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purplesurveys · 3 years

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How many...

How many times have you skipped class? I skipped one day a year back in high school, and that cut was always for this day-long event that the school would arrange to serve as a break from academic classes; for example, for those days we had like themed classes like knitting and it was also usually a themed costume day. I didn’t see the point in it, so I always skipped.

I cut a lot of classes in college that it’s impossible to count because, welp, it’s college lol.

How many times have you kissed the last person you kissed? Hundreds.

How many years have you known your second closest friend? 10 years.

How many alarm clocks are in the house? We don’t have any alarm clocks, but we have alarms built into our phones. If those count, then we have five.

How many people have you argued with? I don’t think I can count this. I’ve had arguments with various people ranging from mild bickering to full-blown fights.

How many times have you watched your favorite movie? I watched it every day for a certain period several years ago and I go back to it at least once every year. It’s probably been a little more than a hundred times.

How many people do you live with? Four, my parents and two siblings.

How many pairs of boots do you own? Zero.

How many people have told you they're in love with you? Just the one.

How many times have you cried over the opposite sex? A handful, but all have been in the non-romantic sense. I used to cry all the time when we’d drop my dad off at the airport, and I’ve cried over my grandpa’s and Nacho’s death as well.

How many people have been in your house at one time? Do you mean what’s the most number of people that’s stayed at our house at one given time? Not sure...maybe it was the time the entire executive board of my org came over for a meeting before the official start of the sem? It was only a little over 10 people, but then again my mom doesn’t appreciate too many visitors.

How many stuffed animals are in your room? There are a couple of plushies, but not anything bigger than that.

How many cellphones have you went through? Tons. I was my parents’ nightmare. I’ve gone through 8 so far.

How many pets do you have? We have two living ones, both dogs.

What would you do if...

What would you do if you could never listen to music again? I’d be really distraught over never being able to listen to my favorites anymore. Even if I don’t really listen to music when I’m depressed, i.e. now, I still like having the option to tune in when I feel like it. So even if it won’t be the end of the world, I’d still feel pretty damn lonely.

What would you do if your current bf/gf cheated on you? I don’t have one anymore but I’d be really puzzled and be betrayed if she had, given how much she hates cheaters and the act of cheating.

What would you do if you could never wear jeans again? Rejoice for the most part, but also be sad over mom jeans because they’re the only comfy kind of jeans and that’s the one type I genuinely enjoy wearing.

What would you do if your dad became president? Expect him to tap me for help almost immediately. I think he’d make a good leader considering he’s already one at his work, at least a far better one than my mom ever could be.

What would you do if you lost your most important possession? Right now that’s my laptop. If I lost that, I’d mostly be scared of the possibility of my parents whooping my ass; but at the same time my company just gave me a company laptop anyway so it’ll be easy to start over.

What would you do if your house burned down? Stop taking this survey, obviously. Then I’d grab my phone and Kimi, since he’s here with me in my room.

What would you do if your best friend didn't want to be friends anymore? I’d be devastated and start thinking if I’m the problem.

What would you do if you had to move do a different state/province? Thank fuck. I’d be relieved to have the chance to start from scratch, and I’d be all for it.

What would you do if someone shaved your head? Be furious, especially if they did it while I was asleep or otherwise unaware.

What would you do if Jesus came to your front door? Think that it’s probably an act and ask them to leave.

What would you do if your house was robbed? Check if my parents, sister, and dogs are unharmed.

What would you do if your sister/brother got married? Puzzled because 1) they are both single, 2) we are still in a pandemic and why would either of them want to get married right now, and 3) they are 20 and 17.

What would you do if dogs became extinct? Idk, be upset.

What would you do if the last person you kissed proposed to you? I’d be conflicted and a mix of emotions. I’m not sure I would take it well now, even if that’s all I wanted in the end.

Have you ever...

Have you ever broke a body part? I’ve mildly sprained an ankle, but I’ve never broken a bone or had an organ severely malfunction.

Have you ever broke someone else's body part? I don’t think so.

Have you ever changed for a guy/girl? I’ve adjusted a lot. Idk about change.

Tried to jump on a celebrity but been stopped by the security guards? Kind of? Greyson Chance walked into the mall right when I was exiting and my first instinct as a 14/15 year old was to grab my phone and start taking photos, even though I wasn’t even a fan and could not name any song of his and was just excited to see a Hollywood person in such a mundane circumstance lol. But it wasn’t the smartest move, obviously. I got to be a little too close just because we were crossing paths; I wasn’t trying to be near him, but that’s what his bodyguard interpreted so he asked me to back off.

Have you ever complained about the last person you spoke to? I don’t think there was ever anything to complain about Hans. We’ve always been on amazing terms and he’s one of the funniest people I know.

Have you ever cried on your mom's shoulder? As an infant.

Have you ever dialed 911 as a prank? No. I’m not a jerk.

Have you ever won a talent show? I don’t have anything to show off, so I never joined those.

Have you ever spilled a drink on a expensive electronic item and ruined it? Nah. As clumsy as I can be, I’m always careful with liquids and gadgets.

Have you ever fainted when someone told you shocking news? Nope. I’ve only fainted because I was extremely hungry.

Have you ever swooned over the Jonas Brothers? In 4th grade. I still like them, but I haven’t swooned over them in a while.

Have you ever bought a piece of makeup that cost over $100? No, I don’t buy makeup period.

Have you ever been cheated on by someone who claimed to love you? I haven’t.

Have you ever got food free because the waiter thought you were hot? No, and ew.

Do you...

Do you have someone who will always be there for you? Yeah, I’m lucky I have friends who remind me all the time.

Do you have a membership at a gym? No, was never interested.

Do you act dumb to get guys/girls to like you? No. Hasn’t this been debunked a million times?

Do you know anyone who smokes a pack of cigarettes a day? Possibly more, yes.

Do you follow the rules? As much as possible, yeah.

Do you have a friend who secretly really annoys you? Eh, kind of, but I don’t count her as a friend per se.

Do you always have Pepsi at your house? I don’t think my parents buy Pepsi whenever they get softdrinks. I’ve only ever seen Coca-Cola bottles.

Do you flirt with anything that moves? No.

Do you watch Sponge Bob? I watched it regularly as a kid; as an adult, I’ll watch the older episodes from time to time.

Do you count sheep when you can't sleep? No.

Do you sweat easily? Nah. I’ve been told I rarely look like I sweat, actually.

Do you like pineapple? Not at all.

Do you refuse to wear something that's out of style? If it’s something that’s recently gone out of style, like culottes, then yeah. But if you mean like 90s stuff like fanny packs and mom jeans, I believe those things are back in style all over again.

Do you type 'u' or 'you'? I type both, depending on what I feel like using and who I’m talking to.

What is...

What is your best friend's name? Angela. Maybe Gabie? But mainly Angela.

What is your first girlfriend/boyfriend's name? See second name above.

What is your neighbour's name? I have no clue what any of their names are other than the director who lives two houses away; his name is Mac.

What is your least favorite swear word? Faggot.

What is the best and most romantic way to propose to someone? I think it will always be different per couple, and if a given couple wants a romantic proposal in the first place.

What is something that always makes you laugh? The show Friends.

What is the name of your hometown? That’ll stay a secret.

What is the most gentle way to turn someone down? Idk...haven’t really had to do this before, and the one time I did wasn’t the nicest way.

What is the ugliest girl name? 1) Can’t think of any, and 2) that’s just mean.

What is the most boring thing to do? Technically, waiting. Especially if it’s for something mundane, like lining up for a government service.

What is the funnest kind of question to answer? On surveys? I appreciate random questions the most.

What is the most useless thing you know? I’ve read a lot of ‘useless’ trivia on Reddit that I’ll probably never have to use or bring up in this lifetime.

What is your favorite pair of pants? My mom jeans, which I always mention when asked this.

What is the best flavour of ice cream? I personally root for cookies and cream.

#survey #surveys

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hackedmotionsensors · 6 years

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lol just saw a post about how Hawkeye has no business being the booty representative of the comics fandom when nightwing exists.

So lemme break this down nerds. Here’s the history. And I know. Because I was there.

So first off. Nightwing and Hawkeye serve two very different purposes per their series. They’re not even remotely relatable. I don’t think there really is a marvel equivalent of Nightwing. The closest would be Bucky if he hadn’t been dead for most of marvel canon until Brubaker revived him.

Hawkeye is your typical hick goofball. He probably resembles Green Arrow most because of his use of Arrows, arrogant attitude, general dingusness, girlfriends who are way cooler. But Hawkeye also is probably a little similar to Guy Gardner.

Hawkeye was N E V E R used for anyone’s gaze. Female or male. In Marvel comics you’ll hear just about everyone wax poetic on how beautiful Steve is. No one says that about Hawkeye including his romantic interests lol. He’s not ugly he’s just sort of.....a dude.

Nightwing even in canon is known for being very attractive. He’s a big beautiful romani boy that the artists know full well about his big beautiful ass. Like in canon he’s mentioned as being a hottie. That’s ESTABLISHED.

Now lets fast forward to...a handful of years ago. An artist by the name of Blue saw a cover of...I forget. I think a Blackwidow x Hawkeye titled comic. Where Natasha is jumping down and showing her fanny and in a really dumb awkward position. Basically your run of the mill, male artist male gaze pose. Hawkeye is jumping down with her shooting an arrow. Because he’s a man. Pew pew pew! No ass on this guy just straight up violence.

Now Blue went ahead and made a parody picture of this. Her thinking was that it seemed dumb that when Hawkeye who was the circus performer wasn’t the one doing the fun acrobatics while Natasha wasn’t the one doing the killing. That’s literally their MO right? Natasha is pew pew pew and Hawkeye is usually showing his ass. I mean he wore a skirt as a hero’s costume. Natasha never did that.

So she draws her parody. People enjoyed this. A few other artists decide Hey. This is what we should do. For every dumb girl pose where a female superhero has her vagina out, or her tits out we’ll take Hawkeye and draw him in that pose.

It VERY QUICKLY spiraled very far out of Blue’s hands and became its own beast. This was a statement made by artists. Buzzfeed (or i09 I forget who asked her but she was like “fff no”) asked her if she wanted to make a comment on it. She declined because it was completely different from what she was trying to say. That happens. And not to discredit the HI because it made a very good point but from a personal standpoint of actually talking to her she never intended it for it to be “ A THING”.

So. My point is that this has nothing to do with Nightwing’s big beautiful ass. The point wasn’t Hey lets look at Hawkeye’s ass. The point was lets replace these dumb poses for women because male comic artists are 99% of the time disgusting and replace it with a character WHO SIGNIFICANTLY HAS NEVER HAD THIS KIND OF ART MADE OF HIM. That was the point.

Nightwing on the other hand.....was always drawn in a very horny way. So it makes no sense to try and compare the two situations.

Just revel in the fact that everyone is horny for Nightwing including gross male comic book artists while also critiquing the fact that female heroes are drawn as nothing but objects.

Like that was the point of the Hawkeye Initiative.

Also jesus christ its 2018 who’s still talking about this anymore lol

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denbruhh · 7 years

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hey guys, this is the first fic i’ve done. it’s set about 4 years after the losers’ club defeats pennywise for the first time, and prom season is coming up.

i’ll do a second part if this one is actually good lol. and yes, i referenced @jonstavk‘s literally hilarious textpost with richie’s version of ben’s january embers poem SORRY

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It was the word on everyone’s lips, a shadow of something only imagined in movies. It was the feeling you got hearing your mum talk about how she felt in her dress all those years ago, the snickering of boys in corridors talking about yeah, you already know what as the sun set on that ever-so-special evening. It was elusive, it was thrilling, and it made Eddie Kaspbrak’s heart pound a hell of a lot. (Still not quite so much as facing off against that god-damned clown four years ago. But this was definitely up there.)

The Losers were soon graduating, and that could only mean one thing - prom season was coming. For them, this time, instead of every other ambiguous older year group. They’d be the ones donned in suits and ties, making their own memories. It should’ve been exciting, but, frankly, it was somewhat terrifying.

It was like every kid in the grade was fighting to out-do each other. Who could have the most elaborate prom-posal, as everyone seemed to be calling it these days. Greta Bowie even had someone drop on one knee and sing to her, something which seemed to be received well by most of the school community - despite that, Richie and Beverly seemed to mock the scenario at least twice a week, to everyone else’s amusement.

It was coming off from one of those sly references that Stan spoke up, that Thursday morning during lunch break. The group was sitting at their table, the one Richie engraved the name they’d invented for themselves into, in that fateful summer of ‘89 - LOSERS CLUB RULEZ. It had been a fairly regular break until this point, when Eddie’s nerves about the reality of prom were really set off at the point of - “So, are we doing anything after prom?”

“Are we even doing anything for prom?” Ben remarked. “Like, was the plan that we were just going to all go as friends, or...?”

And now, Eddie had to actually think about what he’d been tossing up for the past few months, ever since prom was first mentioned at some wayward assembly at the start of the year. Do I ask Trashmouth if he wants to be my date? What if he thinks I’m only joking if I actually ask him?

“I mean, we c-c-could do that if you want. I’m holding Bird Boy’s hand all night either way, though,” Bill, the unofficial leader of the group, remarked with a smirk. As if to prove his point, he gently put a hand on his boyfriend’s shoulder while Stan flipped hurriedly through his organisational planner.

“I only say so because I’ve got to go to the synagogue the following morning with my dad and Bill, so I don’t want to stay up too late the night before if we end up going anywhere,” he stated. Stan looked up from his planner, pen poised to write the first thing his friends suggested.

“Uh... we could go to the quarry? Go for a late night swim and head home?” Beverly suggested. With that iconic grin of hers creeping onto her face, she added, “Anything to get me out of those fucking heels. By that point my feet will literally be dead.��

“Sounds good to me. Whaddaya reckon, Eddie Spaghetti? You’ve been a bit on the quieter side today,” Richie shot him an expectant look from across the table. Eddie could feel a slight blush coming to his face, but he faked a cough and took out his inhaler to make it look like ‘just another asthma thing’.

“Uh, y-yeah. Sounds fine,” he stammered. God, I sound like Bill. This is what you do to me, Tozier!

Stan scribbled into his planner. “It’s a date!”

The bell rung, jolting Eddie slightly. Followed by a collective groan, the Losers started packing up their things, flipping through their timetables to remember what class to dash off to. “Ugh, why doesn’t Mike go to our school, he actually likes history!” Bev complained, scoring a few laughs from the boys as they wandered off to their lessons.

Eddie’s last class for the day was good ol’ maths. He really did try to understand it, but today they were doing linear equations, and, honestly, he’d never understood that shit since, like, fifth grade. Y = mx + bullshit. None of the Losers were in his math class, so he’d usually spend lessons like these daydreaming or doodling in the back of his book, dreading the inevitable stress he’d have while trying to catch up on his work later. That particular worry wasn’t the first thing on his mind today, though. Why can’t I just admit to Richie that I’ve liked him for years? He hooks up with guys AND girls, even if I get rejected, at least I tried and ACTUALLY had a chance! Should I just wait until prom before I confess my feelings? Would that ruin prom for him? Would that ruin prom for me? God, why did everything have to be so fucking difficult when it came to that curly-haired, foul-mouthed angel-in-disguise?

He felt like a fourth grader with their very first crush whenever Richie crossed his mind. Well, if one wanted to be specific, other than Jonathan Knight from New Kids on the Block, Richie technically was his first crush. Ever since Stan had introduced them when the boys were only ten, he’d had those butterflies around Richie Tozier, the butterflies that all the teen shows used to say meant lucky boy, you’re in love! Of course, Eddie couldn’t really label the feeling of warmness, of security, that he got when they were together until a few years after that. Despite the terrible feeling that everyone already knew, that the Bowers gang would never leave him alone if he came out, all he wanted was to be held by Richie. Not in a joking headlock, or an overbearing hug, but a firm embrace that made up for the years of empty words and double takes across judging corridors. Eddie wanted to be held and know that it was worth all the fear; that it was for real.

His pen absent-mindedly danced across some anonymous page in his workbook, drawing rows of circles all clumped together, zig zags, rectangular scribbles. Eddie entertained his ten-year-old self by doodling in the corner of the page: EK + RT. Eddie Tozier? Richie Kaspbrak? Tozier-Kaspbrak? Kaspbrak-Tozier? Jesus, that really does NOT roll off the tongue.

Richie, Richie, Richie. Aw, shit, the ink had bled through. He flipped over to a blank page hurriedly as Mrs. Campbell made her rounds closer to his desk, tearing out the lesson’s scribbles and placing them in his front pocket. The closest waste basket was right by the door that led out of the classroom, opposite to where Eddie was. He’d just tear it up and pop it in there on his way out.

As if some omnipotent force had been listening in on his thoughts, the bell chimed harshly in three quick successions. Kids scrambled to stuff their books and pencil-cases into their scruffy backpacks, barely even having one strap on before dashing out the door. Guess I’m not the only one that hates maths. Eddie was always the last one out the door, making certain that everything was arranged in his bag properly, with any sharp items (like scissors) safely packed away. With a sigh of contentment, he methodically put on his backpack and paced out the door, nodding with a slight smile at Mrs. Campbell as he passed her.

“Eddie Spaghetti, my love!”

Eddie jumped at his crush’s surprise ambus. “Jesus, Richie,” he exhaled, although he couldn’t help but smile at the little pet name, even if he was only kidding. “What are you doing?”

“Walkin’ you home, of course, sunshine,” the bespectacled boy exclaimed, putting an arm around Eddie’s shoulder as they began strolling towards the gates.

“Uh, you never walk me home. You live in, like, the opposite direction.”

“I’ve got some free time, Eds. Plus, I wanted to see how you were doing, yaknow? Catch-up, chit-chat, whatever you wanna call it.” Richie grinned at the shorter boy.

“Okay, but you’re literally going to have to walk all the way back home from my place. That’s at least a thirty-minute walk, and you know how many weirdos there are around here?” Eddie took a quick glance at Richie, who raised his eyebrows in mock concern. He could see Richie’s grin just itching to burst out across his whole face, and God, he wanted to make him smile so badly. So, naturally, he kept rambling. “I mean, what if you get sidetracked? What if it gets dark, or you get lost?”

Richie snickered, taking his arm off Eddie’s shoulder. “Yeah, right, what if there’s poison ivy on the way back and I trip and fall right in the centre of the damn thing? Or...” he stopped walking abruptly. “...a killer clown in the sewers!”

The boys paused for a few seconds before bursting out laughing. Eddie’s heart was pounding with nerves, but he didn’t feel uneasy, or negative at all. It was moments like these, where he didn’t overthink anything, and just went along with the natural flow of conversation between them, that he felt happiest with Richie. And, he thought, maybe even when Richie felt the happiest with him.

But was it real, the way Eddie wanted it to be?

“Eds, have you been writing poetry like Hanscom?” Richie started, leaning over as the boys continued on their walk.

“What? Uh, no?” Eddie responded quizzically. What the hell are you on about now, Tozier?

“Here, let me do a dramatic reading,” he reached for the folded paper poking out of Eddie’s front pocket, snatching it just as the smaller boy’s heart dropped. He felt sick, but froze as Richie started unscrunching the paper he stupidly forgot to tear up and throw out after maths class.

“Richie, come on...”

He cleared his throat, standing tall, shoulders back. He took a quick glance at the crinkled sheet, before declaring in one of his more eloquent ‘voices’: “Your fanny pack is fire December is lit My wang burns there, too.”

“Whaddaya think, Eds? One of my more refined pieces, I reckon.”

Eddie stood, heart in his throat. Okay, so Richie obviously hadn’t really looked at the paper yet. If he could just get it back before he saw all that shit he scribbled about him in maths class...

“Oh, come on, you’re just gonna stand there? I know it was moving and all, but some applause would be appreciated. Help a guy out here!” Richie stated, before glancing down at the paper. His brow furrowed, as he started reading. “Eddie, what...?”

Oh, shit.

thank you for reading omg

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