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#genuinely so fucking funny when people straight up LIE about what kind of cat they have to seem idk cooler
keepinventory · 3 years
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thinking about that facebook post where it was like “siamese cats are so LOUD but you get used to it eventually... been living with my siamese for 14 years! [posts a picture of a black cat]”
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thr-333 · 3 years
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Mismatch- Part 24
Bio dad Bruce Wayne Month 2020
Oh dear, oh dear Lila what a shame this is
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The next couple of days are... awkward. Dick keeps calling which is nice, they even go for dinner one day dragging Tim along. Tim seems fine, tired but that's hardly unusual. Jason had just straight up disappeared, but Dick had assured them he would be coming to the Wayne Gala that weekend. Speaking of which they had been invited, well they were already going because of MDC stuff but now they were also invited as civilians. The news would have been happy if Damian hadn't stormed out the room when it was mentioned. The next day and the day after that hadn’t improved anything, Damian was completely ignoring them and they weren't the only ones to notice.
“What did you do to upset Dami so much?!” Lila announces rather loudly to the entire cafeteria, “I told you, you were going too far,”
“Lila, and I mean this sincerely, fuck off,” Marion says flatly, he hears Marinette cover a laugh despite swatting at him lightly.
“How dare you?! I’m just trying to look out for him,” Lila sniffles, basking under the attention of her large audience, looking between the girl and Damian. Marion catches Damian's eye, raising a brow basically saying you’re going to let this slide? Apparently he was as Damian looks away from them, and if anything was going to give Lila more believability it’s that.
“Marion are you alright?” Rose asks gently, having tiptoed after Lila with the rest of the class. Had he been looking so downcast she actually noticed?
“I’m fi-” Whatever assurance he was about to give is mute as he feels tears sliding down his cheeks, “Fuck-I just-”
He tries to wipe away the tears, very aware of everyone watching him. It’s starting to get hard to breath when he feels gentle arms wrap around him. It’s Rose. Rose is actually hugging him! It’s been so long he forgot what her hugs felt like. Well if she was trying to stop him from crying that certainly didn’t help matters. He tries to take a calming breath but it comes out more like a sob and soon enough he can’t hold it back anymore. A fine place to break down Mari, really, truly a testament to your skill.
“I can’t believe you’re doing this here,” Lila scoffs, Marion can feel the arms around him tighten, “After all the work I put in for this trip-”
“LILA WOULD YOU JUST STOP!” Alya’s scream makes them all jump back, Marion turning to face the absolutely seething girl, “This is the first time in YEARS we’ve been allowed to feel emotions! So just leave it alone, they’re allowed to be sad!”
“Well-I-its-they-” Lila splutters looking completely blindsided that one of her puppets broke off its strings, clearly she hasn't been paying attention the last few weeks, funny when you save someone's life they tend to listen and care about what you say a bit more. And if that leads to noticing a few more jibes in their direction... well that's just a happy coincidence.
“What is your problem!? You’ve been nothing but nasty to them since we got here!” Well a bit longer than that but good on you for noticing Alya.
“Oh, it’s just been so hard for me!” Lila exclaims, crocodile tears coming in as Marion still tries to wipe off his own, the genuine article at that, “If you had heard some of the things they’ve said to me-”
Lila jumps as Damian appears next to her. He doesn't look at or acknowledge the twins. In fact, he still looks rather pissed but at least some of its directed at Lila this time. He silently hands his phone over to Alya with some hesitation, Lila's eyes go wide. As quickly as he had come he’s gone, disappearing into the crowd that had formed around them.
“What’s-”
“Give it!” Lila screeches, lunging for the phone. Alya jerks back in surprise, Lila’s nails tearing down her arm. Ugly red marks that had broken the skin and gone in deep.
“What the hell!” Alya shouts through tears, clutching her bloody arm as the class crowd around her.
Instead of apologizing Lila tries to snatch the phone in the moment of distraction, but Alix is a hair quicker. She presses play despite Lila shouting threats that made the rest of the class go pale. The recording plays everyone is glued to it. The class becoming increasingly more hysterical. Marinette doesn't wait for it to finish, she gently guides Marion out of the room slipping through the crowd. They hide in an empty classroom, far enough away they can’t hear the outcry that follows.
“Do you think that’s really it, it’s done?” Marion whispers, Marinette is wiping his face with a handkerchief he had always made fun of her for carrying.
“Maybe, I honestly can’t bring myself to care anymore,” Marinette rests her forehead against his, her standing as he sits on a desk, “I thought I’d feel more…”
“Victorious?”
“Yeah,”
“I don’t think there are any winners here,” He can hear someone shouting their names down the hall, voice wobbly with tears, he doesn't care about any apology the can muster, “How lame did I look crying?”
“In front of the whole school like that?”
“Yeah,”
“I’d say it was pretty brave,” She pulls him into a hug, squeezing tight.
“He was just ignoring us,” Marion admits quietly, Lila hadn’t made him cry in a long time, but Damian? Damian did.
“I know,” Marinette pats his head, the same way she would tease him as Chat Noir, “But he did something in the end didn’t he?”
“Oh, gee look at this lame-ass, better make him stop before people associate him with me’,” Marion does an impression not remotely close to Damian, Marinette pinches him.
“That’s not what he was thinking and you know it,”
“Yeah,” Marion sighs, he can hear doors opening and closing now, apologies cast out through the school in hopes they’ll hear them, “What do we do now?”
“Jump out the window?”
So they did end up jumping out the window. Something Alfred had somehow known they were planning because he was waiting right there to pick them up. The debated on actually going to the manor, but their phones were lighting up with messages and the hotel was not an option. The Manor was silent when they arrived. And it remained silent for most of their stay.
Dick had apparently set himself a mission of making them feel at home, whatever that meant, and was nowhere to be seen. He seemed like the only one actually happy to have them join the ragtag family so without him it was likely the others were just avoiding them. That was fine, really, Alfred set them up with a movie and ice cream that they used to ignore everything else.
Dick was their saving grace and the bane of their existence. When he came back he had apparently made the decision they would be staying at the manor for the rest of the trip, despite it only meant to be a few more days(it wasn't for them but he didn’t know that yet). Alfred had apparently told him what happened and he had brought it upon himself to bring their friends, actual friends not classmates to the manor. This was a blessing and a curse as all they seemed to want to do was fill them in on what had happened.
They listened and ate ice cream together. And yeah Marion kind of wished he could have seen Lila as every lie was torn down but Chloe rejoiced in relaying her reactions with great detail. She had of course tried to lie and turn it all on the twins, them trying to frame her. However, with blood running down Alya's arm that warranted a trip to the hospital it was met with a cold shoulder. Their talk eventually morphed into laughing at all her outlandish lies, which Chloe gladly compiled into a list to share with the rest of the class, ranking them in order of their stupidity. She planned to go through the whole list on the plane ride back where there would be no escape for anyone. It was fun in a way, and if Marion noticed more than one pair of eyes spying in on the conversation he wasn’t going to point it out. Lila was yet to face her dues.
When their friends had to go back to the hotel they promised not to give anything away. Alfred gratefully let them skip over dinner and Dick was overjoyed to show them to their rooms. Marion kind of wanted to laugh when he was shown his, wondering how much of it was Dick, how much was Bruce, and what was Alfred.
There were cat plushies everywhere which he had to guess was Bruce latching onto the detail from the fair and indeed Dough boy is sitting front and center on his bed. Then again wherever he was over he did spend a lot of time with Catfred. It could also be Dick taking note of that because really everything has cats on it. There's blankets, pillows, a rug with kittens over it. There was an armchair shaped like a cat head, and where had they even found that? It only got worse the further he went into the room noticing that the curtains had been replaced to have cats on them and there were pictures of cats hanging on the wall, the lamps in the room even cast shadows of cats. The only thing he could find that wasn't cat-related was a picture of them with Bruce at the fair, each sporting a plushie with Bruce holding a cutesy Batman plush between the grinning twins.
“Nette my defining trait isn’t cats is it?” He walks into her room through the joining door he was willing to bet didn’t exist a week ago. His side, of course, had a cat painted on it, he closes it just so he has less exposure to all the cats.
“Course not,” Marinette grins from her sewing machine.
She had a more, let's say subdued room. Oh sure Bruce had apparently found her all the Ladybug plushies he could but they apparently didn't have the same abundance as cats. Instead, he seemed to have focused on her sewing kit. Mannequins littered about her room that Marinette had already started pinning fabric to. Half of her walk-in closet was dedicated to spools of fabric, the other stocked with clothes. Marion didn’t dare brave his own knowing he would find only cats .
“Did you notice the dollhouse?” Marinette asks as Marion flops onto her bed, at least you could actually see her bed and it wasn't hidden by a pile of cats.
“Yeah mine was stocked with camembert and sugar cubes,” and it had personalized rooms for both Kaalki and Plagg that they were happily exploring.
“Mine cookies,” Marinette hums, more concerned with her design than the topic at hand, “Think we got found out,”
“Probably, whoever it is hasn't said anything tho,” Marion looks over at the large dollhouse in Marinette's room, Tikki waved at him from a window and he waved back.
“Probably Alfred,”
“Probably, that mans a witch,”
“A Witch?”
“I know what I said,” Marion sighs, sealing himself to go back into the cat infestation. How do you politely say ‘thank you so much but what the fuck?’
He knew he had to brave the closet sometime as someone had been so kind as to put away his clothes. Sure enough, it was as bad as he had imagined. Everything from t-shirts with cartoon cats to clothes carefully crafted to have cat ears. I was actually kind of amazing at this point. Giving up his conquest to find his actual pj’s he buttons up a two-piece that is, naturally, covered with cats.
On his way out he notices a bit of black at the very front of the closet not fitting in with the color-coded organization. He pulls it out to find a gorgeous leather jacket that was completely devoid of cats! Huzzah! There was a note hanging from the sleeve which Marion unfolded.
Knew Bruce and Dick would be idiots so I got you something actually decent
I saw the room and yeah it's a fucken mess
If you ever need it gone or I don’t know accidentally set on fire give me a call
Marion chuckles knowing it could be no one else but Jason he tucks the note into the jacket, pulling it on to find a perfect fit. He keeps it on as a shield, something solidly not-cat is comforting at this point. He pushes the piles of cat toys onto the floor and seriously he was going to have to have a talk with Bruce about moderation and interior decorating. He lies down looking up at the ceiling, then immediately getting up and storming into Nette’s room. He was not going to sleep under a mural of cats! Nope not tonight! Not ever!
Marinette doesn't even look up from where she’s hunched over her desk as he flops onto her bed. Can someone be over the moon to be surrounded by ladybugs? Yes provided they have had an overexposure to cats first.
“I know we don’t want to go to school tomorrow but I can not stand a second more in that room,”
“Schools over Mari, it’s the concert tomorrow remember?”
“Goddammit,”
“Jasons having a bad influence on you,”
“Can’t we have just one day of rest?”
“No, now go to sleep,”
“You first,” Marion shoots, back despite curling up under the blankets.
“If you want to wear that jacket tomorrow you better take it off before it gets ruined,”
“I can wear it for the concert?” He shoots back up, excited but takes her advice anyway.
“ No I did not spend weeks designing a new jacket for you to wear that,” Besides it doesn't even have bats on the back,”
“I’ve been thinking about that,” Marion yawns, sinking back into the bed, and wow it’s really soft, “What if we changed them to Robins?”
“... you really don’t want me to sleep tonight do you?”
“Means I get the whole bed to myself, a master plan if I do say so myself,” Marion doesn't even stir as the pillow hits him square in the face.
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morikothehalfangel · 6 years
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Holding on by a Thread
Part 1
Rated: T for Inu’s potty mouth
Inu/Kag AU (Two-shot that may turn into a full fic!)
2485 words
I’m uploading this onto FF.net, too, so if you don’t want to scroll forever here, feel free to go check it out on there!
A few of my fellow Inuyasha mutuals, Inuyasha followers/following, and the person who came up with the prompt, Artiste! @artistefish @keichanz @coquinespike @umacaking @dyaz-stories @eternalnight8806-3 @stuckinthewrongworld
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“And this, my dear Kagome, is called ‘The Red Thread of Fate’! Why, this has been passed down our family through generations! It’s one of the few created centuries ago!”
Kagome groans. “Really, Gramps? That’s just a rolled-up ball of yarn!”
Mr. Higurashi gapes aghast at his granddaughter. “Do not say such foolery! This ancient thread is guaranteed to help those who are far or lost to find their soulmate!”
“Uh-huh. Sure.” Kagome rolls her eyes, one hand petting the fat cat reclining in her lap, the other ‘marveling’ at the red ball of cloth. “And I suppose the Shikon no Tama existed, too?”
“Of course! That story is—,” He pauses and glares at the unimpressed fifteen-year-old. “Hmph! If it’s just a ‘ball of yarn’, then why would we keep it for generations, hmm?”
“Because your great great great great great grandfather was quite the prankster of his time, I assume.” Kagome replies snidely.
“W-why, young lady, that is—!” He starts, but a woman’s voice interrupts his tirade.
“Father, where are you? We promised Souta we’d take him and his friends out to that new park they opened up.” Ms. Higurashi enters the threshold and smiles at them both. “Oh, hello Kagome! Is father giving you your present?”
“Nope, just giving Buyo some yarn.” Kagome chuckles as she drops the ball onto her cat’s stomach. He bats at it, but is suddenly startled by something, and darts out of the girl’s lap. “Ah, Buyo! What on Earth…”
“It’s the power of the thread, I tell you! It even spooked the cat!” Grandpa Higurashi quickly stands, pointing at the cross-legged youngster.
“Grandpa, Buyo is spooked by the old well, too. Does that have some kind of magical power, too?” She questions.
“Of course it does!” He snaps back. She sighs in reply, and her mother decides to stop the argument.
“Father, come on now, leave her be. She’s going to be the birthday girl!”
“Mm, fine! But don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He shakes a gnarled finger at the teen and leaves the room with his daughter.
Kagome hums and looks at the wad of thread. “Well, guess it’s just you and me, oh great fate-sealing yarn.”
A door shuts from the down the hall, and she assumes her family is gone now. She stands and picks up the wound thread and mumbles to herself, “Maybe I can make something with this, or sew it onto a plain dress?” She sighs. “Oh well, who knows.”
And with that, she heads upstairs to her room to practice some math homework, cause the girl can’t get a break from quizzes, even on her birthday.
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“Myoga, will you just leave me alone?! Haven’t you heard that this is my forest? You’re practically trespassing.” Inuyasha leaps into his favorite tree, trying to ignore the old flea. “I don’t care if Sesshomaru has some ‘willing’ woman to marry me off to so I can go live in the Western Lands. He’s despised me for years, why on Earth does he care now?”
“My lord, please! Sesshomaru-sama has come at an impasse and needs you to save face for the sake of the land’s honor and— ack!” The old flea is tossed back off his lord’s shoulder.
“So what?! All of a sudden, the damned filthy half-breed can go and have a family, all to ‘save face’?! What kinda desperate attempt is this? They’ve really gotta be sinking low if they’re asking me to join the family.” He huffs, a low growl never leaving his throat.
“But sire, think of the positives! You’d no longer be alone, or lonely, or—” Myoga is smashed onto Inuyasha’s knee in reprimand.
“Who the Hell said I’m lonely?!” The hanyou shouts.
“My… Apologies… M’lord.” He strains out of his squashed form. He pops back to his original shape and takes a hasty retreat back onto the far end of the branch. “I’ll… leave you be, for now.”
“Good, that’s how I like it.” Inuyasha seethes through clenched teeth.
And he did like it. He liked not having to deal with people everywhere, and if he wanted “company”, he would go help out the village that lies on the outskirts of his forest. He’s been around these parts for over a century, maybe longer, and he’s saved their asses more than he can count. One winter was really bad, and while the adults could handle their minor illnesses, the children were not so lucky. They likely would have had to dig a lot of small graves if it weren’t for him.
The old village miko, Kaede, was extremely worried about what to do for the children, because even she was running low on herbs during this harsh of a winter, and tea can’t solve everything. Food was running low, too. Thankfully, it was towards the end of the winter, but she didn’t think the kids could last that long. Imagine her surprise one cold morning when she found a heap of ingredients, all wrapped up in old baskets and aged cloth. Upon untying a basket, she finds a scrap of paper, likely as old as herself, lying on top of the fresh ingredients. She read the scraggly and poorly written, but legible, words to herself and softly gasped.
It was a recipe.
After that winter, he came by one day to trade for some vegetables, and more than half the village bowed and thanked him nonstop as he walked through to the small ‘marketing’ area. He was going to trade firewood for food when the man in front of him straight up gave him two whole bags of rice, free of charge. The man kept praising and thanking him for his ‘elixir’, and Inuyasha didn’t have the heart to tell anyone it was just an old family recipe.
He ‘avoided’ the area for a bit after that. He still checked up on them, when few were around, but he didn’t like the constant stares he received, even if they were all with good thoughts in mind.
Even still, while not having people despise him left and right was kinda nice, he knew none of them genuinely liked him. Maybe the old hag took a small liking to him for his ‘good deeds’, but he didn’t have anyone close to him. Last person like that was his mother, and she died long ago.
Sometimes, he wonders what it’d be like… Ugh, no! He shakes his head back and forth to rid of his train of thought. He was constantly pushing the thought out of his mind; he didn’t do mushy stuff like that! But after a while, as he was about to close his eyes for the night, not even bothering to head back to his hidden cave he called home, he wondered what it’d be like…
To be loved again.
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Her alarm brings her out of her odd dream. Originally it had started out weird, like usual, more or less a nightmare of her quiz today, but then it suddenly changed to a calm and peaceful forest, high up above the trees. The stars and moon lit the whole sky, and she was honestly disappointed to be awoken from that serene scene.
She yawns and stretches, her pink tank top riding up above the band of her bright green shorts. She swings her legs over the side of her bed and reaches to itch the side of her head when she feels something soft brush her cheek. Perplexed, she glances at her hand. Wrapped around her pinky in a perfect knot is that red thread from yesterday.
“Ugh, Souta probably thought this’d be funny.” She mutters tiredly. She goes to pull out the knot, but it doesn’t budge. “Dang, he really knows his knots…”
She spots some scissors on her desk and gets up to grab them. She puts them around the knot and… snip! Wait.
Snip!
Snipsnipsnipsnipsnipsnipsni—
“SOUTAAAA!”
“What is it, Sis?” The third grader quickly rushes into her room, not heeding the anger in her voice.
“What is this? What’d you do?! I can’t cut it!” She screams, showing him her pinky finger angrily.
“What are you talking about, ‘Gome? I didn’t do that! Why can’t you just cut it?” He replies meekly.
“I tried! It won’t come off! Help me!”
He nods and moves to help untie the knot. He touches the tip and yelps. “It stung me!”
“What? What do you mean it stung you, it’s thread!”
“I don’t know, it just shocked me when I touched it!”
“Quit being a brat and help me!”
“I can’t! Here, I’ll go get Mom or something. Be right back!” He darts out of her room before she can stop him.
“Argh, Souta! Wait!” She begins to run after him when she notices the string leading out of her room and down the stairs. “Huh?”
Curiously, she begins to follow it. It leads right out her backdoor, across the shrine grounds (and at this point she’s wondering just how long this piece of string is), past the sacred tree, and disappears into the well house.
“The well house? What’s in here?” She opens the door. The thread leads up and over the lip of the old well. She mutters under her breath, “Alright, even Souta is too scared to go near the well…”
But that begs the question, who did it? For some reason, she felt that her answer would lie at the end of this thread… That was down the well…
Surely she’s dreaming.
And if it’s a dream, then… Screw it.
She leaps down the stairs and before she can change her mind, swings herself over the edge of the well and falls.
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He had an odd dream. Usually he sleeps so light he doesn’t dream at all, but this time, he was somewhere very strange. It was like he was looking through someone else’s eyes. A room, but not like any room he’s ever seen, that’s for sure.
He sits up from his reclining position against the trunk of what the villagers call a ‘Goshinboku’. He moves to pop his neck when he notices something on his right hand. A red thread tied around his pinky finger.
It takes his groggy mind a moment to understand what exactly is wrapped around his finger, and as his eyes follow the path of the thread somewhere down into the forest, one thought enters his mind.
The fuck?
He snaps out of his stupor and tries to cut the string with his claw. He tries again and again and again and—
“Alright, what the Hell?!” He snarls at the innocent thread so desperately clinging to his hand. Suddenly, he feels a tug.
And then a stronger one.
Somewhere not too far, a voice reaches his keen ears.
“I know you’re out there! Come out already!”
Gathering his wits and wondering what a young girl would be doing in his forest yelling at this hour in the morning, he leaps from the tree towards the voice.
A moment later, he lands outside of the clearing of the Bone Eater’s Well, the woven red following the whole way.
He spots a girl and sputters, her revealing clothes something he’s not used to seeing. He notices the thread move again as she does, and his eyes track the movement to her own pinky finger.
Bingo.
“Oi!” He jumps out of the tree and lands in front of the girl.
“AH! GET AWAY!” She attempts to push him, but he doesn’t budge.
“Do you know somethin’ about this piece of thread?!” He shoves his finger in her face, and her blue eyes widen.
“How did you… Did you pull this prank?!” She shrieks, holding up her own finger. “I can’t get the stupid thing off!”
“Neither can I, woman! What’re you yelling at me for?” He barks.
“Well, what are you yelling at ME for?! I didn’t do it! I came here looking for the person who did!” She yells back.
“It wasn’t me! I was asleep!”
“I was, too!” She argues.
It’s at this point when they glance down at their respective pinkies that they notice the length of the thread.
What once stretched nearly a mile was now only maybe a foot in length.
“You can’t get it off, can you?” She mumbles dejectedly.
He looks at her questioningly, and shakes his head no. “You?”
“Not at all.”
They stand there quiet for a moment, contemplating their situation.
“Well, this is gonna be a strange day... Either way…” She straightens up and quickly nods her head with a small smile. “Sorry for yelling at you, you seem like you’re telling the truth. I’m Kagome.”
Her smile stirs something in his chest, and he grunts in acknowledgement. “Don’t worry ‘bout it… Inuyasha.”
“Inuyasha? Hm, now that’s a name I’ve never heard before.” She giggles.
He’s not sure whether to blush or be insulted.
She looks around, and she shoots him another dazzling smile. “So, what exactly is this place? We’re not in Tokyo, are we?”
“I… I dunno what that is.” He stutters. Even the villagers never smile at him like this, usually just mutual nods… What’s with this girl?!
“Huh, I guess not then.” She attempts to wander when she’s halted by his hand, or, more so, by the thread attached to it. “Uh, that’s strange. It stretched really far earlier, why won’t it now?”
“Not sure, but I saw it change length when I ran over here. It’s gotta be magical in some way, I guess.” He growls under his breath as a thought enters his mind. “I pray to whatever Kami there is that this isn’t a damned curse.”
Kagome frowns. “I don’t think so. I’m pretty sure this is the same thread that my grandfather gave to me for my birthday today, but it was just a wadded-up piece of string just last night. I woke up with it tied around my little finger.”
He cocks a brow at that. “And, no one tied it?”
She shakes her head. “Not that I know of, at least. I know my little brother didn’t do it, he was just as freaked out as I was!”
He rubs his chin for a moment, and his head pops up with an idea. “I think I know someone who can help us with this problem.” He points with his free hand behind her towards a path in a grove of trees. “There’s an old miko in a village just a ways from here, she’ll probably help us out. Maybe a spell or something.”
“That’s great and all, but I think we have another problem…” She mumbles softly, tugging to try and stretch the string again.
“And just what might that be?” He sighs, his face void of emotion.
“I have to use the bathroom…” She softly shrugs.
Maybe this is a curse.
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kaitieedoll · 6 years
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150 Questions
1. Who was the last person you held hands with? My mom
2. Are you outgoing or shy? Shy
3. Who are you looking forward to seeing? I don’t know.
4. Are you easy to get along with? Not really.
5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you? Yes.
6. What kind of people are you attracted to? People who are the perfect package - kind, sweet, smart and funny.
7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now? Yes.
8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind? My boyfriend.
9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable? Fuck no.
10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with? Again, my boyfriend.
11. What does the most recent text that you sent say? That is private.
12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?
Cry Baby by The Neighbourhood
Dead Girl Walking from Heathers the Musical
Comfortably Numb by Pink Floyd
Electricity by Ashley Jana
Danny Don’t You Know by Ninja Sex Party
13. Do you like it when people play with your hair? Yes but only certain people.
14. Do you believe in luck and miracles? Yeah
15. What good thing happened this summer? Idk
16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? Hopefully I’ll kiss him for the rest of my life.
17. Do you think there is life on other planets? Absolutely.
18. Do you still talk to your first crush? No
19. Do you like bubble baths? Yessss
20. Do you like your neighbors? One house
21. What are your bad habits? I bite my nails, pick my skin, crack my knuckles, don’t eat, binge, steal etc.
22. Where would you like to travel? New York City
23. Do you have trust issues? Yes
24. Favorite part of your daily routine? Sleep
25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with? My belly or thighs, probably thighs.
26. What do you do when you wake up? Check my phone.
27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker? Lighter even though I’m pretty pale. I just love that aesthetic.
28. Who are you most comfortable around? I don’t know
29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up? I don’t have any exes.
30. Do you ever want to get married? Yes
31. Is your hair long enough for a pony tail? Technically
32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with? Winona Ryder, Chris Hemsworth, all the Guardians of the Galaxy, either Fanning sister, Ryan Reynolds, Jenna Marbles and her boyfriend Julien, ¾ of the Try Guys, every member past and present of Game Grumps and Tom Holland
33. Spell your name with your chin. I*qa75 (That’s supposed to be Kait)
34. Do you play sports? What sports? No but I want to dance
35. Would you rather live without TV or music? TV
36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them? No, I’m pretty straightforward about crushes.
37. What do you say during awkward silences? Nothing.
38. Describe your dream girl/guy? My boyfriend
39. What are your favorite stores to shop in? I love Target, Walmart and other stores like that.
40. What do you want to do after high school? Become a parent and a writer
41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance? Depends
42. If you’re being extremely quiet what does it mean? I don’t know man
43. Do you smile at strangers? Sometimes!
44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean? Neither
45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning? I have no clue
46. What are you paranoid about? Everything.
47. Have you ever been high? Nope.
48. Have you ever been drunk? Tipsy but not drunk.
49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about? Nah
50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore? Red
51. Ever wished you were someone else? Yes
52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself? My hair length or weight
53. Favourite makeup brand? None I hate makeup.
54. Favourite store? Target
55. Favourite blog? I really loved imperfect-nights but that was my blog
56. Favourite colour? Red
57. Favourite food? Hot cheeto puffs
58. Last thing you ate? A greek salad
59. First thing you ate this morning? Dinner
60. Ever won a competition? For what? I won a reading contest once!
61. Been suspended/expelled? For what? Nope
62. Been arrested? For what? Nope
63. Ever been in love? Yes
64. Tell us the story of your first kiss? It was my first time seeing my boyfriend in years and it was super cute and awkward
65. Are you hungry right now? No
66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends? I have no tumblr friends
67. Facebook or Twitter? Facebook
68. Twitter or Tumblr? Tumblr
69. Are you watching tv right now? No
70. Names of your bestfriends? Melissa
71. Craving something? What? HOT CHEETO PUFFS
72. What colour are your towels? Purple at my dad’s but orange at my mom’s
72. How many pillows do you sleep with? I have a lot but I don’t sleep with my head on them
73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals? Yes
74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have? A lot
75. Favourite animal? Polar bears or cats
76. What colour is your underwear? Pink
77. Chocolate or Vanilla? It really depends on the mood I’m in!
78. Favourite ice cream flavour? Cookies and Creme, Mint Chip, Cookie Dough, Chocolate Panda Paws and Chocolate Peanut Stampede are my favorites.
79. What colour shirt are you wearing? Grey
80. What colour pants? Black! They’re literally the comfiest leggings on planet earth! They’re from Charlotte Russe.
81. Favourite tv show? Dance Moms
82. Favourite movie? Heathers
83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2? Mean Girls
84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street? Mean Girls
85. Favourite character from Mean Girls? Janis
86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo? Pearl
87. First person you talked to today? Melissa, my best friend
88. Last person you talked to today? Ethan, my boyfriend
89. Name a person you hate? I don’t know, I dislike a lot of people but I don’t like saying names of people I hate
90. Name a person you love? Isabella, my sweet little niece.
91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now? No
92. In a fight with someone? No
93. How many sweatpants do you have? A lot but I wish I had more
94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have? A lot as well but also wish I had more.
95. Last movie you watched? Love, Simon
96. Favourite actress? Winona Ryder
97. Favourite actor? Chris Pratt
98. Do you tan a lot? Never
99. Have any pets? Yes! My family has a cat named Hunter but I have a winter white dwarf hamster called Oreo Salinger
100. How are you feeling? I don’t know how I’m feeling
101. Do you type fast? Yes, very fast. I am a writer after all.
102. Do you regret anything from your past? No, mistakes make us who we are. The one thing I genuinely want to change is one time I told my niece, who was six months old and sick, I hated her because she sneezed in my face.
103. Can you spell well? Yes
104. Do you miss anyone from your past? My grandmothers, who have both passed
105. Ever been to a bonfire party? No
106. Ever broken someone’s heart? No
107. Have you ever been on a horse? I think?
108. What should you be doing? I don’t know
109. Is something irritating you right now? Nope
110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt? Yes
111. Do you have trust issues? Yes
112. Who was the last person you cried in front of? My mom
113. What was your childhood nickname? Kaitie
114. Have you ever been out of your province/state? Yes! I’ve been to Pennsylvania twice now!
115. Do you play the Wii? Yeah
116. Are you listening to music right now? I wish, but I don’t know what to listen to so no
117. Do you like chicken noodle soup? Yeah
118. Do you like Chinese food? Yes but only shrimp egg rolls
119. Favourite book? The Catcher in the Rye by JD Salinger
120. Are you afraid of the dark? Not unless I’m walking up a flight of stairs
121. Are you mean? Not really
122. Is cheating ever okay? No
123. Can you keep white shoes clean? I can’t keep anything clean
124. Do you believe in love at first sight? Yes
125. Do you believe in true love? Yes
126. Are you currently bored? Eh
127. What makes you happy? I don’t know
128. Would you change your name? No
129. What your zodiac sign? Gemini
130. Do you like subway? Yes
131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? I’m already with him
132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? My boyfriend
133. Favourite lyrics right now? Danny don’t you know that everyone feels weird on the inside?
134. Can you count to one million? Probably but I never would
135. Dumbest lie you ever told? I don’t know
136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed? Closed
137. How tall are you? 5’1 or 5’2
138. Curly or Straight hair? My hair is wavy
139. Brunette or Blonde? I’m blonde, naturally
140. Summer or Winter? Winter
141. Night or Day? Night
142. Favourite month? October, December and June
143. Are you a vegetarian? No
144. Dark, milk or white chocolate? Milk chocolate
145. Tea or Coffee? Both
146. Was today a good day? It’s been okay so far
147. Mars or Snickers? I’ve never had a Mars Bar but I hate Snickers so
148. What’s your favourite quote? Sometimes you have to look inside yourself and ask “What am I willing to put up with today?’ - Arin Hanson
149. Do you believe in ghosts? Yes
150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page? Were they blind or something? - Girl Interrupted
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A Million Eyes You Are The Brightest Blue - A CrissColfer Fic
Loosely based on this prompt: “You broke into my apartment drunk thinking it was your friend’s house and I should call the cops but my cat kinda likes you so we’re good” AU
Bc I can’t seem to stop writing, and was suddenly inspired to write a NYE fic. 
Word Count: 2215 AO3
*Title from A Great Big World’s This Is The New Year 
This is the third New Year’s Eve Chris has spent alone. He’s actually gotten so used to it that he no longer feels that sorry for himself. Living in downtown LA should’ve meant that he’d have made at least some friends, but clearly that hasn’t happened yet. Maybe it’s the fact that he’s a struggling college student slash writer who holes himself up in his too-small apartment, and gets his groceries delivered to his doorstep.
Maybe. Probably.
Chris has already set himself up for the night- several cans of diet coke are set out on the coffee table, along with some boxes of Thai takeout and all three Lord of the Rings movies lined up on Netflix. He’s about to settle himself on the couch, from where he probably won’t move for at least four or five hours, when there is an almighty crash in the hallway.
Chris’ heart almost stops, and in a flash of panic, he grabs the television remote, wielding it like like a weapon. He sits as still as he can, keeping his ears out for any more noises. This is it. This is totally the night he dies. He can almost imagine the headlines- Innocent Man Brutally Murdered By Thugs On New Year’s Eve: A Tragic Ending To The Year-
An excited yelp and a hiccup startle Chris out of thoughts of his imminent obituary, and he frowns in disbelief when he hears someone cooing animatedly, as if to a baby.
“Oh my god, you’re adorable- Jules totally didn’t say she had a cat- who are you, my lovely-”
Whoever it is, sounds either raving mad or incredibly drunk, and seems to have found Brian. Oh god. Brian. Brian, who must now be in the hands of a cold-blooded killer. Brian, who could just as well be about to join Chris in his fast-approaching grave.
Scrambling to the kitchen, he fumbles for a knife from the drawer, and picks up his phone, fingers already on the number 9. Pointing the knife away from him, he tiptoes over to the opening to the hallway.
Heart thudding in his throat, breathing shallow and fast, Chris is totally prepared to use the knife against a ferocious attack, but what greets him is not a psychotic serial killer who gets distracted with house pets before a murder. Instead, it’s a completely harmless looking man, sitting cross-legged on the ground, with a purring Brian in his lap.
Chris drops the knife.
It makes a clattering noise against the wood, and the burglar slash murderer slash cat whisperer looks up at him. Chris is immediately greeted with a blindingly enthusiastic smile.
“Heyy, man! You a friend of Jules?” he slurs, Brian falling out of his lap with a disgruntled yelp when he makes a move to get up and greet Chris.
Chris immediately backs away, brandishing his phone as a warning. “I am going to call the cops right now, if you don’t get out of this apartment.”
The man’s face falls almost comically, and for some reason Chris feels bad. The guy looks genuinely heartbroken.
“Wait, why? I know Jules, she’s like one of my best friends!”
Chris would probably feel like he was talking to a toddler were this guy not clearly a grown man in at least his early 20s, and also a very hot grown man at that. Which is totally an inappropriate thought to think about a felon, since breaking and entering is a felony in California, but Chris really can’t help himself.
He shakes himself out of rather un-PG thoughts of those dark curls and stubble, and brings his mind back to what the guy just said. “Who is Jules? Why would you think Jules lives here?”
The man’s (weirdly shaped yet insanely attractive) eyebrows furrow in confusion. “This isn’t Jules’ house?”
Chris groans exasperatedly. “No, this isn’t Jules’ house. Clearly, in your inebriated state, you’ve come to the wrong apartment. Broken and entered, actually.”
The man leans heavily against the wall. “I didn’t break anything. The door was open.”
Oh. Shit. Chris must’ve left the door open when he got his food from the delivery boy. Maybe not a felon, then.
“I’m Darren.”
He’s introducing himself, why is he introducing himself? Chris just wants to get back to his warm blankets and thai food, not make friends with a drunk stranger, no matter how hot he is.
“You also need to leave.” Chris means it in a firm way, but it just ends up sounding mean. Darren pouts and Chris winces. He looks like a puppy left out in the rain.
“Why?” Darren whines, and then his eyes flicker with recognition. “Oooh- are you with someone? Am I interrupting something?”
Chris flushes. “No, I’m not with anyone right now-”
“Wait, you’re alone? On New Year’s Eve?”
Chris stomps towards Darren, ignoring the fact that he could very well be walking straight to his death (what if he was just a really good actor?), and holds the door open wide. “Yes, I’m alone. And that’s not actually a bad thing. Maybe I want to be alone!”
Chris tries to make it sound confident and assured, but it ends up sounding painfully defensive.
Darren pouts again, and Chris almost melts. “Don’t you want company? I could be your company!”
Chris raises his eyebrows. “Don’t you have somewhere to be? Jules or someone?”
Darren waves his hand airily, thereby removing his anchoring on the wall, leading him to stumble precariously. Chris grabs his waist on instinct, ignoring how well it fits under his arm.
“Nah, I won’t miss much. Everyone’ll be smashed anyway.”
“Like you are?”
“I could sober up!”
Darren sounds almost hopeful, and Chris wonders why on earth he would be. In his ninja turtles t-shirt and shapeless pajama bottoms, Chris doesn’t really look like the most interesting person on the planet.
“I should be calling the cops.”
Darren waggles his eyebrows. “But you haven’t, even when you could have.” His grin is like the cheshire cat’s.
Chris can already feel himself caving. “Won’t your friends miss you?”
“Nah, they saw me yesterday. They’ll live.”
“You’re still drunk. I don’t want to have to babysit you.”
“Then catch up. We’ll both be drunk, and then you won’t have to babysit anyone.”
Chris narrows his eyes and lets go of Darren’s waist, wincing when he falls against the wall with a thud. “Why are you doing this?”
Darren looks confused. “Why am I doing what?”
“Why are you offering to hang out with me when you don’t even know me?”
“That’s how you get to know people. By hanging out?” Darren says it like he’s telling Chris that water is wet.
“But why me?”
“Well, I feel like you’d be more interesting than my drunk friends that I see like, every day, and plus you’re like, beautiful- in a surreal, elfin way.”
He’s drunk, Chris tries to assure himself. He’s drunk and he probably didn’t mean that.
“How are you still able to use words like that?” he asks instead.  
Darren shrugs, and leans his arm against the door so that it falls shut with a soft click. “I’m not that drunk.” As soon as he says it, his arm gives way, and he’s falling to the floor in a heap.
Chris rolls his eyes. “Clearly, I’ve got a lot of catching up to do.”
He tries to ignore the swooping sensation in his stomach when Darren whoops with glee.
***
“That is a lie.”
Darren’s sprawled over his couch, legs tangled with Chris’, while Chris watches from the other end. It’s probably weird, because they’ve literally only just met, but Chris is ready to start doing weird things. He’s also partway drunk, so it helps.
“There is no way you haven’t ever had a boyfriend.”
Chris raises his eyebrow and downs the rest of his glass of rum and diet coke. “Not a lie. No one wants to date me, and even if they did, I wouldn’t know. I barely ever go out.”
“But you’re like-” Darren gestures wildly. “Gorgeous.”
A pink blush joins the alcohol-induced redness on Chris’ face. There cannot be any way he looks gorgeous right now.
Darren however, is on a roll. “You’re also super fucking smart- you write for fuck’s sake, and you’re funny, and kind, and you let me into your house without even knowing who I was.”
“I’m also stupid, then.”
Darren’s gasps indignantly. “That was like the best decision ever! I am so glad you actually let me stay! I’ve never spent a New Year’s with someone like you.”
Chris suddenly feels sick. He sets down his empty glass, and curls up under the blankets. “I think I’ve drunk enough for one night.”
Darren seems to notice the change in the atmosphere. “Okay, then. I think you’re sufficiently caught up anyway.”
Chris suddenly feels bad, and decides to ask about Darren’s family. Darren’s eyes light up and it’s enough to ward away images of Darren with other people on New Year’s Eves, doing things that make Chris heart ache to think of.
***
“Do you have sparklers?”
Darren’s looking through Chris’ cupboards, and Chris is hoping that there’s a sufficient amount of healthy food in there so that he won’t be judged.
“Why do you want sparklers?”
“It’s New Year’s!”
“And?”
Darren stares at Chris like he’s sprouted two heads. “You light sparklers during New Years.”
“I know that, Darren.”
“Don’t you want to?”
Oh, and it’s back. The lost puppy face.
“Is it safe to light them inside?”
“We’ll go out on the balcony! Please?” Darren looks so excited that Chris finds himself caving, once again.
“I might have some left over from Hannah’s birthday party.”
Darren squeals like a little girl, and Chris tries not to think about how he’s already told him all about Hannah, and their relationship. He also tries to ignore the fact that no one he knows in LA has ever been close enough to him for him to even mention his sister.
Chris retrieves the sparklers, and suddenly Darren’s grabbing his hand, leading him out to the open balcony. The air is cooler that he expects, and sends a pleasant shiver up his spine.
“Seven minutes to midnight,” Darren whispers, and Chris startles.
Oh yeah. This is happening. He’s on a balcony with a gorgeous stranger (not a stranger anymore, Chris reminds himself), and they’re about to count down to the New Year. Said stranger also swings both ways, a useful tidbit of information Chris garnered when he told Darren he was gay, fully ready to kick him out if he even got the slightest whiff of homophobia.
They’ve got the sparklers and matches at the ready.
The mood is suddenly serious, standing out here in the open, wind whistling in their ears. There’s a distant pulse of music from one of the other apartments.
“Are you wishing for anything?” Chris asks quietly.
“Yeah.”
“Don’t tell me, or it won’t come true.”
Darren’s eyes glow amber in the moonlight. “Can I tell you if it does come true?”
“Are you that confident?”
Darren holds his gaze, lifting up Chris’ unlit sparkler to light it with a match. It fizzles to life immediately, bright and brilliant between them.
“More like hopeful,” he replies, using Chris’ sparkler to light his own. They’re one of the long ones that go on for several minutes instead of several seconds. They take turns drawing patterns in the sky, until Darren’s phone pings to let them know it’s almost midnight.
“I’ve never had a New Year’s kiss,” Chris whispers into the darkness. He doesn’t know why he says it.
“Neither have I.”
Chris turns to look at Darren in surprise. “That’s impossible.”
“Really. I always clear out as soon as they start the countdown.”
“Why?”
Their sparklers glitter closer to the ends of the sticks, and Darren gently takes Chris’ hand in his own to hold them away from their bodies.
“I guess I’ve never really wanted to have a New Year’s kiss that’s meaningless. They say the person who you kiss at New Years is the person you’ll spend the rest of the year with.”
“And you’ve never met someone you’d want to stay a year with?”
“I have.”
“And?”
They’ve somehow moved closer together, so that they’re sparklers are touching and there’s barely a hair’s breadth between their bodies.
“And I really don’t think a year’s enough.”
Fireworks explode out from behind them. Chris recognises them as the ones that are lit at Grand Park, in downtown LA.
“We missed the countdown-” Chris starts, and suddenly Darren’s kissing him, one hand cupping his jaw, and the other twined with Chris’ where their sparklers share a flame.
Darren’s kissing him, and it feels like the world just stopped turning.
Darren’s kissing him and all he knows is how soft his lips are and the feel of his hair under his fingers and the smell of sparkler smoke.
Darren’s kissing him, and Chris really just needs to know. He pulls away to rest his forehead on Darren’s, gasping slightly. His lips still tingle from the memory of Darren’s touch.
“Who was that someone you said that a year wouldn’t be enough with?”
Darren’s lashes brush Chris’ cheeks as he steals another kiss.
“You.”
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OC TAG - Willa Aveline Harlow
here’s another tagged thingy for willa...
QUESTIONS below:
1. What is your name? Hi, the name’s Willa. Most people call me Will tho.
2. Do you know why you were named that? I joke around, saying my mom wanted a boy named Will, but that’s all a lie lol. My name means resolute protection and my mom really liked how it sounded so there’s that.
3. Single or taken? *shows left hand with a huge smile* I’m married! Finally put a ring on Reed hahahah
4. Stop being a Mary Sue! …Um, okay?
5. What’s your eye color? They’re like a light blue.
6. How about hair color? Dark brown, my natural hair color.
7. Have you any family members? I have my husband, my parents, two older siblings, a niece and an adorable nephew. It just keeps getting bigger and bigger hehe.
8. Oh, how about pets? I have my precious doggo, Poe and then my beautiful snake named noodle. We might get a cat, but Reed and I are still talking about it
9. That’s cool, I guess. Now tell me something you don’t like? Hmm, I absolutely hate peas. They’re an abomination of a vegetable. I also don’t like shitty drivers, people who treat animals like crap, bitter tasting food, and unnecessary jumpscares in horror games.
10. Do you have any activities/hobbies that you like to do? Making and watching films! Uhhh, there’s also dancing, gardening, martial arts, and playing video games.
11. Have you ever hurt anyone in any way before? Yeah, probably emotionally. Not intentionally tho, I hate making people upset.
12. Ever… killed anyone before? No...why the hell is this a question??
13. What kind of animal are you? I honestly don’t know...I’ve been googling a ton of animals but there’s so many to choose from...they’re all so cool!!
14. Name your worst weaknesses. God, I’m full of them. Where do I even start....I cry a lot, huge worry wart, really anxious person and I’m very guarded as a person. I don’t let a lot of people in because I find it hard to trust people. I guess it’s because I’ve gotten screwed over so many times.
15. Do you look up to anyone at all? Not really. I admire people for their accomplishments and stuff, but I don’t like to put people on a pedestal. 
16. Are you straight, gay or bisexual? I’m pansexual
17. Do you go to school? Yeah, I have a degree in Film.
18. Ever want to marry and have kids one day? Well, I got one of those down hahah. Hmmm, kids? Maybe...maybe not, who knows, to be honest.
19. Do you have fangirls/fanboys? Surprisingly, yes. I’m happy that people like my work and everything, but I’ve had to sign my fair share of restraining orders because some people don’t know what the word privacy means.
20. What are you most afraid of? I guess dying....wow, it just got so dark hahaha...I’m just really scared of the unknown like what happens after...I don’t know, sorry...
21. What do you usually wear? It depends a lot on my mood. I really enjoy fashion so every day is different. One day, I’ll be in super bright colorful clothing with loads of pattern, the next day i’m in a frilly white dress.
22. What’s one food that tempts you? Cottage pie...yes, I know it typically has peas, but I make mine without that abomination of a vegetable.
23. Am I annoying you? Not really, it takes a lot to bother me.
24. Well, it’s not over! Okay!
25. What class are you (low class, middle class, high class)? I was born in a upper middle class family. My mom is one of the associate curators at the Met and my dad is one of the directors at the MoMA. He also teaches at the New School for Fine arts. I would still consider myself middle class, make enough to have financial stability.
26. How many friends do you have? Not as many as people would like to think. I have a decent amount of friends that I talk to on a daily basis. The rest are just acquaintances. I like my privacy so it takes time for me to warm up to people. Although, if you’re my friend, you already know we’re friends forever; ride or die kinda deal. Friendship means a lot to me.
27. What are your thoughts on pie? If you’re cottage or shepherd’s pie, hell yeah...the rest, i don’t care about.
28. Favorite drink? Any kind of fruit juice, especially lemonade. I’m not a huge fan of alcohol. I’m a huge lightweight... my limit is like two mixed drinks hahaha. I’m usually the mom of the group when my friends go out to drink.
29. What’s your favorite place? The New York Aquarium..my dad and I used to go there a lot. Lot of good memories were made there. That place was so magical to me when I was younger lol...
30. Are you interested in anyone? Yes, it’s my husband (in the distance, you can hear reed shouting my wife from the kitchen)
31. That was a stupid question. Was it?
32. Would you rather swim in a lake or the ocean? Neither, not a huge fan of deep bodies of water. I can’t swim either so it’s best if I just dip my toes into the water instead haha or let reed drag me around by his shoulders.
33. What’s your type? Hmmm....(in the distance, you can hear reed shouting me multiple times) I guess someone who’s humble and down to earth. Someone I can talk to every day without getting bored...like we never run out of things to talk about. I also like it if they’re funny and make me laugh until my stomach hurts. Oh! and smiles...I love it when people have a nice genuine smile and you can see the happiness in their eyes.
34. Any fetishes? ....*clears throat* I’m not letting myself get kink shame.
35. Camping or indoors? I prefer the indoors because I’m a huge homebody but whenever reed wants to go, I go. I know it makes him happy and s’mores are fucking delicious.
Well then, that’s it?...uhhh, well bye! hahaha
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Favorite (Katlaska) Chapter 5 - Aliena
AN: I am genuinely blown away by your lovely comments. Spoky, Miss Dandee, and everyone anonymous, I can’t thank you enough, it means the world. I hope you like this chapter.
Thankfully they have the next day off, no show, no travel, a rare but perfectly timed occurrence. Alaska feels better, the headache gone, only a slight fever and a cough remaining. Still, Katya forces her to remain in bed and keeps fussing over her. It’s weird, but rather sweet. When she tries to leave the bed, Katya literally sits on her, until she manages to convince her she’s only going to the bathroom. They’re catching up on Fashion Photo Ruview when Katya’s phone lights up with an incoming video call from Trixie. ”What the hell?” Trixie says, when she sees the two of them in bed. ”Isn’t it like, the afternoon over there? Is this what you do on your tours?” ”Alaska’s ill,” Katya says, and Alaska coughs meekly in support. ”And what’s your excuse?” Trixie scoffs. ”Shut up! I’m taking care of her. I’m not a real doctor, but I am a licensed raccoon hypnotherapist, and a hypochondriac, so I am more than qualified.” Trixie looks straight at Alaska. ”Is this a Misery type situation? Blink twice for yes, and I’ll call in the state troopers.” ”I’m being very well taken care of,” Alaska says, making her voice as robotic as she can. ”Katya is an excellent nurse.” She grunts as she receives an elbow in the side for her comments. ”No, Katya’s been lovely,” she says honestly and Katya beams at Trixie. ”See?” Trixie looks unconvinced. ”You obviously bring out a different side in Katya than most people,” she says. ”Ooh!” Katya exclaims, so sudden it makes Alaska jump. ”Trixie! Didn’t you have a date last night?” ”Yes,” Trixie says darkly. ”Ooh…” Katya winces. ”On a scale from zero to three Pomeranians and a floor to ceiling poster of Bonnie Hunt, how bad was it?” ”Okay, first of all, we can’t have the three Pomeranians and Bonnie Hunt on the scale, because that’s in a league completely of its own, and nothing will ever compare.” Trixie sighs. ”And second… it might actually have been worse.” ”How can it be worse?” Alaska is intrigued. Trixie smiles grimly. ”So, we met on Grindr, and he was funny and really cute, and we decided to meet up. I suggested we’d meet at a bar, but he wanted to to meet at a coffee shop. I figure maybe he’s sober, that’s fine, some of my best friends are sober. Actually, when I say best friends, I mean distant acquaintances who have nothing better to do than to lie around in bed all day while some of us have already been to the gym before breakfast.” ”Tracy,” Katya interrupts mildly. ”Stay on topic.” ”Fine!” Trixie says and rolls her eyes. ”Anyway, I get to the coffee shop and the guy is there, and I realize that the picture he used wasn’t of him. That happens, it’s annoying, but i not necessarily a deal breaker. Because that’s how desperate I’ve become. But, it turns out the picture he used was of his older brother. His very older brother. Because this guy, was 15 fucking years old.” Alaska and Katya gasp in unison, and Katya grabs hold of Alaska’s arm tightly. ”No fucking way,” she whispers loudly. ”Yes fucking way!” Trixie exclaims. ”He had braces! He basically looked like me in the conjoined twins challenge! Only with acne. And he insisted he wanted to buy me coffee, which he could totally do, because he’d stolen his mom’s credit card!” She groans loudly. ”I hate my life!” Alaska bursts out laughing, and immediately covers her mouth with her hand. ”Sorry!” she says, her voice muffled. ”I’m sorry, but…” She starts giggling again when she hears Katya snort with laughter. ”No, it’s fine,” Trixie says flatly. ”I’m so glad the fact that I will live the rest of my life alone and die alone and get eaten by my cats is amusing to you. And I don’t even have cats! So I’ll have to rely on stray cats breaking into my house. Because that’s my life now.” ”Yeah, but Grindr sucks, though,” Katya says. ”That’s why I never use it, I just…” ”No!” Trixie interrupts her, ”I am not taking dating advice from someone who hooks up in drag ninety percent of the time, and who hasn’t been on an actual normal date with a non-married, non-straight man in the last decade.” Katya splutters. ”That’s not… entirely true.” She ponders it for a moment. ”It’s mostly true, but not entirely.” Trixie ignores her. ”Alaska! You’re a normal sort of person.” Alaska blinks. ”Thank you?” ”What do you use? Grindr? Craigslist? Scruff? How do you make it work?” ”Oh, I never use anything like that,” Alaska says, causing both Katya and Trixie to stare at her. ”Never. It could be anybody.” ”As demonstrated by me, Trixie Mattel at your service. You’re welcome.” Trixie stands up to curtsey, and Alaska golf claps. Katya is still staring at her. ”How do you hook up then?” Alaska shrugs, which is hard, since Katya is still clinging to her arm. ”I don’t know, meeting people in clubs, through friends.” ”See, that’s my problem,” Trixie says. ”I need better friends!” ”Bitch!” Katya exclaims. ”Yeah, well when did you last introduce me to any eligible bachelors, Barbara?” Katya grimaces. ”All the bachelors I know are very much ineligible.” ”What about you?” Trixie asks Alaska. ”Any single, available friends?” ”I suppose,” Alaska says. She mentally catalogues her single gay friends, but somehow none of them seems suitable for Trixie. ”I just don’t think any of them are good enough for you.” Trixie nods sagely. ”And that’s my other problem. I’m just too good, period. I’m destined to live out my life as a legend, icon and star alone, above every one else. Just like Jesus.” ”Just one of the many similarities,” Katya says. ”And anyway, don’t all of your friends want to fuck Katya?” Trixie asks with a sigh. ”That’s true,” Alaska admits. ”I’m still baffled by that.” She really isn’t. Katya turns to Alaska, with an affronted face. ”And why don’t you introduce them to me? I’m not picky, they’ll be good enough.” Alaska looks Katya up and down. ”Well, yes, but are you good enough for them?” ”You beast!” Katya drops the phone to grab the pillow from behind her and whack it in in Alaska’s face, making her splutter with laughter. Once they’ve stopped shoving each other like five-year-olds, Trixie has ended the call.   ”I just wish she’d meet someone who’s good enough for her,” Katya sighs, as she’s writing a groveling text to Trixie, apologizing for ignoring her in her time of need. ”She’s such a good person! She deserves someone who’s perfect.” Alaska thinks of the way Trixie looked at Katya during the call, the way she always looks at Katya, and the way she speaks of Katya, with so much fondness it makes Alaska’s heart ache a little for her. She has a  suspicion Trixie’s already found that person, but it’s not really her place to mention it. As Katya puts her phone to the side, she asks her about something else she’s been wondering about instead.   ”Is it true what Trixie said?” ”Probably,” Katya says, and snuggles closer to Alaska. It took Alaska a while to adjust to how touchy Katya is, but now she takes it in stride. ”Which part?” ”The part about you hooking up in drag ninety percent of the time.” ”Oh, that.” Katya frowns thoughtfully. ”Probably not as high as ninety percent, but yeah.” Alaska stares at her. ”Seriously? You’ve had sex more times in drag than out of drag?” Katya nods. ”Oh, definitely.” ”I mean, I knew you were that kind of girl, but really?” Katya shrugs. ”There was that year when I had sex with pretty much a third of the male population in Boston in drag. I don’t do it as much anymore, but I’d have to work really hard to even out the numbers after that. Also, it’s easier. Katya is beautiful, on a good day. Brian, eh, not so much.” ”Well, that’s bullshit,” Alaska says without thinking. ”But I just don’t really understand the appeal, I guess,” she continues, determined not to blush at the look on Katya’s face. ”I have had sex in drag, several times. But it feels weird, like I’m not myself when I do that.” Katya shrugs, with a self-deprecating grin. ”Well, back in those days, that was pretty much the idea.” She meets Alaska’s eyes and groans. ”Don’t look at me like that. It was all completely safe and consensual. Well, maybe not always entirely safe, but I knew what I was doing. I liked it! I’m glad I’m not living my life like that any more, but you know.” She shrugs again. ”Don’t look at me differently. Don’t look at me like I’m a victim.” Alaska wasn’t aware she had done that. ”Sorry,” she says, and then, curiously. ”How do I usually look at you?” She’s expecting a joking answer, but Katya bites her lip thoughtfully. ”I’m not sure,” she says slowly. ”I’m trying to figure it out.” ”But you still do it, right?” Alaska asks when Katya doesn’t continue on that track. ”Have sex in drag?” ”Sure,” Katya says, grinning again. ”Not for the same reasons though. I just think it’s hot.” An image flashes through Alaska’s mind, Katya, her red lipstick smeared, blond wig messed up, skirt hitched above her waist, looking up from under her fake lashes. Her mouth goes dry. ”Yeah, I can see that,” she says, her voice amazingly not wavering. They only have two shows left on this leg of the tour. The first one goes off without a hitch, the second one is two hours delayed due to a power cut. When they get back to the hotel they’re dead on their feet and Alaska falls asleep while Katya is still in the bathroom. She’s awakened the next morning by Katya swearing. It’s still mostly dark in the room, but once she’s managed to get her eyes completely opened she notices that the light in the bathroom is on, and that the door is slightly open, releasing a tiny bit of light into the room. Katya is just a dark shadow over by the door, still cursing under her breath. Alaska sighs, sits up and turns the bedside light on. ”What the fuck are you doing?” she asks, as Katya jumps by the sudden increase of light. ”Sorry,” Katya says. ”I didn’t mean to wake you.” ”What are you doing up at…” Alaska checks her phone and groans”… 5.43 in the morning?” ”I’m packing, I need to leave in half an hour. And I was trying not to wake you, so I didn’t turn on the light, and since I didn’t see anything I stubbed my toe into the desk chair.” Right. Alaska had almost managed to forget. The rest of them are leaving for more Christmas Queens shows, and she’s going to Dublin with the AAA girls. ”So what, you were just going to sneak out without saying goodbye?” It comes out less jokingly than she meant it to, but it still makes Katya smile. ”I would never,” she says, coming over the bed and sitting down on top of the covers. She’s dressed in jeans and a sweater, her feet still bare. ”I just thought I’d let you sleep for as long as possible.” She leans her head against Alaska’s shoulder and yawns. ”I appreciate the thought.” Alaska pets Katya hair absentmindedly and then she frowns. ”Katya, you’re bleeding.” There’s a tiny trickle of blood running down Katya’s big toe on her right foot. Katya starts to rise from the bed but Alaska holds her back. ”Don’t move. You’ll get blood on the carpet.” She gets out of bed and heads into the bathroom, rummaging around in her wash bag until she finds a plaster, and then dampens a wad of toilet paper under the tap. She gets into bed again, pulling Katya’s foot into her lap. She wipes of the blood, and then neatly puts on the plaster. ”There,” she says, giving the foot a gentle squeeze. ”As good as new.” Katya wriggles her toes experimentally. ”Aren’t you going to kiss it better?” she says cheekily. Before Alaska really has a chance to realize what she’s doing, she bends down and presses her lips against the top of Katya’s foot. When she looks up Katya’s eyes are wide. ”There, all better,” she says meekly, and is relieved when there’s a knock on the door. She almost jumps out of bed to open it, revealing Detox on the other side. Detox doesn’t look surprised to find her in Katya’s room, and Alaska briefly wonders, not for the first time, what the others are really thinking about the two of them. ”Morning,” Detox says, her voice gravelly. She looks over Alaska’s shoulder to Katya. ”You ready? Apparently we’re in for a treat, snowstorms galore in Canada.” ”Sure, just give me two minutes,” Katya says, pulling on her socks and shoes. Detox nods and opens her arms to Alaska for a hug, which Alaska willingly provides. ”Take care,” she says into Alaska’s shoulder. ”See you soon.” ”You too,” Alaska says, as Detox steps back and gives her a kiss on the cheek. Detox smiles and moves down the hotel corridor, leaving the door open. Alaska turns to Katya, who is just putting on her jacket. She steps aside as Katya picks up her suitcase and puts it down outside the door, turning on the threshold to face Alaska. ”Well,” she says, looking about as awkward as Alaska feels. ”Have fun in Dublin. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” ”That rules out absolutely nothing,” Alaska says, making Katya smile. ”Have fun in…” she breaks off to shake her head. ”I don’t remember where you’re going.” ”Vancouver.” ”That’s nice.” Katya nods. ”If we get there. With the snowstorm and all.” ”Well, you look dressed for it,” Alaska says, looking at Katya’s thin jacket. ”Hang on.” She reaches for her scarf, hanging on a hook beside the door. ”Here.” She wraps it around Katya’s neck, rearranging it until both ends are equally long. If she’s touching Katya’s neck slightly more than necessary in doing so, neither of them mention it. ”Thank you,” Katya says, and then, ”Alaska, I…” Alaska never finds out what Katya was going to say, because she’s already kissing her, wrapping her arms around Katya’s neck, her hand in Katya’s hair. She would like to pretend that she takes herself by surprise in doing so, but that would be a lie. She’s been thinking about this for weeks, maybe months. Perhaps she hasn’t imagined it happening in a hotel corridor while she is half asleep and Katya is leaving, but at least it’s finally happening. She releases a breath she didn’t know she was holding when Katya responds, parting her lips for Alaska, her hands coming up to rest on Alaska’s hips. She’s never had a first kiss with someone she knows as well she knows Katya before. Usually a first kiss is the opportunity to note how someone smells, what their skin feels like, what they sound like. But she’s already familiar with the mix of almonds and smoke that clings to Katya, the way Katya’s hair is soft under her fingers, the way Katya’s hands are never still.  The way Katya’s tongue feels against hers is new though, as are the little sounds Katya makes when Alaska’s fingers tighten in her hair, and Alaska wants more of it, wants to learn more about the little things that make up Katya. But there’s a pointed cough from further down the corridor, and when they break apart, too sudden and unexpected, Detox is just a few feet away, smiling apologetically. ”We really need to go,” she says. Katya nods, not looking at her but at Alaska. She looks a little bit lost. ”So, I guess I’ll see you New Year’s?” Alaska nods, feeling overwhelmed. She wants to say something, anything, but she just looks on as Katya grabs her suitcase. And then, just like that, Katya is gone, following Detox down the long corridor. Alaska slowly closes the door behind them, and sinks down to the floor. Oh, fuck.
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I FUCKING WILL (im so sorry followers)
1. Who was the last person you held hands with?
Meagan
2. Are you outgoing or shy?
I’m pretty outgoing
3. Who are you looking forward to seeing?
Family again
4. Are you easy to get along with?
Depends if you have the same sense of humor as me. If we don’t, I can come off a bit strong. If we do, we’ll be just fine.
5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you?
Lmao no
6. What kind of people are you attracted to?
My type seems to be “can kill me with their pinky and has colorful hair”
7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now?
Who knows? Gotta stay positive :)
8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind?
My friend Mandy :P
9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?
Not even a little
10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?
Probably Royce over at @hero-of-pixels​
11. What does the most recent text that you sent say?
“fIGHT ME”
12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?
The Dirt Whispered by Rise Against
R U Mine? by Arctic Monkeys
Looking Too Closely by Fink
Pedal to the Metal by Lazerhawk
Royals by Lorde (its old but fight me)
13. Do you like it when people play with your hair?
yES
14. Do you believe in luck and miracles?
I believe that sometimes rare things happen for no particular reason at all.
15. What good thing happened this summer?
I moved to Edmonton!
16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?
Ye!
17. Do you think there is life on other planets?
I hold the popular belief that our known realm is so unfathomably big that to presume that no other instance of creation could result in life other than our own is unlikely and unreasonable.
18. Do you still talk to your first crush?
HELL NAH we’re nothing a like I only liked her bc she was quirky
19. Do you like bubble baths?
Hell yeah, I need to take more of those.
20. Do you like your neighbors?
The guy in the room next to me sings opera after 11 pm which was funny for the first week but not it really sucks.
21. What are you bad habits?
Biting my nails, coping in unhealthy ways, blaming myself for other people being dumb.
22. Where would you like to travel?
Europe, just all of it.
23. Do you have trust issues?
Yeye
24. Favorite part of your daily routine?
Getting home :P
25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with?
Chest
26. What do you do when you wake up?
Take meds and get ready for class.
27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker?
In the summer I get tanned to the same tone my dad is and I like the colour because it allows me to actually have people believe me when I tell them that I’m very native (which I am).
28. Who are you most comfortable around?
I really don’t know anymore, sorry.
29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up?
Literally not one, not once.
30. Do you ever want to get married?
Dude getting married would be so rad like being bound to someone you love n shit? Rad.
31. Is your hair long enough for a pony tail?
Nah
32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with?
Eliza Taylor and Emma Stone probs.
33. Spell your name with your chin.
your name with your chin
also
ol8iuvfc
34. Do you play sports? What sports?
I play competitive dodgeball.
35. Would you rather live without TV or music?
TV easily
36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them?
ALL the time honestly.
37. What do you say during awkward silences?
I’ll either say something weird to draw attention like “how many times would a dude have to fuck a soup for it to become a chowder” or say something obviously awkward like “so.....nice weather huh?”
38. Describe your dream girl/guy?
I like short girls, colorful hair, with a sharp wit and probably ten times smarter than me. A good sense of humor goes a long way. 
39. What are your favorite stores to shop in?
Steam, Amazon, and DMV
40. What do you want to do after high school?
I am attending University
41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?
I believe if they have earned it and genuinely want change.
42. If you’re being extremely quiet what does it mean?
I am either very distressed or very uncomfortable.
43. Do you smile at strangers?
I do!
44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?
Launch me into space. I don’t even need a space suit just fucken do it.
45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning?
Dedication and motivation to improve myself.
46. What are you paranoid about?
Being out of the loop or different.
47. Have you ever been high?
Yep
48. Have you ever been drunk?
Yep
49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about?
Not particularly
50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore?
Navy blue :P
51. Ever wished you were someone else?
I did, and do here and there.
52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself?
Appearance.
53. Favourite makeup brand?
I don’t use enough to give an opinion.
54. Favourite store?
I could spend hours in a boardgame cafe.
55. Favourite blog?
erudit0.tumblr.com
56. Favourite colour?
BLUUUUE
57. Favourite food?
I would sell my body for a good stir fry.
58. Last thing you ate?
French fries
59. First thing you ate this morning?
Subway
60. Ever won a competition? For what?
We won a dodgeball tournament earlier in the year.
61. Been suspended/expelled? For what?
I called my religion teacher in my christian school a creepy racist sexist homophobic pig.
62. Been arrested? For what?
A friend of mine was in an ambulance and I covered for him for police (EMTs knew everything though)
63. Ever been in love?
I think so.
64. Tell us the story of your first kiss?
We were drunk and she was hot.
65. Are you hungry right now?
I’m currently eating, but yes.
66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends?
I don’t really have any tumblr friends, but a couple people on here are super cool :)
67. Facebook or Twitter?
Twitter
68. Twitter or Tumblr?
Tumblr
69. Are you watching tv right now?
Nope
70. Names of your bestfriends?
Royce, Mandy, Alice, and Max
71. Craving something? What?
Attention and validation, also stir fry.
72. What colour are your towels?
Gray
72. How many pillows do you sleep with?
Two
73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?
I have a distinct lack of stuffed animals.
74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have?
Like one.
75. Favourite animal?
I’m a fan of Owls.
76. What colour is your underwear?
Gray
77. Chocolate or Vanilla?
Vanilla
78. Favourite ice cream flavour?
Oreo
79. What colour shirt are you wearing?
Blue
80. What colour pants?
Blue jeans
81. Favourite tv show?
I’m really liking Brooklyn Nine-Nine
82. Favourite movie?
I really like Inception, Serenity, Rogue One, and The Grand Budapest Hotel
83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2?
Never seen either
84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street?
I’ve only seen 21 Jump Street
85. Favourite character from Mean Girls?
The mom is Amy Poehler so that’s cool
86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo?
CRUSH
87. First person you talked to today?
Alice
88. Last person you talked to today?
You, anon.
89. Name a person you hate?
Trump
90. Name a person you love?
My friends
91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?
A few, but I don’t resort to violence unless in self-defence
92. In a fight with someone?
Yeah.
93. How many sweatpants do you have?
A lot cause I love myself.
94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have?
A lot cause I love myself
95. Last movie you watched?
Rogue One
96. Favourite actress?
I have a lot of respect for Ellen Page
97. Favourite actor?
Keanu Reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeves
98. Do you tan a lot?
I naturally tan in the summer.
99. Have any pets?
I have a cat and a dog back home.
100. How are you feeling?
I’m holding up
101. Do you type fast?
Not as fast as I used to.
102. Do you regret anything from your past?
I try not to, but yes.
103. Can you spell well?
I like to think I can.
104. Do you miss anyone from your past?
See 102.
105. Ever been to a bonfire party?
Yep!
106. Ever broken someone’s heart?
Unfortunately I have
107. Have you ever been on a horse?
Hell yeah
108. What should you be doing?
Homework
109. Is something irritating you right now?
Ye
110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt?
YEP
111. Do you have trust issues?
You already asked this
112. Who was the last person you cried in front of?
Jon
113. What was your childhood nickname?
Toucey (pronounced Tukey)
114. Have you ever been out of your province/state?
Ye!
115. Do you play the Wii?
Not often
116. Are you listening to music right now?
I am!
117. Do you like chicken noodle soup?
There’s better soup
118. Do you like Chinese food?
Ye!
119. Favourite book?
The Hunger Games
120. Are you afraid of the dark?
I used to be but I’m good now.
121. Are you mean?
I can come off as mean but I honestly don’t intend to.
122. Is cheating ever okay?
Only if the cheater is in a situation that it would be unsafe for them to be upfront.
123. Can you keep white shoes clean?
Nah
124. Do you believe in love at first sight?
Nope, that would be lust
125. Do you believe in true love?
I do
126. Are you currently bored?
A bit, but I might go in the lounge to fix that.
127. What makes you happy?
Friends, creating, feeling accepted
128. Would you change your name?
Nope!
129. What your zodiac sign?
Gemini but like, but less than 2 hours from Cancer
130. Do you like subway?
Yes to both kinds.
131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?
That would literally never happen
132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?
Answered
133. Favourite lyrics right now?
“This one’s for the boys with the boomin’ system, top down AC with the coolin’ system”
134. Can you count to one million?
Probably? Never tried.
135. Dumbest lie you ever told?
I’m not high
136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed?
Closed and locked
137. How tall are you?
6′2
138. Curly or Straight hair?
Curly :D
139. Brunette or Blonde?
Brunette
140. Summer or Winter?
Summer
141. Night or Day?
Night
142. Favourite month?
June
143. Are you a vegetarian?
Nope
144. Dark, milk or white chocolate?
White chocolate!
145. Tea or Coffee?
Coffee
146. Was today a good day?
It was alright
147. Mars or Snickers?
Snickers
148. What’s your favourite quote?
“ “Destiny guides our fortunes more favorably than we could have expected. Look there, Sancho Panza, my friend, and see those thirty or so wild giants, with whom I intend to do battle and kill each and all of them, so with their stolen booty we can begin to enrich ourselves. This is nobel, righteous warfare, for it is wonderfully useful to God to have such an evil race wiped from the face of the earth.""What giants?" Asked Sancho Panza."The ones you can see over there," answered his master, "with the huge arms, some of which are very nearly two leagues long.""Now look, your grace," said Sancho, "what you see over there aren't giants, but windmills, and what seems to be arms are just their sails, that go around in the wind and turn the millstone.""Obviously," replied Don Quijote, "you don't know much about adventures.” ― Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra, Don Quixote “
149. Do you believe in ghosts?
I’m not sure
150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page?
“The announcement from the Ministry of Plenty ended on another trumpet call andgave way to tinny music. Parsons, stirred to vague enthusiasm by the bombardmentof figures, took his pipe out of his mouth.“
1984, George Orwell
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THERE YOU GO  
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Draft of a story that I probably won't get started number 1
Do you ever just feel like everything is wrong in your life and nothing else you do will make everything feel right or okay again? I didn't expect everything to be this horrible. I mean, come on I'm only 18. I guess I still have up to 61 to 63 or so years ahead of me if statistics are to be believed. That and if I actually lived healthy. Could you just imagine, me, a relatively young girl, would be leaving this planet a little too early? It's funny. I haven't even had time to find a boyfriend, or have my first kiss, or ride a car, or find out Victoria's Secret. There's still a lot of possibilities to be explored, things to be done, life to be lived.
But alas, I've had enough. You would think I had a rather easy life, well, then yeah I guess I would expect that too. I mean except for the fact that my father oftentimes beats me senseless whenever he's drunk, the fact that my general appearance warrants me the label of "weak" which would pave the way to "bully this poor fucker because come on she's weak", and that I have no mother to support me or any sisters or brothers to be by my side and hopefully protect me, then yes, i would say that I have a pretty easy life.
I know what you're thinking. Why not just run away, live somewhere. Anywhere. But that's the thing. I can't run away. In a literal sense, I am asthmatic, so any running would immediately make me keel over gasping for air that I can never ever have. Figuratively, I am afraid of going anywhere. Kind of a stupid reason, I know. You would expect that I'd be a total rebel because of the previous shits I had to endure, but no. It actually made me more scared to go anywhere, fearing that my appearance as a small, innocent (very farfetched), and defenseless little girl would open my very being to much more horrible experiences compared to being used as a punching bag.
With those out of the way, one option is very clear to me now. Yep. The coward's way out. To be fair, I've been thinking of killing myself for quite some time now, ever since the accident that took my mother away which in turn made my father to the monster he is currently, but surprisingly I haven't had the nerve to try it yet. I guess it's the fact that I'd never try it again if I might suddenly like the experience. But I guess I was, again, scared of doing it. I'm a scaredy cat if it isn't all that apparent now. Killing myself right now would instantly mean no experiencing love, riding a car, going to new places, meeting new and genuinely good people, trying new things, and just living a wonderful life without all of this things I am currently going through weighing me down. I had this vision of me, an angel, being reborn with wings half my size to take me the fuck out of here, but I guess I was having a one way express trip to below. Or I don't know really. The concept of heaven and hell seems to odd for me. Be good and you go up. Be bad and you'll go down. Well what about the boring ones who don't have any necessary contributions to the planet even after their death? Where do they go? The Purgatory?
Alright, contemplating the constructs of religion aside, let's do this. Now. I've been thinking about it, and I came up with these options. One, I use that old rope I found in the dump last week to hang myself like a piñata (and hope my father doesn't bring a baseball bat to crack my ribs open and feast on my entrails, that monster) but of course I still have no idea where to hang this and if my knot tying would be sufficient to hold my entire body off the ground long enough for air to not get to my lungs. Two is and overdose of seemingly expired antibiotics I found left alone in the refrigirator. And three would be me slicing my wrists open to hopefully cut up one of the veins inside and let me bleed to death. Plus I honestly kind of want to see the insides of my wrists. See where the bones are.
Let's see. I might have a slight problem with the whole hanging thing. If you happen to see me, well you'd actually wonder if my father fucked a tree or something because I am pretty tall, taller than my father in fact. I could have used that in my advantage, but let's be real here we're humans not animals. Size doesn't intimidate in the human world unfortunately. Problem is, our house isn't exactly a mansion, so the ceiling here does not reach to the heavens. It's not like I live in the attic though. It's just that my height would ensure that I can still touch the ground when I hang myself, and that would look pretty stupid. I mean come on, imagine, me, hanging there wanting death to embrace me, and it would just look like I'm doing a mock representation of a real life Hangman. My father would have laughed his head off. Well then. Hanging is out, which leaves either an overdose or live dissection. I can't decide damn it. A dissection could work, but I don't have anything sharp around here. Even I know the knife in the kitchen couldn't halve a tomato even if I tried to sharpen it. Well then. there goes my plan of studying the human anatomy. What a miss. I guess I have no other choice.
I get up from my bed and get the carton from my table across the room. I twirl it around, reading the name of the drug. Duragesic. Fentanyl, a type of opioid, one of the common substances abused by people who have nothing else to do or to lose. I slowly open it, looking at the contents. For a few minutes, I continue to stare at the white tablets. Do I really want to do this? Of course you do. But am I ready for the consequences? Oh so don't tell me you like being spanked. What the fuck is that supposed to mean? You know what I mean .No I do not want to get beaten up by my father screw you. Stop it please. I place the bottle back on the table and hold my head. Thinking hurts so much. I wish I could turn this off. Come on Liz. Breathe. In and out, just like Mom taught you. Count to ten. to twenty. A hundred. There you go. I pick up the bottle again. I guess I do have nothing to lose, huh. I tip the bottle in my open palm, the contents spilling out. A handful. Is this enough? God, I hope so. I don't want to get woken up by that pig. I walk back to my bed, getting the bottle of water from the bedside table. Now or never. I place the tablets in my mouth, making the handful fit in my cheeks. I drink some of the water, feeling some of the tablets slide down my throat. I stop drinking and forcefully gulp the remaining ones down my stomach and empty the bottle of water.
I immediately feel weird. Drowsy. I lie down, with a smile on my face, I realized I haven't written any goodbye letters to anyone. But who gives a shit to Freaky Lizzy who lost her mother at a young age and is now stuck with an insecure father who doesn't give a damn about his remaining daughter woop woop. I am now free you little shits. Finally. Now no one can hurt me anymore. I am free.
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"Hey."
"Psst. Are you dead?"
"Hellooo?"
Who is that? Am I in heaven? No that voice sounds annoying, this must be hell. Great. I hope the place isn't filled with the smoke coming from charred sinners because my asthma will act up. I don't smell anything though. Am I in heaven? Screw it. I open my eyes, and I really want to scream. I can't move, but I recognize that dull gray ceiling with that irremovable red stain that I previously thought as blood as my ceiling. What the fuck? Don't tell me the afterlife takes on the form of where you last died because come on that's just stupid. What time is it? The ceiling light is open, so based on common sense, yes it is night time. I can feel my muscles now. I move my fingers slowly, removing the numbness out of it. I slowly try to sit upright, my back aching from the movement. I gasp as I stumble back, leaning my head to the wall because apparently I lost my bones in the process. "God, why does it feel like I've been dead for a few days?" I mumble to myself. "That's because you are", says a voice somewhere on my right side. I turn around, so fast that I feel like I sprained my neck after, and see. . . a boy. He's leaning at my door, leg stretched out, arms crossed in front of him. "Well, not dead, apparently, but you have been sleeping for 3 days", continues the boy, looking straight at me, not realizing that I might be losing my mind here. 3 days? Asleep? Not dead? A part of me wants to cheer OH MY GOD WHAT I JUST ESCAPED DEATH AHA THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO WORK ACCORDING TO STATISTICS OF PEOPLE OVERDOSING ON OPIOIDS and a part of me is all OH MY GOD DOES THIS MEAN OH NO FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCKING FUCK. While this two ideas were battling for dominance inside my head, I didn't realize that I was still staring directly to whoever this person is. I take in his appearance. He looks like every boy who happens to be at the so called emo stage, wearing a My Chemical Romance shirt, black jeans, black earrings, and a black watch. Jesus is this guy colorblind? I mean, the looks suits well, but come on. The black is so excessive it's almost a crime. As I stare at this mysterious individual, I continue to figure out the possible ways this particuar event has occured. He removes himself from the door suddenly, making me jump, though fortunately he didn't see. He crosses my room and stands still in front of my window, or shall I call that little piece of rectangular glass that allows me to see the outside world.
"Your father is dead", he blurts out. I'm pretty sure I misheard. I turn around again, seeing the back of his raven haired head. "What?" I ask in a daze. "I'm pretty sure you heard me," he replied without even looking. I removed my stare from his back to the wall in front of me. Many times I thought of the day when this would happen. When Nature, or I guess the Underworld would take back Her creation.
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1. Who was the last person you held hands with? I don’t remember. 
2. Are you outgoing or shy? I can be outgoing, and I mostly am, but I’ve got a shy side to me.
3. Who are you looking forward to seeing? No one, really.
4. Are you easy to get along with? Yeah.
5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you? I don’t like anyone.
6. What kind of people are you attracted to? Funny, caring and compassionate people with a good ear for music. 
7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now? I have no idea.
8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind? No one.
9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable? Not at all.
10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with? I think it was with a friend.
11. What does the most recent text that you sent say? “Yes, I’m so sorry. I totally forgot. Next week on tuesday would fit perfectly!”
12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now? SWMRS - D’You Have A Car?
SWMRS - Miss Yer Kiss
SWMRS - Harry Dean
Waterparks - Royal
Neck Deep - Can’t Kick Up the Roots
(Yes, I’m loving SWMRS right now.
13. Do you like it when people play with your hair?
Nah.
14. Do you believe in luck and miracles? No.
15. What good thing happened this summer? I had a lot of fun with friends. I also reconnected with a friend.
16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? Dunno.
17. Do you think there is life on other planets? Yeah, it would be really wierd if this planet was the only one with life on it.
18. Do you still talk to your first crush? No.
19. Do you like bubble baths? Sure.
20. Do you like your neighbors? They’re fine I guess. One of neighbours’s kids are really obnoxious though.
21. What are you bad habits? I tend to compare myself to others.
22. Where would you like to travel? So many places... Amsterdam, Australia, more places in the UK, Greece, the US, Peru...
23. Do you have trust issues? Kinda. 
24. Favorite part of your daily routine? Eating dinner.
25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with? My teeth. 
26. What do you do when you wake up? Check the time.
27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker? I don’t really care.
28. Who are you most comfortable around? My best friends.
29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up? I don’t have any exes.
30. Do you ever want to get married? I’m not sure.
31. Is your hair long enough for a pony tail? Yeah.
32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with? Uhmm... Oli Sykes and his girlfriend. That’d be something.  
33. Spell your name with your chin. Nope I’m in public lol.
34. Do you play sports? What sports? I don’t. I suck at it. 
35. Would you rather live without TV or music? TV, for sure.
36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them? Yep.
37. What do you say during awkward silences? I usually try to come up with some boring question. Like “so what class are you in?” or something lol. Or I call out the awkwardness, because that tends to make people laugh. It can be really relieving. 
38. Describe your dream girl/guy?
That’s really hard... My dream girl would be tattooed, with long hair, maybe dyed? She’d have kind of a grungey style and really good taste in music. She’d be compassionate, funny and intelligent. She’d be a musician!!
My dream guy would be tall, tattooed. Kinda lanky. He’d also have a grungey style lol. He’d be genuine and nice to people, with a compassionate mind and intelligence. He’d also have a good taste in music. He can be a musician too!! I mean, the gender of them doesn’t really matter, I have the same taste eitherway lol.
39. What are your favorite stores to shop in?
Monki, Weekday and second hand. I also love Urban Outiftters, although it’s really expensive.
40. What do you want to do after high school? I probably want to just get a job and chill for some time. Maybe travel?
41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance? No, not everyone. It depends on what they did. 
42. If you’re being extremely quiet what does it mean? I’m usually quiet if I’m tired or sad. 
43. Do you smile at strangers? I try to do it more, because I’ve got resting bitch face lol.
44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean? Space. I’m kinda scared of water.
45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning?
Knowing that if I skip school I’m fucked.
46. What are you paranoid about?
People. I feel like everyone around me has the potential of being murderers.
47. Have you ever been high? I have not.
48. Have you ever been drunk? I have.
49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about? Yup.
50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore? I’m wearing a blue one now.
51. Ever wished you were someone else? Yeah.
52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself? I wish I wasn’t this anxious.
53. Favourite makeup brand? Nyx and Kat Von D.
54. Favourite store? I’ve already answered this...
55. Favourite blog? I don’t read blogs
56. Favourite colour? Yellow and black.
57. Favourite food? Indian and thai.
58. Last thing you ate? I had a sandwich.
59. First thing you ate this morning? That sandwich lol.
60. Ever won a competition? For what? Yeah, but not something serious.
61. Been suspended/expelled? For what? I have not.
62. Been arrested? For what?
I have not.
63. Ever been in love? No.
64. Tell us the story of your first kiss? At a party, it was bad.
65. Are you hungry right now? Nope.
66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends? I don’t really have Tumblr friends.
67. Facebook or Twitter? Twitter, I hate Facebook.
68. Twitter or Tumblr? I can’t choooose....
69. Are you watching tv right now? I am not.
70. Names of your bestfriends? Not gonna say their names.
71. Craving something? What? No.
72. What colour are your towels? Mostly white.
72. How many pillows do you sleep with? Two.
73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals? No.
74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have? Maybe one.
75. Favourite animal? Cat.
76. What colour is your underwear? Black.
77. Chocolate or Vanilla? Vanilla.
78. Favourite ice cream flavour? Mint chocolate chip.
79. What colour shirt are you wearing? Blue.
80. What colour pants? Dark grey.
81. Favourite tv show? American Horror Story, Orange is the New Black, Black Mirror, Sense 8... Orphan Black!
82. Favourite movie? The Shawshank Redemption!
83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2? The original of course.
84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street? Mean Girls.
85. Favourite character from Mean Girls? I don’t have one. I don’t care that much for Mean Girls tbh. I feel like everyone does.
86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo? I don’t have one.
87. First person you talked to today? My sister.
88. Last person you talked to today? I last talked to a girl in my class.
89. Name a person you hate? -
90. Name a person you love? My best friends.
91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now? Not really.
92. In a fight with someone? Kinda.
93. How many sweatpants do you have? Maybe three?
94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have? A lot. I don’t know how many.
95. Last movie you watched? Queen Mimi.
96. Favourite actress? I don’t have one.
97. Favourite actor? I don’t have one.
98. Do you tan a lot? No, I’m too afraid of skin cancer.
99. Have any pets? Yeah, I’ve got two cats.
100. How are you feeling? Okay.
101. Do you type fast? Yeah.
102. Do you regret anything from your past? Of course.
103. Can you spell well? Yeah, or at least I think so.
104. Do you miss anyone from your past? Not really.
105. Ever been to a bonfire party? Yeah.
106. Ever broken someone’s heart? No.
107. Have you ever been on a horse? Yeah, a few times.
108. What should you be doing? I should maybe study. Or go to the bus but I can’t be bothered tbh.
109. Is something irritating you right now? Not really.
110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt? No.
111. Do you have trust issues? Kinda.
112. Who was the last person you cried in front of? A friend.
113. What was your childhood nickname? Josie.
114. Have you ever been out of your province/state? Yeah.
115. Do you play the Wii? I used to, sometimes but not anymore.
116. Are you listening to music right now? Yeah.
117. Do you like chicken noodle soup? I don’t eat chicken.
118. Do you like Chinese food? Yeah.
119. Favourite book? I don’t have one.
120. Are you afraid of the dark? Yes omg.
121. Are you mean? No.
122. Is cheating ever okay? Not in a monogamous relationship.
123. Can you keep white shoes clean? Nope.
124. Do you believe in love at first sight? No.
125. Do you believe in true love? I don’t know.
126. Are you currently bored? No.
127. What makes you happy? Music, friends, travelling. Food.
128. Would you change your name? I don’t think so. 
129. What your zodiac sign? Virgo.
130. Do you like Subway? It’s fine.
131. Your friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? I don’t know... I guess I’d try to explain that it wont work or something.
132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? A friend, I think.
133. Favourite lyrics right now? I don’t really have any.
134. Can you count to one million? I could, but I don’t see why I would.
135. Dumbest lie you ever told? Idk I pull stupid lies all the time.
136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed? Always closed.
137. How tall are you? 173 cm.
138. Curly or Straight hair? Curly.
139. Brunette or Blonde? Blonde.
140. Summer or Winter? Summer.
141. Night or Day? Night.
142. Favourite month? September.
143. Are you a vegetarian? No, but I used to be.
144. Dark, milk or white chocolate? Milk.
145. Tea or Coffee? Coffee.
146. Was today a good day? It was kinda good.
147. Mars or Snickers? Snickers.
148. What’s your favourite quote? It’s better to be hated for who you are than to be loved for someone you’re not.
149. Do you believe in ghosts? No.
150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page? I’m actually in a library right now but I can’t be bothered to get up lol.
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