got myself a Sayo ship now.

Summary: And then Tsugumi started to play. More accurately, part of Sayo’s brain provided, the whole band was playing, but all she processed was the piano softly backing the guitar before harmonizing with the bass, coming up for a solo and wow Sayo realized she hadn’t moved her penlight in over thirty seconds.

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Sayo stood in the crowd, engulfed on all sides by other audience members. She managed to have one hand raised, proudly holding a yellow penlight up for all to see amongst a sea of pink. The band she came to see, Afterglow, was due to start playing in a couple minutes. All around her people chatted about how excited they were to hear Ran sing, but all Sayo could think about was the pianist who’d invited her to the show.

It happened about a week before the concert. Sayo didn’t often get mail. Her band mates used line live and regular text messages to communicate over distances, never requiring the physical sending of paper. What little mail Sayo did receive consisted primarily of coupons and spam, which Hina snapped up for some odd reason.

That changed when a letter came to the house. It was hand addressed to Hikawa Sayo with a return address she didn’t recognize and a small stamp in the upper right corner. When Sayo’s parents gave it to her out of the mail pile, she retreated to her room to open it before Hina could claim that it was hers instead.

Inside the envelope, there were two pieces of paper. One was standard sized printer paper, while the other was a small rectangle that appeared to be a ticket of some kind.

The letter read:

Dear Sayo-san,

You are cordially invited to Afterglow’s performance on June 23rd at Circle. You can find one ticket inside this envelope. I hope you see you there.

Sincerely,

Hazawa Tsugumi

Sayo had to read it twice to fully comprehend the contents. She’d met Tsugumi a couple months ago at a baking class, well, more specifically Tsugumi taught Sayo at a baking class. They’d bonded over their mutual hard-working attitudes and had even spent some time together since then. Neither had seen the other perform yet though. Sayo knew how hard the other girl worked and was interested in seeing her perform.

The contents of the letter seemed a bit strange. They were formal and also typed, but maybe Tsugumi preferred to do things formally. Sayo could certainly agree with the level of professionalism.

It could be a good learning experience, Sayo thought as she scrutinized the small piece of paper that the letter claimed to be a ticket. Ran, the lead singer of Afterglow, competed fiercely with Yukina. If anyone asked, she could say she was scoping out the completion.

But wow, she thought with a smile, Tsugumi wanted her there. She wanted Sayo to see her play.

As Sayo penciled the concert onto her calendar, she basked in the warm feeling in her chest.

Over the next week, Sayo prepared for the concert. She didn’t have a penlight, since she didn’t usually waste her time going to see other bands. She probably could get away without one, but it didn’t feel right not to properly support her friend during the show. Sayo ordered the device online, paying a little extra for express shipping.

Hina almost took the box when it arrived. She had it in her hands when Sayo got home from practice and was shaking it as if to try and figure out what it was. Sayo put an end to that behavior and claimed her prize.

The penlight was just as expected, so Sayo was able to put a few batteries in and power it up. After politely asking, Ako had given her a list of the colors she needed along with some gibberish about how penlights can be used to make pentragrams. Sayo programmed it with all of Afterglow’s colors, starting with Tsugumi’s yellow.

On the day of the concert, Sayo made sure to arrive early enough to get a good spot. The person at the door didn’t actually want her ticket, and instead told Sayo she’d already been paid for. That seemed, odd, but who was Sayo to complain.

She soon found herself sardined with other fans, ready for the concert to begin.

Once the show started, Sayo soon forgot about the people around her. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the bands pianist, one Tsugumi Hazawa. The other teen looked slightly nervous as the band walked out onto the stage, but when she placed her hands on the keyboard her expression changed. She set her mouth and narrowed her brown eyes in determination.

And then Tsugumi started to play. More accurately, part of Sayo’s brain provided, the whole band was playing, but all she processed was the piano softly backing the guitar before harmonizing with the bass, coming up for a solo and wow Sayo realized she hadn’t moved her penlight in over thirty seconds.

When the song ended, most of the audience changed their penlights to light blue to cheer for the guitarist, but Sayo left hers on yellow.

Before she knew it, the concert was over. The band took their final bow and bid the audience farewell. The audience soon started to trickle out, which gave Sayo enough room to bring her arm down and turn the penlight, still yellow, off. She followed the crowd towards the door, taking care not to bump anyone by accident. Sayo debated going to the back and saying hello to Tsugumi, but decided against it. The band was probably busy enough without a guest, so she thought about just texting her later instead. Sayo had almost made it out into the fresh air when she heard a familiar voice calling her name.

“Sayo-saaaaaan!” Along with the elongated suffix, Sayo felt a small hand on her shoulder. She turned to see Moca, the guitarist who she just watched perform. The younger teen still wore her stage outfit.

“Aoba-san.” The two stepped out of the way of the crowd as Sayo acknowledged the younger guitarist.

“Eeeeeeh.” Moca ignored the curt greeting, instead looking Sayo up and down and muttering under her breath. “Hi-chan was right…”

“What did you say?” Sayo couldn’t really hear her over the crowd.

Moca’s blue eyes snapped up, an unnerving smirk creeping onto her face. “Sayo-san isn’t going to leave without saying goodbye, is she?”

“I… what?” Sayo wasn’t sure how to respond to that. She knew Moca worked with Lisa and the two were friends, but Sayo almost never talked to the other girl.

“Let’s gooooo.” Moca grabbed Sayo’s wrist, much to her surprise, and started dragging her towards the changing rooms.

One tug removed Sayo’s stable footing and had her following along. “Please let me go.” Sayo tried to dig her heels in or at least pull her arm away, but Moca was surprisingly strong. Actually, Sayo corrected herself despite the situation, as a guitarist it made sense for her to have strong hands. That didn’t excuse Sayo’s weak escape attempts though.

“Not until Sayo-san says goodbye to Tsugu.” Moca said, refusing to relinquish her grip on Sayo.

Oh, that’s where they were going then. Sayo stopped pulling back and allowed herself to be tugged the rest of the way. She hadn’t wanted to interrupt, but if one of the members had actually come to get her, then maybe it was okay. Sayo still had to figure out what to say though, which was honestly the hardest part.

She didn’t have too much time to think before Moca came to a halt at the closed dressing room door. In front of the door, standing with her arms crossed, leaned Tomoe.

“Moca, where have you been?” Tomoe’s mouth was set in a firm frown. “Himari just sent me to look for you.”

“I’m here now~~~.” Moca released her death grip on Sayo’s wrist.

“And you brought a guest.” Icy blue eyes shifted to Sayo, sending a chill down her spine. As the tallest member of Afterglow, Tomoe cut an intimidating figure. Sayo could only return the cold look, unsure of what earned her this treatment.

“She wants to see Tsugu.”

“They’re still getting changed in there.” Tomoe tightened her arms. “She’s not going in.”

“Fiiiiiiiine.” Moca turned to Sayo. “If you leave before talking to Tsugu, Moca-chan will haunt you for a thouuuuusand years.” She winked before slipping past Tomoe and into the dressing room.

“Pft, she would probably give up after only a few days.” Tomoe chuckled to herself, but Sayo couldn’t bring herself to laugh. She knew a bit about Tomoe since Ako liked to talk about her, but had met her even less times than Moca.

Once her laugh died out, Tomoe stared at Sayo in silence. Sayo pulled out her phone to break the tension, checking to see if she had any texts while she waited for Tsugumi. She could still feel the piercing gaze of the tall drummer as she scrolled through a few excited texts from Hina.

“Tomoe.” The door popped open behind Tomoe, Himari’s face poking through the crack. “I need you in here.” She said quickly, dragging Tomoe through the door with what looked like a bear hug. The taller teen had barely vanished when someone else was forced out of the door.

“Moca-chan, okay, I’m going.” Tsugumi practically fell out of the changing room, stumbling as if she’d been shoved. Someone on the inside yanked the door shut, leaving only Sayo and Tsugumi in the hallway.

“Sayo-san?” Tsugumi’s eyes came up to meet Sayo’s. widening with surprise. She had changed back into her normal clothes, but still looked slightly sweaty from the performance.

“Hazawa-san, congratulations on your performance today” Sayo didn’t waste time with small talk. “I thought you played very well.” That was a little vague, Sayo thought to herself, but an okay start. Her tongue often got stuck when talking to Tsugumi.

“Ah, thank you!” A light pink dusted Tsugumi’s cheeks. “It’s such a nice surprise to see you here.”

“You weren’t expecting me?” That hurt a little, especially since Tsugumi had sent her a ticket in the… wait one moment. “Didn’t you send me a ticket in the mail?”

“I don’t think there were tickets for this concert.” Tsugumi lifted one hand to her chin thoughtfully. “Hmm, I wonder, Moca maybe…” Her voice trailed off before returning. “Really thank you for coming!”

“You’re welcome,” Sayo cleared her throat. “I remember you told me how hard you’ve been practicing, and I think it has really paid off.” She fought a creeping heat on her neck as she spoke. “You played beautifully today, Hazawa-san.”

“R-really?” Tsugumi’s face darkened as she broke eye contact with Sayo. “Thank you, Sayo-san. I’m glad you liked it. How would you, umm.” She brought her hands together, fidgeting. “Would you like to come to our concert next month as well?” She asked in a soft tone, almost too quiet for Sayo to hear.

Sayo’s heart swelled; even if the ticket in the mail had been false, this invitation was for real. “I would. Thank you for inviting me.” She took a deep breath, forcing herself to not speak too quickly. “And, if you want, Roselia is having a concert in a couple weeks. I have a ticket for a friend, if you are interested?”

Tsumugi gasped, but then grinned. “Absolutely! I’d love to hear you play Sayo-san!”

The amount of force behind her statement surprised Sayo, a warm blush settling on her cheeks. She still hadn’t regained her composure when the final member of Afterglow opened the door.

“Tsugu, time to go.” Ran said calmly, completely ignoring Sayo. “Come get your belongings.”

“I should head out.” Sayo took a step back, her flush receding.

“Bye, thanks again for coming!” Tsugumi waved as Sayo turned and started walking away.

Sayo left the studio, walking home in silence. In her head, she practiced riffs and chords for the upcoming concert.

Tsugumi was going to be there, and she couldn’t wait.

A few minutes earlier

Himari had one ear pressed against the door, listening eagerly to the conversation on the other side.

“You did this.” Tomoe said bluntly, pretending like she also didn’t want to listen in “Why?”

“Tsugu just needed a little push.” Satisfied with what she heard, Himari straightened up. “She can handle the rest.”

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road trip packing list

hey so!!! tomorrow i get to miss school and go with my family down to D.C. for the day, and since it’s maybe 3-ish hours to drive(including traffic), I always make sure to bring a bunch of stuff to do.

And then usually end up just reading the 5 books I downloaded and ignoring all of my coloring and homework and games I brought...

BUT! I still felt like looking up a “road trip” pakcing list, although our proably doesn’t qualify as a road trip exactly... and I only found two? on tumblr? Sooooo I decided to make my own for future reference and for others to use should they be interested! here we gooooo

1. okay before you try packing anything else go and plug in your devices and get out ALL cords needed for the trip. ALL OF THEM. right now. okay now we can get to everything else

2. grab a bag that is the size of what you need for the trip. for me, i’ll just be taking a backpack to keep in the car with me and that’s it. for camp, i ususally rbing a duffel bag. i know whenever my dad goes on business trips, he takes a backpack for his electronics and work stuff and a small-ish suitcase for his clothes and stuff. d o n o t bring more than you need!!! too much stuff equals less space and that is never a good thing!

3. ok now if you are staying the night(or multiple nights) in a place, count out how many sets of clothes you’ll need, and always pack extra underwear and socks. socks get wet easily if walking in the rain, so I have always carried around an extra pair depending on the weather.

4. double and triple check your clothes. you will HATE yourself for forgetting clothes. they are a lot harder to replace on the trip than charge cords

5. now pack your tooth brushes and hair brushes and stuff like that. it varies per person. dont forget those either.

and now to the fun stuff, what you can keep with you in the car or plane or whatever

a. first think about what helps you pass time at home. chances are you could get by with just that in the car. persoanlly, these are what i like to bring:

b. HEADPHONES. EARBUDS. literally anything that doesn’t involve listening to music out loud. i ride in the car with two brothers and a five year old sister, plus my easily annoyed parents. with earbuds i can easily start playing music and drown everyone else out.

c. in turn with the last one, get music. if your family/friends can agree on a CD, then bring those. if not, download playlists on spotify, get songs on itunes, anything that lets you listen to music, and make sure at least one of them is without internet, cause you are not always gonna have access to that.

d. so now either grab a sketch book, coloring book, writing notebook, or soemthing equally able to be used when bored or struck with inspiration. you can also use these to play tic tac toe and such if really bored. i usually bring an adult coloring book and some colored pencils, along with my writing notebook

e. do you like to read? can you do so without getting carsick? lovely. bring one more book than you think you’ll get to in case of some random event, but don’t take anything too heavy. i usually bring one actual book and then download a bunch from my library. you can do this easily through this website: https://www.overdrive.com/ find your library, enter your card number, and you can choose from many books and then download for a certain amount of time. it’s very helpful

f. keep a mini bag on handy for a few random helpful things like: hairties, pens/pencils, chargers, wet wipes, cough drops, aspirin, batteries, change, etc etc etc. these should be in an easily found place in the car.

g. if at all possible bring a bucket or mini track can with you. i think you know why

h. snacks! grab a plastic container, put a bunch of snakcs in baggies then put them all in the container. things like crackers, m’n’ms, chips, cereal, granola, peanuts, fruit, etc. also grab a few branola bars and protein bars, but r e m e m b e r that with protein bars you muuuusssssttt drink water with them!! lots of it!!! you will highly regret it if you do not. plus, bring lots of water! a refillable bottle, then throw a pack of plastic ones in the back. remember to refill at each stop.

i. if you are still a student, you should proably bring some of your homework or notes(if its during the school year), but i wont blame you if you dont. you could accidentally forget them.

j. puzzles! puzzles are always fun to do, like crossword puzzles or wors searches or suduko and things like those

k. last, but for sure the most important, bring a pillow and a blanket. i bring two blanket, one to hang up between me and the window, and one to actually use. and then just the pillow, because, sleep.

OKAY SO i think that’s about it, it was a lot, and not super specific, but that’s up to each person. snacks, water, pillow, entertainment, music, chargers, and think you’re set to go! have fun, and always remember to quadruple check everything.

have a lovely day :)

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I start moving today! My new roommate Joe is painting my room a white right now. Its actually called cotton white and its such a nice color. I cannot wait to decorate it. I'm going to need to get a work desk so I can put it right by the window. I've never owned a desk before and I would always have to insinuate some work space, be it on my bed, at a table in the common spaces, or the floor. But if I had a designated space for my work then I would be able to focus more. Also, desks are so romantic.

My new roommate is named Joe, he is 23 like me and he works on computer graphics. Also he owns a 3D printer so I am AbSOLutely making myself a 3D dick bitch. No but he likes Neil Young a lot so we should get along just fine. I have had a rocky relationship with roommates over the years. My last roommate in Southwest was not the easiest to live with. Everything in the house was hers and was very sacred to her. She favored her stuff over any sort of relationship with herself or others. Even me it felt like. Also she had a doggy who I loved at times but mostly he ate my drawing pencils and wouldn't let me just be in the living area. The place looked like a little cottage and it had dark cherry wooden beam ceilings and original doors and floors. It was absolutely gorgeous and under different circumstances I might still be there. But, I made a very responsible decision to leave and so I did.

I cant explain just how differently I feel about living with roommates but I know that I do. In New York City I lived in a room with my boyfriend that we had in a house of two other gay guys. Now THIS was the real start of my roommate experiences. There was a gigantic lack of communication between all of us, and seeing how my boyfriend and I had one room, it was almost as if we were treated as one person, and I definitely felt that it was like that. One guy was convinced he had bed bugs so he cleansed his room for about 2 months and it turned out he never did. The other guy came into the living area one time and started rubbing my leg and told me how hairy I was and so I got up and went back to my room. That was one of the only interactions him and I ever had with each other so I was just like, okay nah. But, he let me use his PS3 like, a lot, and I played a lot of Tomb Raider and Soul Calibur for the last few months of us living there. Also, the bathroom was bomb and I took baths for the first time in my life since I was a lil boy. I liked our room a lot, too. We used to smoke cigarettes out our window with only incense blowing and a towel underneath the door. As if nobody could smell it. We put out paintings and our photographs on the wall in a scattered way but somehow we made it look so perfect, as if each piece was meant to be there. Damn, do I miss living there.

That completes the list of my roommates. I’ve been staying with my parents for the last two years since I've been back home in Michigan, so you could consider everybody in the house a roommate. Let’s just say that I am more than motherfucking ready to be out, although I will miss hot food every single night that just waits for you. But I have this rampant feeling and urge to do all of those things for myself once and for all. I never want to go back to this. I love them with all of my heart, but life has been on hold for me here. My life doesn’t exist the way that it has in the past and it’s taken me two whole fucking years to get back into it. One part of me says you wasted your time, kid, while the other part of me says don't worry Bub, you needed it, now go off and venture once more.

I vow to myself and to everyone I love that I will never go back to comfortability. I am on my very own from here on out. Life shall start again god damnit.

I’m tired of waking up in the place that I've lived for the majority of my life. I NEED NEW I NEED CHANGE I NEED TO GOOOOO.

LISTENING TO- Caught In A Lie by Chastity Belt Flowers by Parts

I am devotion at night I sink into my soul and don’t sit but I spin all the thread of my past into the spools of the future

buck down on my life and know just where I stand

incense and wind baby incense and wind

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Lol oh anon, thank you but I promise I’m not that interesting 1. Would you have sex with the last person you text messaged?Yes2. You talked to an ex today, correct?No3. Have you taken someones virginity?Yes4. Is trust a big issue for you?Yes5. Did you hang out with the person you like recently?No6. What are you excited for?The weekend, finallyyyy!7. What happened tonight?I got called boring by some chick and got salty about it.8. Do you think it’s disgusting when girls get really wasted?No, you do you honey9. Is confidence cute?Yes, but be humble about it10. What is the last beverage you had?Iced coffee11. How many ?people of the opposite sex do you fully trust?212. Do you own a pair of skinny jeans?Hell no13. What are you gonna do Saturday night?Help my friend move14. What are you going to spend money on next?Fright fest tickets probably or Chicago Fire tickets15. Are you going out with the last person you kissed?No16. Do you think you’ll change in the next 3 months?Yes17. Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything?Sarah18. The last time you felt broken?August19. Have you had sex today?no, unfortunately 20. Are you starting to realize anything?No21. Are you in a good mood?better now that I’ve had coffee22. Would you ever want to swim with sharks?Yes and done it23. Are your eyes the same color as your dad’s?Uhhh I think so?24. What do you want right this second?Smoke a cigarette25. What would you say if the person you love/like kissed another girl/boy?I wouldn’t really say anything. If there’s no commitment then I don’t have room to say anything26. Is your current hair color your natural hair color?No27. Would you be able to date someone who doesn’t make you laugh?No28. What was the last thing that made you laugh?My neighbor trying to hook me up with some random dude passing by my house29. Do you really, truly miss someone right now?Nah30. Does everyone deserve a second chance?In some situations yes31. Honestly, do you hate the last boy you were talking to?lmao no32. Does the person you have feelings for right now, know you do?Let’s skip on over this one33. Are you one of those people who never drinks soda?I’ll have it on occasion34. Listening to?@walkalonewithoutyou her talking

35. Do you ever write in pencil anymore?No36. Do you know where the last person you kissed is?Yes37. Do you believe in love at first sight?Love, no. Lust yes38. Who did you last call?@walkalonewithoutyou39. Who was the last person you danced with?No one, I don’t dance40. Why did you kiss the last person you kissed?Uh cuz they were leaving back home41. When was the last time you ate a cupcake?I don’t even remember42. Did you hug/kiss one of your parents today?No43. Ever embarrass yourself in front of a crush?Yes lol44. Do you tan in the nude?No45. If you could, would you take back your last kiss?No46. Did you talk to someone until you fell asleep last night?Yes47. Who was the last person to call you?@walkalonewithoutyou48. Do you sing in the shower?No49. Do you dance in the car?It’s happened but not frequently50. Ever used a bow and arrow?Yes but it’s been a while51. Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer?uh high school for school pictures52. Do you think musicals are cheesy?I don’t really have an opinion on this53. Is Christmas stressful?Not really, don’t really celebrate54. Ever eat a pierogi?Yeeeep and they are fucking good55. Favorite type of fruit pie?Banana creami knew56. Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid?Vet57. Do you believe in ghosts?Yes58. Ever have a Deja-vu feeling?All the damn time59. Take a vitamin daily?I probably should but I tend to forget60. Wear slippers?no61. Wear a bath robe?No62. What do you wear to bed?A shirt and shorts63. First concert?Jojo64. Wal-Mart, Target or Kmart?Target65. Nike or Adidas?Adidas66. Cheetos Or Fritos?Neither67. Peanuts or Sunflower seeds?Peanuts68. Favorite Taylor Swift song?I knew you were trouble69. Ever take dance lessons?Yes actually70. Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing?Probably business71. Can you curl your tongue?Yes

Yes72. Ever won a spelling bee?Nope73. Have you ever cried because you were so happy?When I went to go see Jojo the tears were real74. What is your favorite book?Death and other dances75. Do you study better with or without music?Without music76. Regularly burn incense?Nope77. Ever been in love?Yes78. Who would you like to see in concert?In this moment or jojo again79. What was the last concert you saw?Il Divo80. Hot tea or cold tea?Depends, i will em both81. Tea or coffee?Coffee82. Favorite type of cookie?Chocolate chip83. Can you swim well?lol I would hope considering I was on the swim team for years84. Can you hold your breath without holding your nose?Yes85. Are you patient?I can be

86. DJ or band, at a wedding?Band87. Ever won a contest?nope88. Ever have plastic surgery?nope89. Which are better black or green olives?I don’t like olives90. Opinions on sex before marriage?You do you. I am all for it91. Best room for a fireplace?Bedroom or living room92. Do you want to get marriedOne day

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