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wannaliveattheholidayinn · 3 years

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Alright, now that I've been given a few hours to stew and think and cry and have several breakdowns over the cancellation,,, let's talk about how I found this show, my relationship to it, and why I love this show

Anyone who's interacted with me in this fandom, be it over tumblr or in the discord know I started watching because my dance teacher was an extra in the Help! scene (bc I never shut the fuck up about it). But it did start a little earlier.

I had seen a few ads, on NBC and on YouTube. I thought it looked interesting, but I was in sophomore year, having breakdowns just about every other day, the homework was hard, and there were also reports of the virus. At the time it seemed so far away, but I had a feeling it would arrive soon. So it didn't seem like something I could add to my plate. I thought it would simply become another Good Girls to me (aka a show I really wanted to watch, and still kinda do, but I never really got around to it.) So, watching it kind of fell to the back of my mind. And then... that fateful day.

It was a big deal when the teacher would put on the TV in the main studio. It didn't happen often, and when it did, it always had to do with dance in some way. But my teacher was on YouTube and googling Zoey's. We sat down, I even grabbed my glasses so I could see what we were watching. We picked up at the ladies singing "Whatta Man" which the owner of my studio was howling at. I'm lucky enough that two of my teachers have been involved in Smuin Ballet in San Francisco, one still currently in the company (although she just had a baby and... y'know professional dance is hard in the pandemic.) I'm also lucky enough to have met another former Smuin dancer who was also an extra in the Help! scene. So, my teacher pointed himself and the other former Smuin dancer out, funnily enough, they were similarly dressed. So, the scene ended and we went on with our class. I went home and put on the first episode.

And then... well we all know what happened next. The US went into lockdown, and there wasn't much to do.

And yeah, I had school. I went into the two five pm history classes I had, I still had homework,,, but other than those two history classes and the occasion english class there was nothing... dance had stopped, homework, class, and the workload changed. Suddenly, I was left with a lot of free time. So, continued to watch Zoey's Extraordinary Playlist. For a while, it was Killing Eve and Zoey's Playlist, but then that went away, and it was just Zoey.

(also, yes, I'm aware this isn't linear and in chronological order, but give me a break, my memory is already shit and this pandemic just made it worse.)

In April, I wrote my first fanfiction for the show. It was this small, little piece of fluff that showed a future Zimon and their four kids (four kids, Jesus Christ, what was I onnnnnn). It's already outdated bc of my use of Eddie and not Perry but I still hold it very dear to my heart. It was posted on ao3 on Jun 13, 2020, and was my first fanfic on the site. I've posted more since then, but it's still overwhelmingly zep there, and I currently have two ongoing fanfics. My goal is to become that person in the zep fandom who is known for her works where people perceive Zimon's relationship, in a funny but wrong way (and when I say people, I (mostly) mean Tobin.)

I love Zoey's Extraordinary Playlist. It's made me laugh, made me cry, made me sing along with it, and made me actually fully enter a fandom. I've considered myself in fandom long before Zoey's, but Zoey's actually had me interacting with others. It's technically not my first fandom. I'd say that was Mighty Med, all the way back in sixth grade. But it's the first where I've actively interacted with others and even made an acquaintance (Isabella ily 💗).

Zoey's Extraordinary Playlist had moments that made it hard for me to love it the way I do. There have been some bad writing decisions. I personally don't ship cl*arkeman, even though it's clear they are endgame.

But, I still love it. It was a coping mechanism in a hard time, and I love that it helped me. And I know it helped others as well.

I know not everyone is going to understand my comparison to Cloak and Dagger. They are vastly different shows. But the cancellation... that's what gets me the most about both. They were both canceled in a way where the fandom was going to feel like crap. Both were canceled after two seasons when they had more story to tell. It was done quietly, and there was backlash. Different programs eyed them. The difference is we don't know how this one will end yet. Cloak and Dagger was canceled, and I'll never be the same. I'll never truly be over it. And while I know I'm not in the right headspace to process this cancellation, I think I may be able to find a way. It'll be really, really fucking hard. But I'm slowly getting there with Anne with an E, and I think I could with Zoey's. It was an incredible show while it lasted, and if it's its time to go... I'm glad for the time I had with it and will help keep it going along with others in the fandom. All that being said...

Save Zoey's Playlist

Start petitions (ig, idrk how change.org works), keep it trending on Twitter, let NBC know it made a mistake, and let other streaming services know we're interested in seeing the show go on. It deserves a clean resolution that's not a cliffhanger. Just let these characters be happy in the end.

This doesn't have to be another Cloak and Dagger, or Timeless, or whatever show anyone has felt never got a proper chance to tell its story and end in a satisfying way. It can be another Brooklyn Nine-Nine, or Lucifer, or Friday Night Lights (me, side-eyeing NBC for that one). This doesn't have to be the end. And maybe I'm too late to writing this, maybe it's not trending anymore and it won't trend again, and it won't get picked up. But at least we can say we tried.

This was long as fuck to write, and I could've put that time towards... idk homework ig, or writing the fanfiction I just started, or any of my ongoing two. But it felt it necessary to write this. I don't know why, maybe I just needed to get this shit off my chest. If no one in the fandom reads this... eh, I really can't blame you, it's long as all fuck.

If you did, and you got this far, I love you, I love this fandom, I don't regret my time here, and I hope you don't either. It means the world to me that you read this.

I love you all, and I'll shut up now 💖💗💖💗

#i'm starting a new tag for when i fucking rant #04 rants #there :D #zoey's extraordinary playlist #zoey's playlist #zoeys extraordinary playlist #zoeysplaylist #mutuals i love you please forgive me for this long ass shit

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cocos-cocoapuffsarenotforsale · 5 years

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Bully

MASTERLIST

Pairings: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader, Dad!Tony x Daughter!Reader

Warnings: Bullying, swearing, slight angst, fluff, kinda cheesy, teen!reader, use of the word slut, and idk what else, basically ends with ridiculous fluff

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“Hey Y/n you wanna go see a movie tonight with Ned and Katie?” Your boyfriend Peter asks you. Peter and you had been dating for just over a year much to your father’s dismay at the beginning. Tony Stark, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist and way to overprotective father.

Ned was Peter’s best friend and he was great, he was a super great guy and he had always been nice to you and you knew he was always there for Peter. But Katie on the other hand was horrible. She had been Ned’s “girlfriend” for the past couple months. But you were pretty sure she was just using Ned to get closer to Peter. Everyone knew she had a huge crush on Peter since the news of him being Spider-Man broke last summer. Katie also would use any excuse to get you alone and threaten or bully you. You hadn’t said anything because you weren’t totally sure they would believe you and you definitely couldn’t tell your father because he would go ballistic.

“You know Peter I’m really not feeling that great. Plus I have this huge paper for English to write. So I think I’ll pass.” You lie, god you hated lying to him. Peter was such a great guy but you couldn’t tell him the truth. Either he wouldn’t believe you and think you were a possessive bitch or he would believe you and he would tell Ned and break his heart.

“Are you sure? We haven’t really hung out in awhile outside of the compound.” Peter had moved into the compound last summer after news broke of him being Spider-Man. Your father had set up a small apartment like area for him and his Aunt May.

“Maybe next time. Have fun sweetheart.” You reply pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

“Alright. I love you.” Peter says before shutting the door. You just mumble something unintelligible. Your phone chimes a few minutes later. It’s a text. From Katie.

Fuck. What does she want now? You think to yourself. She had already sent you a text earlier telling you if you came to the movie tonight you wouldn’t wake up tomorrow morning.

I see you’re learning Slutty Stark. Don’t worry about Peter I’ll take good care of him tonight...and every other night. You might as well break up with him now. Save yourself some heartbreak before you dumps you for me. Plus then I’ll get to be there to pick up the pieces for him. Xoxo Bitch, Katie.

You feel tears burn your eyes and before you can stop them the tears are streaming down your face. You can’t just sit here and cry, so you decide to go for a run around the compound. You leave your phone on your bed not wanting to think about that Katie bitch anymore. You pass by your father and Peter and when they try to talk to you you just start running like your life depended on it.

PETER’S POV

“Hey Mr. Stark can I talk to you for a minute?” I ask him after I leave Y/n’s room. She was really starting to worry me lately and this was the final straw. For the first few months everything was great between us but lately she’s been pulling away and I’m worried about her. And I know she’s been pulling away from her father a lot lately too, which was even more troubling.

“What do you want Spidey-boy?” Mr. Stark questions with a bored look on his face.

“Do you know what's going on with Y/n lately?”

“She’s been dating you. She’s with you all the time and ditching out on our projects.” He growls at me.

“That doesn’t make any sense, sir. She barely hangs out with me lately other than at school and even then she’s been avoiding me. She’s always saying she’s got homework or she doesn’t feel well. Sir, is she -oh god um-, sir is she going to break up with me?” I ask, my voice cracking. I feel like I can’t breathe at the thought. I love her so much and she’s the best thing that has happened to me, I can’t lose her. What other girl would put up with my dorkiness and my last minute bailing when there’s an emergency mission?

“She what? Why would she be lying to me? She’s literally never lied to me before. I’m gonna go check on her.” Mr. Stark says with concern lacing his voice. Just then a distraught Y/n runs past us with tears streaming down her face. We both go to stop her but she just runs past us quicker.

“See what I mean?” I motion towards her retreating form.

“Yes I do Spidey-boy. FRIDAY!”

“Yes boss?” The AI responses.

“Send Wanda and Nat to go talk to Y/n please.” He commands.

“Right away boss.” FRIDAY complies immediately.

“You and me are gonna go see if we can figure out what’s going on with my kid.” Mr. Stark demands pointing at me. I nod not sure what else to do and I follow him into her room. Her phone is laying on her bed, which was weird because she normally brings it with her. I look at it and I feel my face drain of color.

“Mr. Stark, I think I know what’s wrong.” I motion him towards me and show him the text message. Scrolling up we find many more threatening messages from Katie.

“That little Satan’s spawn is gonna regret ever even seeing my daughter when I’m through with her.” Mr. Stark growls grabbing the phone from my hand and making phone calls with his own. I decide to let him handle it and go find my girl.

YOUR POV

“Y/n, are you alright?” Natasha asks me moving to sit down beside me on one of the benches outside.

“Would you like to talk about it?” Wanda asks me sitting down on my other side.

“This horrible girl has been sending me nasty texts and threatening me. And now she’s trying to make me break up with him.” You sob not being able to keep your emotions in any longer.

“Sweetie why didn’t you tell us?” Nat says pulling your against her and running her hand down your hair soothing you while you sob.

“Because I didn’t know if Peter would believe me and I didn’t want dad to freak out.” You whimper.

“Why would I not believe you?” Peter asked startling you.

“When did you get out here?” You ask trying to decipher what he heard.

“Since Nat and Wanda sat down by you. Y/n why didn’t you tell me?” Peter begged.

“Why don’t we give you two some privacy,” Nat suggests and she and Wanda walk back towards the compound.

“I didn’t think you would believe me. Plus she kept saying if I said anything it would hurt Ned and you would break up with me for hurting him and then she would swoop in and comfort you and she would have you.” You choke out feeling the lump in your throat grow at the thought of Peter being with anyone else.

“Of course I would believe you. Baby girl I love you and I’m not gonna dump you.” He vows taking my hand in his and pressing a soft kiss to the backs of my hands.

“Promise?” You whimper. He wipes the tears off of your cheeks and presses a soft kiss to your forehead.

“I promise baby girl.” He wraps his arms around you and spins you around in a circle.

“Well I got that girl expelled from your school and the police want to know if you would like to press harassment charges?” Your father asks breaking you and Peter from your daydream.

“Isn’t that overkill dad?” You ask a little overwhelmed by the bomb he just dropped.

“Not at all. Sweetheart she threatened your life multiple times. Your school has a zero tolerance policy and it turns out she had already had two other serious strikes on her records so the school decided she should be expelled. And she was threatening you and harassing you, both of which are crimes. So do you want to press charges? Get a restraining order?” The way your dad says it you can tell the restraining order is already a done deal.

“I take it the restraining order is already done?” You ask knowing from the look on his face that your right.

“Yes. I’m not risking you. I’ve bumped up your security and if you ever receive any messages like this again from her or anyone else you are to tell me immediately.” You nod agreeing with your father’s rules.

“I really don’t want to press charges though dad. She already got expelled and now has a restraining order against her, I just don’t think it’s necessary to press charges.” You respond.

“Fine. I guess. I’ll give you two some privacy but just so you know we will be having a long discussion about this tonight kiddo. You should have told me.” Your dad says before walking back inside.

“He’s right you know. You should have told someone.” Peter whispers to you.

“I know but I didn’t want to be a drama queen. I mean I’m surrounded by superheroes, my boyfriend, my dad, and so on and I can’t even handle a teenage girl.” You reply avoiding his gaze.

Peter grabs your chin gently and forces you to look at him. “Hey, that’s enough. You can tell me anything. Don’t ever feel like you have to handle everything by yourself. I’m your boyfriend, your partner in crime, you can depend on me Y/n.” Peter murmurs before he captures your lips with his.

“Your right, I love you Peter Parker.” You say after the two of you break apart.

“I love you too Y/n Stark.” Peter replies holding you tight against him and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

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philosopherofnothing · 5 years

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That Rude Laddie | Part 1 of?| Tom Holland x Reader

Ok, here we go. This is my first Tom Holland fic- pleaaaase be kind! English is not my mother tongue so I’d be eternally grateful if you correct my mistakes or tell me if something sounds funky or whatever. I’m also very inexperienced at Tumblr so idk if i’m doing this right lmao. Hope you like it!

WARNINGS: drinking, swearing (a lot), future smut.

Summary: You are a 25-y-o English teacher living with Lisa, your best friend and owner of the pub you frequently visit in need of something to soothe your aching mind and heart (so extra). Tom is a regular and has a mild crush on your BFF, so he does not appreciate you being rude to her after a particularly rough day. Things get heated.

“Bad day, huh?”

You groaned as you plopped down on the bar stool and signaled your best friend to pour you a drink. She pulled a beer -your favourite brand- from under the bar-top and slid it towards you.

“These fucking children are going to be the death of me, I swear.” you grunted as you downed half the beer, making your friend give you quite a dirty look.

“What did they do this time?”

“Nothing! That’s what they did, nothing at all!” you yelped waving your arms around, and finished the beer in one swig. “No homework, no practising, no bringing the fucking photographs, nothing! How I am supposed to help them adapt to this country if they don’t do anything I ask them to?”

“But have you talked to..?”

“Of course I fucking tried! They don’t have time, Lisa. These parents… they have to work all day. Sometimes even two jobs. They’ll do anything to support their children. To give them a better life. And how do these nasty bastards pay them back? By going to class BAREHAND-”

“Calm the fuck down! You’re going to scare all my clients away” Lisa hissed while taking the empty bottle away. She hesitated, and then replaced it with a new one. “A little help on the house,”

“Cheers!” you smiled sarcastically and gulped it down.

“I thought you liked being a teacher. You seemed so excited when you started at the school” Lisa said as she wiped the bar-top and handed you a third beer, a worried look crossing her face.

“I do, L, I do. But it’s just… I hate when they don’t commit, you know?” you sighed, trying not to show how upset the thought made you.

It was true, though. Teaching was your true passion. You had moved overseas as soon as you’d finished your teacher training course and looked for any job opportunities that involved foreign children in English speaking countries. You wanted to help so badly. You also really enjoyed preparing classes and loved the look on their faces when they suddenly understood something, or how they sometimes hugged you at the end of a fun class. Luckily, it didn’t take you too long to find a job as a teacher, and that’s where you’d met Lisa; you two clicked right away and had become inseparable ever since. Now it was your fourth year at the school and everything had gone wrong. The group was hideous -fourteen 15-year-olds who where only interested in who got more likes on their Instagram posts- and you were overwhelmed. It didn’t help much that the rest of your life was absolute shit: the falling-out with your parents, the break-up, having to move in with Lisa because you were living in that cunt of your ex-boyfriend’s flat. And nothing seemed to get better.

“I’m sorry, dear. Why don’t you wait here until I close and they we can make something to eat and keep watching Sex Education?” your bestie smiled sympathetically.

“Love the idea. But, why don’t we order pizzas instead, huh?”

“We ate pizza yesterday, Y/N,”

“So?”

“We can’t eat pizza two nights in a row,”

“Yes, we can...”

“We are adults. We can cook. And also it’s not heal...”

“Don’t you dare say it,”

“...thy”

“You said it,”

“But it’s true, Y/N, you can’t fill yourself up with empty calories every time you..”

“You’re not the boss of me,”

“And you never let me forget that. I’m just trying to help you out!”

“So help me out paying for the pizza,”

“I’ve already given you 3 free beers,”

“And that’s not healthy either, is it? So I might as well choke on pizza tonight and start dieting tomorrow,”

“You are impossible,”

“Am not”

“Sorry, I don’t mean to interrupt,” you suddenly heard a husky voice coming from your right. You turned around, curiosity rising, but all you could see where brunette curls poking from under a black cap. You shifted slightly in your seat trying to get a better look of his face, but he seemed to be purposely hiding it from you. “Lis, can we get the same as before? That beer was sick. I’d never tried that brand before,”

“Sure, Tom. So 5 beers and one Diet Coke, then?” L asked as she raised a hand towards you, preventing you from speaking. Time out. “Shit, there aren’t any left here. Can you wait for like 2 minutes or do you want me to take them there?”

“Nah, it’s alright. I’ll wait,” he replied, beaming at her.

His eyes didn’t leave her body until she disappeared from sight. Ugh. He took his phone out and swiped away, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth every now and again. He didn’t even look up once and you were now positively sure that he was ignoring you. Who is this guy and why is he looking at her like that? Also, why was he deliberately pretending you weren’t there? You weren’t sure if it was really you or the 3 beers that might have taken over your body, but the more he avoided you, the more you wanted him to notice you. You shifted in place one more time and cleared your throat, but he still acted like you weren’t there.

“Hey,” you said, turning around on the stool and placing your chin on your hand.

He stopped moving for a fraction of a second, and you could see, hell, feel how much he didn’t want to talk to you. You were a little bit taken aback, and the feeling intensified when he looked up at you. He was young, or at least he seemed like it. You were expecting him to be a grown-ass man… you know, those were usually stupid enough to be completely oblivious to your beauty and charm. But not a boy. How was he even in there? He couldn’t be over 18. He had no facial hair whatsoever -your ex was 30 and couldn’t grow a beer either, hon- and he was wearing a Spiderman tee.

“Hiya,” he replied, his little smile never reaching his eye, and then went back to his phone.

What is wrong with him? “It’s Tom, isn’t it? I’m Y/N,”

“Yeah,”

And nothing. Wow.

“Nice meeting you too, Tom”

He sighed and looked up, eyes facing straight forward. “What do you want?”

What did he just say? “Beg your pardon?”

“I said what do you want,”

“Hhm, rude,”

“Look who’s talking,”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You think I don’t know who you are?” he spat as he turned around, his face exuding disgust.

“Well, I don’t know who you are so I wouldn’t even know why you know me,”

“I’ve seen you a couple of times around here. I don’t like how you treat Lisa,”

“Um, excuse you? She’s my friend. You don’t get to tell me how to treat my friends,”

“And you don’t get to treat people like shit,”

“We are just fucking arou… why am I even telling you this? You don’t even know me!”

“Thank God,”

“Wow, you are one rude laddie,”

“What did you just call me?”

“I called you, Tom, a rude laddie. What are you going to do about it, huh? Call your parents? Or should I call them and tell them where you are? I’m no lenient Lisa,”

He stifled a laugh with the back of his hand. “Oh my God. You can’t be serious. You actually think I’m a little boy,”

Oh, what have I done? “Well, you certainly act like one,”

“And you certainly act like an c…”

“Ok, enough!!” Lisa cut him off, placing the beers with a loud clunk in front of Tom. “Jesus Christ, I could hear you two barking at each other from back there,”

“Y/N, Tom is 22 and he has every right to be here, so sod off. Tom, I’m sorry but Y/N is my best friend, and we do what best friends do: fuck with each other. You don’t need to stand up for me. It was very sweet, don’t get me wrong, but there was no need,” she finished, blushing a bit at the end. Really?

“Sorry, Lis. It won’t happen again. Thanks for the beers, love. I’ll send Sam if we need anything else,” he beamed at her and then proceeded to glare at you nastily before walking away.

You gave him the finger as soon as he turned around but L was having none of it.

“Come here, you little piece of sh... ARE YOU FUCKING OUT OF YOUR MIND? WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?” Lisa yelled as she dragged you to the storage room.

“What are you yelling at me for? It’s not my bloody fault! He was being a dick to me! I just said hi and he started acting all pedantic, what was I supposed to do?”

“Are you shitting me?! Did you not realise who that was? For God’s sake, Y/N, get your head out of your ass!”

“Well, that was uncalled for,”

“That was Tom Holland, you fucking git!

Silence.

“Y/N?”

“Tom Holland- like, Spiderman Tom Holland?”

“Yeah. Christ,”

“Oh, fuck me,”

“I’m not giving you any free beers ever again,”

#tom holland #tom holland fic #tom holland smut #peter parker #fiesty tommo #she fucked it up #that's what you get for being drunk #first fic #filthy mouth

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thecreativeangel · 5 years

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aut neca aut necare: V

Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

*Please don’t plagiarize my work, thank you :3*

Summary: Peter outright refuses to talk to you at the moment. His girlfriend, on the other hand, won’t leave you alone.

Warnings: Abuse? Idk man everything’s going to shit

Words: 1.7k

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“No Michelle, I can’t have her drive me to the conference!” you argued, mashing the phone into your ear. “‘Cause she’s busy, alright? I’ll have to miss this one.”

“Absolutely not,” MJ clipped back. “You already missed the last two and morale is low. Liz specifically told us morale was important before she left, I know she’s right and so do you. It’s my responsibility to-”

“To keep the team busy and happy,” you repeated for the millionth time, getting up to dump a small mountain of candy wrappers into the trash. “Yeah, yeah I know. Can you keep your voice down please? Please?”

She clicked her tongue. “Finally got yourself in detention?”

“Of course not!” you snapped, plopping back down. “Like I’d ever let myself get detention. I’ve gotta stay after to do some extra credit work for English, since my last essay was ‘bad’. ”

You could almost hear her squint through the phone. “What do you mean by...bad?”

“I don’t know,” you said miserably, staring at the folders of homework that were beginning to pile up on your desk. You rubbed the bridge of your nose before speaking. “I’m usually good at this shit, now I’m not. Fuckin’ go figure, I guess.”

“So that’s a definite no for decathlon?” MJ asked.

You hummed in response, ducking when an iPhone was thrown across the room like a football. A group of guys in the corner guffawed, but one of them had the decency to mouth “sorry”. You rolled your eyes. “I wish I could but...”

“But your mom’s too busy to drive you,” she finished dejectedly, then sighed. “Why’s she been so damn stubborn lately? Is she giving you a hard time again? My parents could talk to her if that would help.”

“No,” you said quickly. “No, no it’s fine. I can go to the next one, she promised.”

MJ was skeptical, you could tell. “Mhmm, why don’t you ride the bus with the team? It only costs a few bucks.”

“I’m busy MJ,” you deflected. Which wasn’t a total lie. The stack of due-tomorrow papers and “small” projects was growing higher with each class. And then there was the ever looming threat posed by some group of arms dealers talking to an alien (a fucking alien! Like Thor!) So yeah, you were busy. “If I get all this done by the end of the month I promise I’ll go to the next meeting.”

Michelle was quiet for a bit. “Okay. But if you leave me like Parker did last year-”

“By all means, you can kill me yourself,” two sets of footsteps entered Ms. Baker’s crowded room. You glanced up out of boredom in time to see a brunette boy whirl around, march back out of the classroom and slam the door behind him. Your heartbeat spiked sharply, blocking out what MJ was saying over the phone. Oh no…

“MJ I’ve got to be very quiet now,” you whispered urgently.

"What? Why? (YN) - "

You hung up.

Kimberly shrugged at Peter’s antics and strode the the empty teacher’s desk as if she hadn’t seen you. You kept your eyes glued to the desk as she rummaged through Ms. Baker’s files. Reaching with shaky hands for a pencil, you slid a random paper in front of you and read it all the way through, not retaining a word. Then you read it again. And again, until the soft clink of her flats on the floor started again. She was leaving.

“Hey.”

You hadn’t realized how strong your grip was on the pencil…

Until it snapped in half.

“Wuh-” you said stupidly. “Heeey. Hello.”

Kimberly cocked her head at the desk next to you. “Can I sit down?”

“Uh…” you dropped the snapped mechanical pencil into your backpack, fully aware of the giant voice crack you just experienced. Like, a “Ned talking to cute girl” level voice crack. And dammit, you cursed at yourself. That pencil was expensive. “S-sure.”

“I was going to study here with Peter, but he pretty much refused to come inside,” your gaze darted away from her, only making her eyebrows rise farther up her forehead. “Seemed kind of mad. You guys have a fight?”

You made the mistake of looking her in the face. “No.”

“Really?” she flicked a decorative cactus pin on her bag. “So why’s he so mad at you?”

You opened your mouth and closed it, repeated this at least three times. Her eyes shone with the same repressed anger as they had when she identified you while on patrol with Spidey. That time she shot at you? Remember that fun night? Anyway, she managed to give you a deadpan stare all while adjusting the straps on her bag. “Reasons,” you answered simply.

“Okay, don’t lie,” she leaned in with a knowing look. “Something happened, and he’s been hanging out with me a ton more than you lately. Did you hurt him?”

You couldn’t look at her without imagining a loaded gun pointed at your skull so how was she talking so casually? “I...don’t have to tell you. I’m not required to tell you. Does that answer the question?”

“Nope,” she said calmly. “It makes you look like an asshole, though.”

“No offense, really, but it’s none of your business-and I don’t know what he’s told you and-”

“A lot,” Kim said. Your eye twitched.

“Well t-then you know what I d-did,” you’d begun to stutter. Badly. “So how m-much was he snitched about?”

She shrugged her shoulders and gave her (Korean? You couldn’t see from your angle) flag pin one final flick. “Well, not that much. You’re sarcastic, or so I’m told. Nice enough, but you got very violent when that one guy bullied Michelle,” she looked up from her bag. “Oh! You’re nosy.”

Your leg bounced up and down as if it were spasming. So your best friend was talking ‘bout you behind your back. Well, part of your brain blamed him, and the other part still replayed the “dead parent” exchange every night before bed. And yes, you didn’t get much sleep these days. “Peter said I’m nosy?”

“No, but you can’t seem to get off my family’s ass,” Kim scoffed. “So I just assumed. What- am I wrong?”

“Y-yes,” you cleared your throat. “Yes. Very wrong. Sorry, but I’m not the one who’s smuggling weapons.”

She glanced around her to make sure no one heard and looked back at you with stony brown eyes. The group of idiots in the corner were still loud enough to mask the conversation, a herd of girls gathered around their friend were giggling. Ms. Baker still wasn’t back.

“I don’t think you understand my circumstances, hon,” she hissed, a tense smile stretching over her features. You saw a single boy in the corner, peering at the two of you from behind a small book but he’d looked away when Kim smiled. “You think Midtown is cheap? Think my dad wants to endanger our family for the freaks who buy his shit?”

You shook you head frantically. Her story sounded all to familiar. “I wouldn’t have known if it weren’t dangerous. The guy you’re selling them to-”

“Pays well,” she clipped. “Doesn’t matter who he is or where he’s from- he pays us generously. In the long run it’s more than we could ever give back.”

“You have no idea what he’ll do with them,” you whispered fiercely. “He disappears after you talk to him and that’s just okay to you? That man-”

She laughed bitterly. “He’s not a man and you know that.”

“He- he’s…” your breathing was becoming laboured, an oncoming panic attack. “And you don’t see anything, I don’t know- wrong with that? What th-”

Kim latched onto your wrist, making the wind leave your lungs. “Did you think it was wrong to leave my mother in that building?” she asked quietly, scraping her nails down your skin. Hot tears brimmed your lower lashes and you clenched your teeth to stop the screech that bubbled in your throat. Thum-thump...thum-thump...

Still you nodded; yes.

“So you’re admitting it was a mistake on your part?” she smiled kindly. Her thumb delicately traced the protruding veins on your wrist (thum-thump!) Once again, you nodded hastily. What else were you to do, scream? And for who? The jackasses who threw someone’s phone? The bitches who were currently showing off their hickeys? The single, lonely, creepy guy and his copy of Animal Farm?

“But you still left her there,” she said sadly. The nail of her thumb pressed dangerously on your central vein, the heartbeat growing weaker and somehow louder in your head. A nauseating, throbbing pulse echoed in your ears. Thum-thump!

She dug her nail into the vein. Thum-thump! Thum-thump! Thum-thump!

“I wish it was different,” Kim murmured. You were startled by her suddenly glassy orbs. “If you’d saved her, maybe dad would’ve stopped selling those things. He used to only sell guns, y’know? But that was never enough money...”

Thum-thump! Thum-thu--

She threw your aching arm away. “Whoops- forgot about that.”

You cradled the wrist close to your chest, watching her with feral eyes and ragged breathing. Kim had the gall to pat your other arm sympathetically, ignoring the way your body flinched. “You won’t tell anyone about this, will you?” she asked, blinking innocently.

“What if I d-do?”

You’d rather drown in the Hudson than hear her answer that.

Thankfully, she never does. Kimberly’s full lips curled up in a half smile, half snarl. You don’t get an reply, though you don’t really need one. Truth was, if this “buyer” was as powerful as he seemed, there was no limit to what he could do. Kim knew this all too well. She stood up, steadied her bag on one shoulder and practically bounced away.

Her flats clicked merrily with each step.

AN: Holy fucking shit it’s been 5 months god damn shit fuck fuck sorry?

Tags: @4-a-m, @miss-glitch, @runs-with-sciss0rs, @lubrielx, @kaitlynthehuman, @b-lyn-k, @hotsocke, @therealwatermelon, @shipping-the-unsinkable-ship, @vivideley, @rosieredcheeks, @everythingthatisrandom, @mcheung0314, @spiderdudeparker, @lou-la-lou

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jaerie · 5 years

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11/11/11

I was tagged by @phd-mama and @allwaswell16 and @chloehl10 so this is more like 33/11/11 hahaha I got a little carried away with this but I love answering stuff like this

Answer 11 questions, come up with 11 more, tag 11 people.

1. Tell me, do you like music on when you write??

No, I have to have silence. Or, you know, normal household noises. When I was in high school I listened to music with the tv on while doing my homework but now.... I think it’s moreso because I periodically close my eyes and visualize the scene or really throw myself into the character to get the emotions right and the music just takes away from that. I also hear music in a really complex way which I won’t explain here because this is about writing, but yea, it’s too much stimulation

2. Are you someone who plots everything out before you write it?

Absolutely not. I can count on my fingers the number of times I’ve actually plotted something for a fic in this fandom. I’m definitely a fly by the seat of my pants kind of writer. I generally have somewhere the fic is going, but I usually let the characters steer so sometimes it vectors off someplace I never expected it to go. That’s how so many of my better fics have gone. I did have to plot out As We Were, As We Are extensively because wow complex precise true to life timelines, but that’s really the only one I’ve actually done a real one for.

3. Do you write in chronological order?

Most of the time, yes. Occassionally I’ll jump down and write or start a scene that either inspired the whole fic or that I want to get down before I forget it, but I usually write from start to finish.

4. Do you like to eat while writing?

hahahahaha usually no. But only because I’ll get distracted and like.... not write....

5. Is there a trope you love?

I am a sucker for fake/pretend relationships. It’s so obviously one of the most predictable storylines but I’ll read every one of them. I don’t know why. The misunderstanding angst of it... I don’t know!

6. Have you written it? (See 5)

I don’t... think so... Is that bad I don’t remember? But I don’t think I have

7. Is there a trope you hate?

I can’t really do the sugar baby/daddy scenario... there are a few cases where it’s worked but in general, no.

8. Have you written it? (See 7)

I think there is a little bit of it in a couple maybe? And someone asked me to write one that’s still in my maybe pile... so I might.

9. Can you read your main ship with other pairings?

Depends. Usually yes because if it’s a pairing I don’t like I just kind of generically gloss over it in my mind a bit? Or imagine the same description but not that exact person? But there aren’t really a lot of absolute nos for me and it’s usually related to me not like that PERSON rather than the ship (taylor swift for example, have to really speed through fics with her in parts BUT like I said, it’s easy for me to imagine a likeness that’s not HER specifically. Idk). If it’s well written then it’s worth getting through it, if it’s not well written, I probably wouldn’t finish it anyway.

10. What’s a solid NO GO for you?

I don’t have many and most of them even have exceptions so I don’t know what a solid no is until I see a tag that’s a solid no?? And they’re the usual general niche things? (scat, watersports, idk those things) Hardcore bdsm-type is a no for me (but there have been some exceptions). MOST things that are nos for me like daddy kink, I can still read the fic, I just kind of... speed through those parts? I don’t really have any actual triggers... I don’t really read a lot of girl direction if they’re both girls. Which is a weird complicated issue for me because I WRITE IT. And there are some good ones out there that I have read but in general...? idk it’s weird and probably has a lot to do with me being sdpofijapsdgjoidsjfosdj about words for vagina rather than it actually being girls. But to be fair it took me years to be comfortable writing cock and dick without blushing and running off. I don’t know, it’s something about reading it that it usually isn’t my first choice. That was a long complicated answer just to say “not really”

11. Do you have a signature move, aka, let’s say for no particular reason, just because, coming in pants?

oh my god. Yes. Probably. I can’t think off of the top of my head but I definitely find myself returning to the same phrasing or words or actions. Especially when it comes to abo and knotting.

1. What’s your favourite fic you’ve ever written, and why?

Sisterwives and As We Were, As We Are I think because they are the two I put the most into. Plotting, planning, emotions, etc.

2. Pick three words that you think describe your works overall.

Problematic (lol), intense/emotional, sexual.

3. How long does it take you to write a fic?

Varies. I’ve written 20k+ in 24 hours and I’ve written 5k in a month. Really depends on what I’m working on and my emotional state of stress.

4. What’s the hardest thing about writing?

For me? Fluff and filler. And English. I’ve fallen into a pattern of writing that probably has a lot of errors in tense. But... it is what it is.

5. Do you listen to music or anything while you write? What’s normal for you when you write?

I answered this one in depth above

6. How do you come up with titles for your fics?

I have this terrible thing where I just name a fic and run and then regret it and want to change it once it’s already posted hahahahaha There are a handful that I’ve named after Hanson lyrics just because I think it’s funny... but most of the time there is no rhyme or reason to it.

7. What’s one piece of advice you’d give to a new writer?

Just keep writing. Because it’s easy to get discouraged about kudos and attention. Kudos and attention does NOT equal quality. It’s still something that I struggle with letting go, but as a new writer it’s more difficult not to see that as a failure. But my first fics in this fandom still have some pretty low kudos counts and my fics in other fandoms have as few as FIVE kudos. Five. I think they’re great fics, but I’m just not as known in that fandom/there aren’t as many readers. For example, I wrote this AWESOME Brokeback Mountain fic for the Hanson fandom and it has only 15 kudos.

8. How important do you think tags are when you are publishing a fic?

*gets up on soapbox* Tags are the most important part of publishing a fic. I am a firm believer that anyone can write anything the want as long as it is properly tagged. Proper tagging is the writer’s only responsibility to the reader. If those are in place, what follows doesn’t have to be tailored to anyone.

9. Do you write for fests/exchanges? If so, do you enjoy them? If not, why not?!

I have mixed feelings about this. I used to write for both. Now I exclusively write for fests and I’m selective about the ones I participate in. Why? Well for one, deadlines. I’ve made the mistake too many times of overcommitting and then nothing felt right and I was stessed about it and just... not good. As for exchanges... I’ve been burned in the past? By dropouts and such? Or by the giftee not liking or never reading the fic? Or by me needing to drop out for mental health reasons but not because I was writing FOR someone? I’ve done a handful of pinch hits since I swore off exchanges, but they’re too much anxiety for me personally. (I have had some good experiences with exchanges though!! Not all of them were bad!!)

10. Which work of yours are you most proud of and why?

As We Were, As We Are..... because.... DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH FRICKIN RESEARCH I DID FOR THAT FIC!? ALL WHILE WRITING IT DURING NANO?!?! I put soooooooo much into that fic that I’m sad it didn’t get much attention. It was written for the Alex exchange so Harry is written as Alex so that’s probably why. Some people have a big problem if fics aren’t written a certain way. I don’t know. I was really sad about that though. I LIVED in WWII for months with that fic and it will always be special to me. I’ve even thought about putting more work into into it to have it published somewhere. I know it’s not like... classic 1D fic quality or whatever but I think the bones of it are strong enough. I don’t know, I’m probably delusional. haha but I still like it

11. What’s next for you?

Oh man. Well. I said I was going to stop writing for this fandom. But then this rush of support came in and then I started to feel really spiteful and thought that I’d keep going just because of that... and I feel like I’m only just now gaining a following for my fics that keeps me motivated enough to keep improving... soooo I’ve committed to a few fests coming out this fall. I am also participating in Wordplay going on right now. The first fic comes out tomorrow I think. I also have some Sisterwives timestamps.

1. What fic have you written that you wish everyone would read?

dunkirk fic and sisterwives probably

2. What’s your favorite character you’ve ever written?

hahahahaha harry from one of my yet to be published sekret fics hahahahaha but I really love so many of them like shifter harry

3. What’s your most popular fic and why do you think it’s your most popular?

By Kudos? Where Do We Go Now. And I have no idea. Because I always have to click to even remember which one it is. And it was written so fast and I remember not liking where it went but just hit publish because it was a pinch hit... I honestly have no idea. Someone please give me insight on this because i have no idea.

4. What’s one of your favorite fan fics that you haven’t written?

I kind of answered this above but I’ll also say The Wilds because it wrote so fast. I wrote the whole thing in under 24 hours

5. What is your current WIP about?

Ummmmm Some of them are going to be posted on anon I think? So I’ll just say Thor Harry

6. What is a fic that you hope to write someday?

siiiiigghhhhhhhh my Almost Famous au

7. Do you read fics from other fandoms? Which ones?

I read a lot of Thorki... and random fandoms. I love to read a lot of fucked up shit just for the shock value of it?? I don’t know, I’m weird like that. So I started branching out to general tag searches so I’ve read stuff from tons of fandoms that I don’t even know what they are. I think Supernatural is one I frequent a lot because they have some real fucked up fics.

8. What author or book has influenced you as a writer?

Sooooo There was a writer that really sparked my creativity back when I was in a different fandom. But then they disappeared from that fandom and I ran into them as a popular figure in the 1D fandom but they’re kind of hated in the fandom now?? so I won’t say their name. BUT in the other fandom, they had this fic that I still go back and read to this day every once in a while. It was intense, a lil fucked up, and just... yeah. The kind that sticks with you.

9. What’s one of your favorite books from when you were a child?

Island of the Blue Dolphins. Which I reread a few years ago and ??? idk I was a weird child. I mean I didn’t think it was a BAD book

10. What’s an au/trope that you thought you didn’t like until you read one and loved it?

Harry Potter AUs? haha I’m sure there are more than that because there have been a LOT I didn’t think I’d enjoy and then I loved... OH THE TIME TRAVELER AU. I don’t remember why but I didn’t read that foreeeeever because I didn’t think it was my thing.

11. Choose one: angst or fluff?

angst. this isn’t even a question.

Wow. I probably spent too much time on that. If you’ve made it this far, kudos for sticking in there through my ramblings.

Let’s see.

1. What is the most problematic concept in one of your fics?

2. Mpreg. Yey or ney and why.

3. What aspect of a fic can you write but not read?

4. What aspect of a fic can you read but not write?

5. What fic is your most popular?

6. Is it a fic that surprises you or is it one you wish was not as popular?

7. Is there an exchange/fest that you didn’t write for that you wish you would have?

8. Do you write in any other fandoms?

9. What was the first fandom you started writing for?

10. Do you write other pairings other than your main?

11. What projects are on the back burner?

Omg this was so hard. um.... @tragic---love @wendydarlingfics @reminiscingintherain ummmmmm omg tagging people gives me such anxiety bc i feel like i’m annoying. its a struggle. back at cha @chloehl10

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onelovewonderwoman · 6 years

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okay so lemme tell yalls as my first storytime with mel about these two bitches that get on my god damned nerves ouuuuu hoes you gon be hearing more and more about them. so, i’m friends with these two girls, let’s call one clutch and the other windmill cause it has to do with some sort of characteristic (and my actual close friend @traxgedy came up with the name clutch cause that girl’s on crutches, but like no disrespect to people who give crutches it’s just a nickname and it’s kinda apart of it)

SO today, as i’m still in high school, had a huge chance of being a snowday (where buses are cancelled and there’s technically no school cause no one shows up) and it didn’t end up being a snow day. so me and my other friend (let’s call her brit) brit has taken to twitter as a joke and started tweeting at our school board’s transportation twitter and told me to “unite” so we can protest [literally as a joke, you can see that]. i said “we have exams coming up, we need this snow day @ username of school board transportation” and literally left it at that

so i go to school, feeling good as always cause i got a bunch of friends and aquintences at school, ngl and i go to see clutch and windmill. the moment i go to them and say “hi” clutch didn’t even let me speak before saying “why would you post that on your twitter?? you know universities see that type of stuff” and windmill literally goes after, “you’re gonna be homeless and never get anything in your life because of this” so sure of her words

my eyes popped out of my socket and i’m just thinking in my head ‘are you both fucking stupid??’

and like i’m just like wtv in my mind and turn to look at my other friend, who is @ traxgedy (i’m not gonna yah her twice cause it’s just annoying on both ends, oh and let’s just call her recal) so i just turn to recal and start to mind my own god damn business and another friend, let’s call her desert, comes in with this big ass shakespeare book, saying she’s read ahead, and i go “i haven’t even started the act we’re reading” and this bitch windmill just kinda turns in her chair and mutters under her breath, idk if she wanted me to hear, and goes “cause you have too many distractions”

oooooo and this bitch is taking about my my close ass friend recal cause she’s called recal that before. LIKE BITCH DID I ASK YOU FOR YOUR OPINION

and lemme just prefasis that these two literally never want me to be friends with anybody else, and like they make me feel bad if i go hang with recal and her much more fun and freeing and nice friends.

usually i stay, but i was so fed up this time i just told recal and i was like “i wanna go hang with the other guys and stuff”

and recal knows how these girls are cause i’ve told her and stuff about how they treat me and stuff, and she HATES the hell out of them so the dumbass (and i say this in the most caring way possible cause she’s freakin awesome i can’t even says f*** when i talk about her cause that’s just disrespect) just fucking smiles and turns and is like “k, cmon let’s go”

so we go

when class starts, i’m in class with clutch (who is the worst of all btw) and literally is trying to act so chill with me when she’s just so ugh (and lemme just tell you, ik the thing that happened in the morning is so small and stupid, but there’s just so many other things that i’ll get to in another thing because this is a story and i’ll tell you guys another time how the feelings are on every part and stuff) but yeah so i just barely talked. and i barely even talked to anybody! like it was like one of those days where i was down and i didn’t feel like going around and being like myself and everyone has that, right???? seriously, correct me if i’m wrong, please.

so fast forward to lunch, recal is tellin me that i have to spend it with her instead of windmill, clutch, and brit (which i felt kinda bad about, but not because of guilt with windmill and clutchbecause i’m so done with them by this point, but i really love brit cause she’s awesome) she’s saying like “you can’t let them control you” and it’s true ya know?

like it’s like they think they have this control over me and who i hang out with. if i don’t hang with them, everyone else is a distraction. if i don’t do my homework, everyone else is a distraction. if i don’t listen or watch something they send me, ITS BECAUSE EVERYONE ELSE IS A DISTRACTION. (and this bitch clutch is obsessed with Maroon 5, and no hate to the band, but she’s always trying to get me to listen to their stuff and sends me stuff to listen too. i’m like okay i’ll listen to them but i don’t have all the time in the world to do so! and this bitch thinks i do!)

but like whatever. lunch is good. i spend it away from them and it’s kinda awesome cause i get to spend my time with actual good friends who don’t try to put me down (clutch always seems to think that if her mark is lower than mine, then there’s something wrong. in english tho cause that’s the only class we have together and lord help me if next semester i have more than one class with her and windmill imma cry)

but after third period, i’m going down to fourth cause my school has three god damned floors, i see clutch. this bitch just gives me that one face with squinted eyes and it’s like that wtf face and i’m just thinking ‘what the hell is she so mad about’ so i’m just walking past her while i say to her, cause we don’t have much time to get to classes, “what’s wrong??” she doesn’t answer and brushes me off and goes on her way

brit just taps me while we’re walking and goes, “she’s just mad that you didn’t talk to her this morning and stuff, don’t sweat it. just don’t tell her i told you, she’ll get mad.” (brit’s a sweatheart just so you know she never wants anything bad to happen)

but i go off on her (not on brit but like i start venting-ish about clutch)

i go “i don’t have to talk to her every waking day, i have other friends too i’m allowed to talk to them and stuff like she doesn’t control me”

it kinda ends there but i went on to tell recal the same things i’m bouta tell you. this both clutch is always ALWAYS in a bad mood. the normal thing for people not talking to you or something is because they’re in a bad mood and sometimes pissed off at you, but not even all the time. she may not think she pissed me off (which she did, but it’s not just with something that tiny from this morning, but she’s just always so rude towards me and trying to put me down and it’s just for something tomorrow, i’ll tell you guys tomorrow morning about the feelings part and stuff) but just like people are allowed to be in a bad mood. this bitch acts as though she hadn’t said on multiple occasions “don’t talk to me, i’m in a bad mood” and stuff like that! she’s always complaining about school and mostly her knee and doctors to me. like she’s always pissed off and it’s suddenly not okay for me to be. like it’s not okay for me to be happy with other people and it’s not okay for me to be pissed off at her or windmill.

but the thing is also that i talked to the bitch in class too, i wasn’t even rude or any of that shit! i was just normal but not as hyper and shit like i usually am (like making dirty ass jokes and shit like that) but it’s just ugh.

like im trying so hard to shake her and not have a relationship with her, at least not a close one, but it’s so hard especially with how i have really nice and good friends who are friends with them. and like i know from personal experience how much shit they talk. like they’ve talked about people who they think thought they were “too good for them” and left their group to go hang out with other people. and okay the time i would be “yeah that’s really douchey man i’m sorry” BUT IM NOT SORRY ANYMORE BITCH THIS IS WHY THEY LEFT

my friends now, not the bitches, are so sweet and fucking care about me as a person and don’t try to deliberately tear me down as an individual and turn me into someone that i’m not

WOOH i’m done jeez that was long as fuck

more to come hoes more to come

#two bitches sitting in a tree k-i-l-l kill me please #storytime with mel

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13flowersandfoxes · 7 years

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1-99 please and thank

I vote you do this too you turd

* do you have a favourite sweater? * My green one* what’s your middle name? * Not telling 😊* do you still talk to the first person you kissed? * Nope* do you get on with your grandpa? * They’re both dead so…. * what was your favourite cartoon as a kid? * Probably monsters inc or nightmare before Christmas. Or Aladdin. Or lilo and stitch. I DUNNO. * what’s your favourite cartoon now? * Pretty much the same, except you can add tangled to the list* do you read the news paper? * No* who was the last text you sent to ? * Brendan* what does the last text you sent say? * :P* if you could have any hair colour what would it be? * Red with a bit of green. Maybe purple?* do you like nature documentaries? * Yeah :)* what is your aesthetic? * Nature, also just super classy looking stuff. Or old stuff. Idk* when did you last pet a dog? * Probably when I left my place in Utah. It’s been a while :(* whose friend’s parents do you like the most? * Probably my guy best friends * have you ever been on a road trip? * Hahahaha that’s cute yes* tell me about someone you know called emma * A cranky black cat* are you reading a book in english class, what is it? * I’m reading dark places by Gillian flynn for fun* do you have a favourite aunt? * Yeah the aunt I’m living with* baths or showers * both* skiing or sun bathing? * Sun bathing cause I don’t know how to ski* do you kill spiders? * Pretty much only if they’re in my shower or upsetting my pets* have you ever made an ice pop? * I don’t know* are you wearing shoes right now? * No* tell me about you favourite primary school/elementary school teacher * I don’t really remember them that well and I have more bad memories of teachers than good. Not that they were all bad, just that I had one particularly horrible teacher. There was one teacher at the school I didn’t have that was awesome though* who was the last person you hugged? * I think the guy that offered to let me work with him at his wedding company as an intern for a wedding * do you wear glasses? * Yes* do you have a cat? * Yes* do you have a favourite pair of underwear? * A couple lol* what was your last tweet? * I don’t have twitter * do you still use facebook? * Not really* do you like birds? * More for watching. They’re not an animal I’ve ever thought of having as a pet* who was the last person you called cute? * All of tumblr?* how did you meet your best friend? * Theatre class* escalators or elevators? * Depends * are you named after anyone, who? * No* what was your first url? * Same as this one* autumn or winter? * Autumn * do you win at scrabble? * Yeah* put your ipod on shuffle , who is the first song that comes up by? * Kate Nash * have you ever drunk from a mason jar? * Maybe* can you draw? * A little. I probably would be decent if I’d ever worked at it or had a teacher but I had a teacher who was an asshole and wouldn’t let me take art* what was your first profile picture? * How the fuck am I supposed to remember it’s literally been years?* favourite tshirt? * If we’re talking softest my salt lake comic con one is amazing. But I also love my Batman one cause Batman * best tumblr friend? * I know @aqueous-stars really well, but lately I’ve been talking to you a lot, it changes from time to time though just as I talk to people and such* when did you last run? * Probably when I had to run after my friends cause they’re crazy * do you like to paint your nails? * Yeah* did you ever do something as a kid that got you into loads of trouble? * I punched a girl in the face. But I got off easy cause I didn’t have a disciplinary past. And I got in trouble loads with my parents. Including them removing my bedroom door which I hateeeeed cause I have this thing about doors being left open* who is your favourite dog that isn’t yours? * My old next door neighbors retriever/lab mix named Sarah, she was a big drunken sweetheart and was always so happy to see me * have you ever been drunk? * Nope* have you ever done something you regret while drunk? * Nope* do you want to kiss anyone right now? * Kinda. Not necessarily anyone in particular, just affection would be nice* do/did you like you math teacher? * Yeah I only had one math teacher I didn’t like and it was just cause he didn’t focus. Nice guy, just didn’t teach. * do you often ride the bus? * Not very often* do you have a fireplace in your house? * Yeah* are you violent when you’re angry? * Yeah. Not at people though. I just wanna throw things and hurt myself. * do you cry when you’re angry? * Yeah. * favourite Harry potter book? * Probably 3* can you remember your last dream? * Nope* do you go to bed early or late? * I go back and forth* do you speak a second language? * Trying to learn German* who was your first ever best friend? * My friend Julia. We’re still friends but we’re very different from each other, but our families are friends and everything so we grew up together. We even moved from California to Utah at the same time* have you ever had an operation? * 4 knee surgeries * tell me about your favourite cousin * I don’t really talk to any ofmy cousins. I call another family friend who’s my best friend my cousin though. His name is John and he’s a great guy. * do you have a piece of clothing that doesn’t even fit you anymore but you can’t bare to throw away? * Yeah I have this gorgeous blue dress* have you ever been in a musical? * Yeah * do you have a porch? * No I guess not* how many times have you watched your favourite movie? * I dunno I don’t count these things * what do you order at mcdonalds? * An über home* do you get on with old people? * Not really. My grandmother hates me irrationally so I have a hard time being comfortable with them. I do know an amazing man in his 70s named buzz whom I would pay good money just to hang out with again cause he’s so much fun* science fiction or romance? * Both?* do you take naps? * Yes * how many classes do you/did you take in high-school? * A lot* when did it last snow where you live? * In Utah:yesterday probably. In California: like when I was 11* does it ever snow where you live? * Yes* how many months until your birthday? * 9* how much charge does your computer have right now? * 21* what is your favourite disney channel movie? * Starstruck is a guilty pleasure TBH (his eyes are gorgeous okay)* the city or the sea side? * Sea side* what is your least favourite colour? * Orange* do you have homework to do? * Nope* are you still friends with your first best friend? * Yes* do you have/are you the gay cousin? * I’m bi, but me and none of my cousins are out if they are gay. Lol* do you own dungarees? * I know I’ve heard the translation but I forgot and idc* do you like to play sport? * Yes* what was your favourite ever christmas present? * Disneyland pass* how old are you? * 20* what is your mum’s name? * Nope* do you ever use internet explorer? * Nope* have you ever had blonde hair? * It’s my natural color* is their a play park near your house? * They’re building one right across the street * when did you last see the person you have a crush on? * A few weeks ago. But I’ll see him soon* who did you last talk to on the phone? * My mom/sisters* pants or dresses? * Either. I’m not picky* do you read fan fiction? * Not really. I don’t have the attention span. I’ll read short ones I see here sometimes thought * what is your favourite blog? * I dunno* do you write poetry? * Not really* drama or comedy? * Both* have you ever had a hickey? * Yep

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