#that paired up with a baja blast is The Fucking Best

[transmortifried]

tagged by @catgirl-kaiju for this ask game, who had better appreciate how hard it was to copy all these questions on mobile

What was your last…

• Beverage: last night's ice water with black cherry drops added that i took my pills with this morning

• Phone call: took a call for work, which is like 90% of what i do for a living

• Text message: i think it might have also been a work thing?

• Song you listened to: postmodern jukebox's cover of lovefool, which came up on a playlist i had on in the background and then i had to track it down

• Time you cried: a while ago. it's personal.

Have you ever…

• Dated someone twice: i'm only still in contact with one of my exes

• Kissed someone and regretted it: yeah

• Lost someone special: that's personal as well

• Been depressed: hon we're on the depression website, what do you think

• Been drunk and threw up: haha yeah, my 21st birthday, it was really bad. i STILL can't drink tequila

In the last year, have you…

• Made a new friend: i'd like to think so!

• Fallen out of love: nah

• Laughed until you cried: yeah of course i like to laugh. might've been the pride flag ohio flag incredibles post that did it last.

• Found out who your true friends are: pass

• Found out someone is talking about you: please, people are always talking about me. i'm hot as hell and unpredictably awkward, it keeps them guessing

General

• How many people on your fb list do you know in real life: who the hell still uses facebook

• List three of your favorite colors: red, charcoal grey, and stygian blue

What was your first…

• …surgery: unless getting teeth pulled counts, none

• …piercing: earrings, but that's boring. it went septum, then navel, then eyebrow

• …best friend: someone i went to elementary school with. we don't talk anymore but we've been through some shit together. we were roommates for a couple months too.

• …sport you joined: i was forced to play baseball as a child against my will and spent the whole time being as bad at it on purpose out of spite.

• …vacation: probably a trip up to the smoky mountains?

• …pair of trainers:

• i don't care enough about shoes to be able to answer this

Right now what are you…

• …eating: taco bell baybee! steak crunchwrap with chipotle sauce, grilled chicken 5-layer burrito, and a chalupa that i got for free

• …drinking: large baja blast no ice, see above

• …about to do: sit at work wondering if it's gonna rain again because if it does then i can leave

Your future

• Do you want kids: nope!

• Do you want to get married: maybe!

• Ideal career: independently wealthy and unemployed!

Which do you think is better…

• …lips or eyes: i'm gonna say lips because eye contact makes me uncomfortable

• …hugs or kisses: kisses

• …shorter or taller: *thinks about my two 6 foot girlfriends* no comment

• …older or younger: slightly older, and yet i keep being the slightly older one in my recent flirtations

• …romantic or spontaneous: this is a false dichotomy???? spontaneously romantic

• …nice stomach or nice arms: tough call, but i'm gonna say arms

• …sensitive or loud: LOUD. i love it when a woman feels like she can just talk atound me yknow?

• ...hook up or relationship: relationship. i'm literally no good at hookups

• …trouble-maker or hesitant: trouble-maker for sure!

Have you ever…

• …kissed a stranger: yup!

• …drank hard liquor: twice a week, yeah

• …lost glasses/contacts: not permanently

• …had sex on the first date? jeez i had to think about it but i have. would have preferred to finish the movie though.

• …broken someone’s heart: maybe? we didn't keep in touch.

• …been arrested: nah, but i've been given the Official Warning

• …turned someone down: yeah

• …cried when someone died: hey what the fuck

Do you believe in…

• …yourself:

• …miracles: yeah i mean there's pretty concrete proof of magnets existing

• …love at first sight: nah that's just thinking someone's hot. love is a process that takes time to develop

• …heaven: nah

• …Santa Claus: no i'm not five and for real i hate christmas, least favorite holiday by a decent margin

• …kiss on the first date: i can't imagine this being a big deal to anybody. literally cannot fathom it

• …angels: nope!

i am tagging...

YOU

[fizzybizzy]

just had my own sort of ratatouille moment while biting into this cheesy taco my dad got from taco bell I get this kinda shit like bi-weekly but I still needed the moment to just sit on my ass and let the flavor wash over me in tranquility 

#fizzy.txt #I bet it's like 60% the fact that I haven't ate all day and 40% the taco just being THAT good #in case ur wondering it's those nacho cheese tacos . supreme cuz I like da sour cream #that paired up with a baja blast is The Fucking Best

[usercass]

50 Question Tag

yeah im making this a seperate post or it'll be waaayyy too long but thank you for the tag!! @apatheticanvas67482

1. What is the color of your hairbrush?

i dont actually own a hairbrush.....

2. Name a food you never eat

cooked carrots, love them raw but i cannot i will gag

3. Are you typically too warm or too cold?

too warm i will keep my fan on in the winter bc id rather bundle up

4. What were you doing 45min ago?

facetiming my fam i miss them so much 😭

5. Favorite candy bar?

uhh prob symphony bar

6. Have you ever been to a professional sports game?

once i think i was 6 or 7 and it was a seattle mariners game and i hated it

7. What is the last thing you said outloud?

either love you bye to my fam or saying hello to my cat

8. Favorite ice cream?

lotta sweet questions i dont eat a lot of sweets but ummmm this specific huckleberey ice cream in my college town

9. What is the last thing you had to drink?

water always i drink water religiously

10. Do you like your wallet?

yeaaahhh its a mans wallet but i like it bc i like small purses

11. What is the last thing you ate?

currently eating hot cheetos while doing this...

12. Did you buy any new clothes last week?

i bought my bridesmaids dress for my sisters wedding :):):)

13. What's the last sporting event you watched?

probably the last game i worked in sports medicine in high school which was probably baseball

14. Favorite flavor of popcorn?

some of these are such obscure questions but ummm idk classic salt and butter

15. Who is the last person you sent a text to?

My bro as usual hes my best friend

16. Ever go camping?

oh hell yea my family has gone camping at least once every year since before i can remember but thats pretty common on the west coast i think

17. Do you take vitamins?

seriously what are these questions no i dont and dont come for me

18. Do you regularly attend a place of worship?

yes ma'am can i get a hallelu

19. Do you have a tan?

nooo im pasty

20. Do you prefer chinese or pizza?

probablt chinese bc variety and ragoons

21. Do you drink soda out of a straw?

not exclusively

22. What color socks do you usually wear?

black always and forever

23. Do you ever drive above the speed limit?

i aint no wuss

24. What terrifies you?

things i cant control especially people's preception of me

25. Look to you left what do you see?

my florence + the machine shirts hung up on my dorm wall bc im too lazy to decorate

26. What chore do you hate the most?

dusting i hate having to move shit, dust, then move it back

27. What do you think when you hear an australian accent?

who came up w these i wanna know why australlian specifically

but nicole kidman

28. What is your favorite soda?

uhhhhhhhh baja blast

29. Do you go inside fast food places or use the drive thru?

drive thru

30. What is your favorite number?

currently its the gas rate constant .08206 bc fuck chemistry but i like that number

31. Last person you talked to?

fam already established

32. Favorite cut of beef?

this is a no beef house we tryna destroy the beef industry thank you

33. Last song you listened to?

it was hamilton.... but i said that last tag game so imma say the one before that which was Les Amours Dévouées by Cœur De Pirate

34. Last book you read?

if webtoons and textbooks dont count Inside the Criminal Mind

35. Favorite day of the week?

probably sunday bc i love going to church and chilling w the fam

36. Can you say the alphabet backwards?

i actually can i learned in middle school so i could flex

37. How do you like your coffee?

i like it just the right amount of sweetness and bitter and nutty tho ive been drinking tea more

38. Favorite pair of shoes?

prob my teeva sandals made from recycled materials and comfy af

39. Time you normally get up?

9:30-10ish if i dont have class

40. Sunrise or sunset?

now im singing fiddler on the roof i love sunrises but im rarely awake for them

41. How many blankets on your bed?

single comforter bc im always warm

42. Describe your kitchen plates

well im at college rn so theyre teal plastic disks could be a frisbee honestly

43. Describe your kitchen at the moment

again at college so its p big to accomadate 6 girls but its actually p clean all the time

44. Do you have a favorite alcoholic drink?

i dont drink anymore but when i did i loved crown royal whiskey

45. Do you play cards?

i play card games but if you mean poker nope

46. What color is your car?

hes a gorgeous silver 2010 volvo xc60 with a peridot sticker on the side that says clod

47. Can you change a tire?

i know how to but bolts are rlly tight and idk if im strong enough

48. Favorite state?

ummm i have a fondness for washington because its where i grew up and i loooove the rain

49. Favorite job you've had?

ive only had two sooo i guess caption call we used voice to text to print what was being said on the phone so people w hard of hearing can read the convo

50. Tagging EVERYOONE bc im too much of a wuss to tag people yaaaayyy

but tag me if you do it i wanna get to know you guys

also someone teach me how to do the continue reading thing

#tag game #i spent so long doing this #focuses on some weird stuff but uhh #get to know me #id love to get to know you

[chloca-cola]

Bear Witness Chap 3

Oh poor Leon when will stop torturing you???

TW: Swearing, that's all

Pairings: LeonxReader

Word count: 1,173

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"Even though what you did for me the other day was touching, I'm still gonna utilize this." Leon stated, tapping the GPS device on your ankle as you pouted, arms folded over your chest tightly, very sullen that you're basically a prisoner now. 

      "I do not like Miss Hunnigan." You stated, puffing a strand of your hair from your face, jaw set in annoyance, feeling completely betrayed by someone you didn't even know. Leon chuckled, finally feeling like he may have the upper hand here for once, and he plopped his ass next to you on the couch, holding his phone up at eye level to you.

       "See that little blinking dot," he asked, pointing at the screen, smiling deviously at you, talking to you as if you were a five year old. "That's you (y/n). I will know your every move now." You huffed, looking away from the phone, tightening your crossed arms to your chest more.

       "Even though that sounds kinky, I'm mad at you too, Agent Kennedy." Leon just laughed, patting your shoulder, leaning forward to pick up the remote, tossing his phone onto the coffee table.

        "You'll get over it, Princess." Was he reply as he began to channel surf, and you reluctantly looked at the screen out of the corner of your eye, not wanting to give in so easily, but he paused on your favorite movie that you hadn't seen in years. An internal war raged inside you, but you quickly snatched the remote from him to keep him from changing the channel. You pulled a throw pillow onto your lap and hugged it to your chest, as you nestled into the couch more.

         "This is such a great movie. I think you'll appreciate it, my dude." Leon smiled at you, also nestling down into the couch, reaching out, he tapped the back of your hand gently to get your attention, his fingers lingering on your skin.

         "Told ya you'd get over it." He teased and you gave him a playful smile, shrugging.

         "What can I say, Leon? It seems I can't stay mad at you. Unless, of course, you don't pay attention to the damn movie!" You say sternly, poking his cheek and turning his face to the TV screen. You smile at him as he watched the movie, seeming to be getting into it. You couldn't lie to yourself anymore, you felt feelings budding for Leon. You'd been cooped up in this swanky condo for a handful of days now, and the fact that he hadn't asked to be reassigned really made you like him. Perkins had been in the room with you for 10 minutes and had given up.

         Here Leon is, watching a movie with you, starting to tease you back which you absolutely adored, and a warm fuzzy feeling pooled in your stomach.

         "You're missing the movie." You hadn't even realized Leon was now looking at you and you blushed, turning your attention to the TV, sinking down into the couch, hoping you could disappear. 

         Leon stretched as the credits rolled and turned his face to you to admit that it had been a great movie to see you were fast asleep. You looked so peaceful, face completely relaxed and he couldn't help but wonder if everyone looked so much younger when they're asleep. Hesitantly, not wanting to wake you, he gently ran his fingers through your hair, brushing it back from your face. You stirred and he froze, but all you did was leaned over on him, nuzzling into his bicep, humming contentedly.

          He continued to watch you sleep, not daring to move in fear he would wake you up, when his phone vibrates violently on the coffee table, scaring you awake and you sat up quickly.

         "I gotta take this, sorry." Leon mumbled, leaving the room to take the call, hoping you would just drift back off to sleep. "What's up Hunnigan?"

        "Alan Reicherman still hasn't been located, Leon. He wasn't where he last known location was and he hasn't resurfaced yet." Leon grunted, sitting down on the edge of his bed. "How did (y/n) like her new ankle bracelet?" Hinnigan quipped and Leon got a soft smile on his face, his shoulders relaxing as he remembers the pouty look you were giving him earlier.

        "She was pretty upset." Hunnigan blinked, cocking her head, her eyebrow quirked. 

        "Leon...you're not...getting feelings for her, are you?" His face flushed red and he shook his head.

         "W-what?" He sputtered indignantly, clearly flustered by Hunnigan's question. "Why would you think that?" She sighed softly, adjusting her glasses. 

         "Leon...you can't-"

         "And I'm not, problem solved, Hunnigan." He answered a little more convincingly than before. She released a resigned sigh, not completely sure he was telling the truth, never having seen him smile so warmly at a memory.

       "Ok Leon." She conceded. "I'll call you as soon as I get more information." She disconnected the call, and Leon hung his head, his hands dangling between his legs, his elbows resting on his thighs.

        "Hunnigan doesn't miss anything. That's annoying too." He mumbled to himself, before dragging himself off the bed to check on you in the living room, and of course; you weren't there. "Son of a bitch!" Leon cursed loudly, moving to the kitchen to see if you were sitting on the floor again, but no, you weren't there either. "(Y/n) you better just be messing with me right now!" He listened for laughter, still nothing.

       He unlocked the screen of his phone and pulled up the GPS locator and seen your blinking light in the park across the street from the condo. He grabbed his jacket and keys to the door and ran out of the room.

        Leon followed the trail to where the GPS showed you to be, but upon arriving at the bench next to the scenic little pond, you weren't there either. He scratched his head, turning in a circle to see if you were hiding anywhere.

       "This thing busted?" He asked himself, tapping the screen, when a soft honking sound came from behind him. He turned to see a goose with the ankle monitor in his beak. He blinked, before chuckling softly, closing his eyes and shaking his head. He doesn't even know where to begin to figure out how you got it off of your leg. "But where have you gone, (y/n)?" He inquired, anxiety filling the pit of his stomach. He knows that Alan could be anywhere right now.

        Leon took a step closer to the foul, who honked more angrily at him, and Leon held up his hands in a placating manner.

         "I just want that thing in your mouth. God, I'm talking to a damn bird." He then just reached out his hand to take it from the goose, another angrier honk and the goose charged at him. Leon let out a yelping noise, turned and started running.

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         Leon slammed open the door leading to your shared condo, face covered in dirt, his jacket also smeared with mud, hair a mess with leaves and twigs sticking out in random directions to find you sitting indian style on the couch, a wedge of quesadilla in your mouth. You swallow the laughter building in you as you looked him over. He glared at you as he reached up and pulled a single twig from his hair.

        "Hey, buddy, what happened to you?" You couldn't hide the humor in your tone as you sat the food back onto your plate.

        "How'd you get that ankle monitor off?" You grin at him, putting on your best 'wise sage' face.

        "Ahhh, young grasshopper. A master never tells." You reach out and pick up the drink on the table, holding it up towards him. "I got you this Baja Blast Freeze if it makes you feel better." Leon was still glaring as he picked more debris from his hair and trying to straighten it back out.

        "It doesn't." You roll your eyes at him, shaking the drink at him.

        "Come on, Leon, it's bomb ass, I swear. Just try it!" He lifted his eyes to the ceiling, sighing, placing his hands on his hips.

        "Fine." He finally agrees, coming to sit next to you on the couch, taking the drink and sipping it. He nodded approval, shrugging a shoulder. "Why don't you seem to be taking this seriously?" He finally asks and you hum in response. You swallowed your mouthful of food, looking at him with a serious expression, your guard finally down and he could see the real fear in them now.

         "I'm scared, ok, Leon? I really am. I can't just let darkness close in on me. I want to live, not hide away. Alan...he was using my blood to test out his fucking viruses. I...just want to feel normal again. I get to do that with you…" He looked away from you, mulling over your words.

        "Is it easy?" His voice was quiet, and you could see that he was looking back into his own past, at something you knew nothing about. You reach out and brush his mop of bands from his face, pulling out a leaf he missed.

        "Nothing ever is." You answered honestly, giving him a weak smile when he looked back at you. "Helps when your protector looks hot as fuck too." You compliment, trying to lighten the mood again. Leon eyes studied yours, feeling like he was trying to stare into your soul. You both leaned towards each other, your heartbeat was quickening the closer you got to his lips.

        His breath was warm as it fanned over your mouth, his lips brushing against yours, and his phone rang, causing you both to jump back away from one another. 

        "Yes, Hunnigan?" Leon answered gruffly, and you waved as you took another bite of your dinner.

        "I just got your message about needing another monitor?" You giggled at her confused expression, and even Leon chuckled. 

         "Yeah, uh, a goose took the other one." 

         "A. Goose. Took. The. Other. One." She repeated each word slowly, her face a mixture of confusion and aggravation. She removed her glasses, pinching the bridge of her nose, and Leon nodded.

        "But, don't worry about the monitor. It didn't work the first time, I'm not trying it again." She replaced her glasses, pushing them up the bridge of her nose with her index finger.

        "You know, Leon...I think it's easier to deal with bioterrorism. And I'm sending another one." She states, causing you both to laugh, as she ended the call. 

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@mitsuintheworks @kezikatescribbling @imagineleonkennedy @disneymarina @locus-desperatus @nthevalkyrie

#leon kennedy #leon scott kennedy #leon s kennedy #resident evil leon #re leon #biohazard leon #biohazard #leon x reader #leon x you

[suckitsurveys]

Why did you close the door the last time you closed one? I closed the door to get into the office because it’s supposed to be closed. Stripes or polka dots? Either are cute. Do you care if people touch you when they’re talking to you? Depending on the person, but usually yes I do care don’t touch me that’s weird. What is your gender? I’m a woman.  Do you think that people think its obvious? Assuming people’s genders is gross.

How long did your first date last? *shrugs* Is your favorite color within 10 feet of you? It’s on me, even. Highlight of your day? Having the window open with the smell and sounds of the storm that just happened. Would you rather be on a boat or a plane? A plane. Can you tell when girls (or guys) have eyeliner on? Uh, yes? Can you cook? I could be better. How high is your ceiling? I have no idea. Maybe 7ft? We are in the basement so they aren’t too tall. Whats the worst job you can think of? I don’t know. Do you swear a lot? Fuck yeah. Does the last person you texted have an O in their name? In his last name, yes. Is everything working in your house? Uh. Would you rather have a pool or a trampoline? A pool. Does pop give you energy? No, it makes me burp and feel gross. TV show you love with a passion? BOB’S BURGERS!!!!!!!!!!!!! Do you think you learned anything from the worst night of your life? Life goes on, as cliche as that sounds.

Perfect age to get married? Whenever you’re ready.

Is it safe to say you own over 20 pairs of shoes? I probably own just about 20. Name a career path that women are known for taking. Whatever the fuck they feel like. Favorite type of cookie? Sugar. A quality you look for in choosing a significant other? Humor. What would I find if I looked in your pocket? Nothing. Maybe lint? What was your first word? I have no idea, probably something basic like momma. A musical instrument you wouldn’t mind learning how to play? Guitar. Last time you went to 7-eleven? Oh man, it’s been a while. I should have gone yesterday, it was free slurpee day. A fast food restaurant that you hate with a passion? I wouldn’t call it “with a passion” but I don’t like Burger King. Does everyone in your family have a job? Sure. Going anywhere this weekend? Not like on a trip, no. Is your room ever clean? It usually is. What does it mean when youre being quiet? I’m not talking. Last person you had a face to face conversation with? Miles. Wheres your phone? Next to me. Do you know the difference between your and you’re? Yes I do. How late did you stay up last night? Til about 1. Anyone you’re ready to kill? Sometimes I feel that way. Do you need to get a tan? Nah. My sunburn is turning into one. What do you want? Healthy and happiness. Favorite TV show as a kid? Pokemon, Garfield and Friends, Tiny Toons.

Whats a show that you absolutely refuse to watch? The Big Bang Theory. How many times have you been in love? Twice-ish. Go camping or go to a party? Camping. Do you remember how old you were when you started swearing? When my sister would baby sit me, she used to let me have “swear time” when I was like 4 haha. How many years older than you would you date someone? I’m good where I’m at. Mark is 5 years older than me. What was the last thing you pinky swore on? I don’t remember. Would you consider yourself a nice person? Yes. Are there a lot of mirrors in your house? No. We need a full length one really bad. Has there ever been a serial killer in your house? I mean, it’s possible.

Do you know anyone who looks like Adam Sandler? No. True or false: Glee is annoying. True. Last thing you cooked? Oatmeal for my grandmother. Do you use slang often? Eh. Wear glasses? I do. .

About how old was the last person that hit on you? Maybe 30 something? What color are your headphones? White. Would you make a good teacher? Why? Fuck no. Don’t you hate those commercials that try too hard? Whatever. Is the fan on? The AC is. Any special reason why you’re taking this survey? I’m bored because there are like no emails coming in right now. What does the last text message you sent say? I sent Mark a recipe.

Your friend needs you to run to the store to get a pregnancy test. Do you? Of course. I don’t see why she wouldn’t be able to do it herself, but I would totally do it if she asked me. Do you log out on facebook when you leave the site? Sometimes. What color are your underwear? They are white. How short are your nails? They are pretty short right now. I need to take this polish off and put strengthener on them so they can grow enough to get a no-chip before my wedding. Do you like the opposite sex to be dominant or you the one in control? Sure. Favorite holiday? Halloween and Christmas. If I asked you to point to Ohio on a map of the US do you think you could? Yes. Youre locked in a room with spiders. Do you have an issue? I’d be more freaked out about being locked in a room tbh. Do you wear your most expensive item of clothing often? No. Do you eat a lot of food? I try not to.

Have your parents ever tried to control your relationship? Nah. Have you ever had to give someone directions before? Yes. Speaking of which, are you good at understanding driving directions? I’m terrible with directions in terms of North South, East, and West, but I know street names and things of that nature. How many people do you text daily? 2 or 3. Mark, Kayla, and Ellen. Do you play any instruments? Which instruments do you play? No. Is there anyone who you call by their last name? No. What did you do on your last birthday? My friend Sarah came down from Boston! Which of the Seven Deadly Sins do you commit the most? Gluttony. Has anyone ever told you that you’re incapable of whispering? No? What is your least favorite subject in school? English. Have you ever been involved in a custody battle before? Nope. Do you know a couple who constantly sucks on each other’s face? Nah. When was the last time you watched a YouTube video? Today. Have you ever babysat a newborn baby before? Yup.

When was the last time you held someone’s hand? Yesterday. How many meals have you eaten today, so far? Two, with some snacks inbetween. I need to work on a snack/food schedule. Do you think it’s stupid for people to call others “hot?” Whatever. Do you personally think Wikipedia is a reliable source? Not 100%, no. Have you ever shopped at Wet Seal before? Did you like it? I’ve been inside one before but I don’t think I ever bought anything. Do you care about spending money if it’s someone else’s money? Yeah, What is your favorite Disney movie of all time? The Emperor’s New Groove and Moana. When you were a child, did you ever want to become a wizard/witch? No. Would you rather have hardwood floors or carpet? Either is fine. Who was the last person you yelled at? Why? My grandmother because she was being super bitchy. As a kid, did you ever go to camp? No. Have you ever made out in a movie theater before? Nope. Are you currently trying to learn to play any instrument? No. When was the last time you went somewhere you thought was haunted? I don’t know. Who was the last person to compliment you? I don’t know. How old were you when you got to go on your first date? I didn’t have any restrictions. Would you call your parents over-protective or under-protective? They were fine. Did your parents ever let you play in the pits of those multicolored balls? Yeah. Have any of your siblings ever had a crush on your significant other? No. Do you still watch cartoons on television? Yes. What do you usually order at Taco Bell, if you go there? Just tacos and a baja blast! Is there anyone currently annoying you? Always. Have you ever felt like someone was following you? When I’m driving sometimes.

Do you like short or long surveys the best? In the middle. This one has been going on for forever. I’ve actually deleted some questions. Have you ever bought fake money and tried to make it pass for real? Why would I buy fake money? Why wouldn’t I just use the money I spent on the fake money?? Are your siblings nice the majority of the time? I have a love/hate relationship with my sister right now. Do you freak out when a thunderstorm comes along? I get a little uneasy, especially if I am alone. How often do you shower? Every other day. Have you ever had to sell something for a school fundraiser? Yes. How many sodas do you usually drink in one day? 0. Have you ever met someone who was completely weird all-around? My favorite kind of people. Do you ever watch any soap operas? Nah. Have you ever met someone who was mean to everyone? Yup. Do you think long surveys are boring or entertaining? They can get a little boring. Like this one oops. What color is your significant other’s hair? Dark brown. Have you ever applied for a job at Walmart before? No. Would you ever become a foster parent? To animals. Are you ashamed of anyone in your family? Yes. When you get married, will you convert your last name? Yes. Are your parents divorced, married or separated? My father is widowed. Has someone ever left a relationship with you for someone else? Yup. Every time I’ve been dumped was because of that hahaha. What’s the most painful thing you’ve ever experienced? Losing my mom. When was the last time you went shoe shopping? It’s been a while. When was the last time you cried? For what reason? Yesterday I read a story about a kitten who had FIP and had to be put down before he was even a year old. What is your favorite shop to go to at the mall? The food court. Have you ever been raped before? Jesus. Why has this been a question in so many surveys I’ve taken lately? Anyway, by definition, yes. Would you ever consider becoming a marine biologist? No. Did you carry a lunchbox as a child? No. On days when I did bring my lunch it was just in a brown paper bag. What is your favorite ‘sweet’ to eat? Brownies. Are you someone who usually eats when you’re bored? I was, but I have gotten so much better. Have you ever eaten your way through a breakup? Nope. Who was the last person you texted? Mark. Do you usually buy popcorn when you eat at the movie theater? Yes, of course. Did you sleep alone or with someone last night? Alone. Mark stayed at the apartment while I stayed at my dad’s. What kind of dressing do you eat on your salad, if any? Bleu cheese. Are you someone who constantly likes to wear hats? No. Have you ever seen a Lifetime movie that relates to your life? Hah. Is it your summer vacation right now? Well it’ summer. Do you like traveling? I do. What color are the walls of the room you’re in right now? White with a purple accent wall.

Do you go to church regularly? Nope. Who’s your best friend? Lydia, Sarah, Randal, Mark. Are you determined? Yes.

Are you always looking for/in a relationship, or do you like being single? I’ve been in the same relationship for the past 6 years. Ever had your heart broken? Yes. Even broken someone else’s heart? Yes. Are you confident? Usually but I have my moments. When’s the last time you smiled? A little bit ago. Are you tan? Burnt.

Any big plans for today/tonight? Getting my oil changed after work, going to the gym, maybe to the grocery store, picking up Mark and getting tacos for dinner since it’s going to be kind of a late night. What’s the background on your computer? A galaxy. Do you have days where you just want to listen to sad songs? Sure. Who’s the last person you kissed? Mark. Are you hoping they will also be the next person you kiss? He will be.

#surveys

[planetbkg]

Drunken Confessions

A/N: A request, finally!!!! I'm so excited to write this, also don't forget to send in request! Thank you to @linmanuclmiranda for helping me edit this! She’s a lifesaver! PS: Did anyone get my How I Met Your Mother reference?

Prompt: Can I request something??? How about a Drunk!Lin confessing his love for the reader but the reader is all flustered and thinks it's just the alcohol talking but it's not. Idk you can elaborate more on that but I love your writing so much!! And If u have any fic recs with Drunk!Lin could u link them? Bc I really need more Drunk!Lin in my life. Thanks~

Pairing: Lin x reader

Warnings: alcohol, cursing (per usual)

Masterlist | Request!

As the costume manager for the musical “Hamilton” at the Richard Rodgers Theater, you were living the dream. You had been blessed with a love for musical theater, but cursed with an inability to sing. Costume manager was the next best thing; however, costumes weren’t  your only job. You made sure Leslie took off his wedding ring, all the mics worked, and you also made sure Anthony put his hair down to play Philip in act two which he often forgot. They had many different names for you such as: “angel in the wings,” “lifesaver,” and “the backbone of Hamilton.”

“Hey, angel in the wings,” Lin said as he walked into the costume storage room.

“Hey, Miranda,” you replied, not looking up from the buttons you were sewing. “’here for your costume?”

He nodded and you grabbed the infamous green suit off of the costume rack.

“You know you can just keep your costume in your dressing room, right?” you smiled as you handed him the costume.

“Yeah,” he said sheepishly.

“Then why don't you?” you pushed.

“I, um, I uh just—” he stuttered but he was cut off by a voice over the loudspeaker.

“Two minutes to places!” it said.

“I have to go!” Lin practically shouted, causing you to jump a little.

“Uh, okay, see you later,” you said, but he was already half way down the hallway.

Weird.

After bows and singing “Happy Trails” to Marie from the ensemble, Lin finally came back to turn in his costume.

“Here ya’ go,” he said as he handed you his costume.

“Thanks,” you told him as you turned around to hang it up. “have a goodnight, Lin.”

“Hey!” he spoke up.

“Yeah?”

“We're celebrating Marie’s farewell at Puzzles on 32nd tonight, and I was wondering if maybe you wanted to come?”

Puzzles was one of your favorite bars, and the best part about it was there were no last calls. Though, you could never quite figure out why it was called Puzzles.

“I'd love to!” you said sincerely.  

You looked at Lin and saw pure nervousness etched across his face. Why the hell was he so nervous?

“Lin,” you spoke in a concerned tone, “what's wrong?”

“Nothing,” he replied and shakes his head. “let's go.”

He was lying.

It was around 2am and most everyone had left, even the girl of the hour.  However, Anthony, Jasmine, Daveed, Oak, and Lin were still there. Jas, Ant, and Daveed were crowded around you like kids on the carpet for story time. You were telling them about your trials as a tech in high school.

“Then this girl tried to bribe me with a Baja Blast from Taco Bell!” you told them and they erupted with laughter.

“Where's Lin?” Jas asked, as the laughter died down.

“Over at the bar,” you replied.

“Can you tell him me and Ant are leaving?” she asked.

“No problem, see you tomorrow,” you told her as she practically pulled Anthony off the floor.

You made your way over to Lin who was three sheets to the wind. He was looking at his hands like they belonged to someone else. He was miles past tipsy.

“Hey Lin, Ant and Jas wanted me to tell you that they're leaving,” you said as you patted him on the back.

“You're so pretty,” Lin said out of nowhere.

“Thanks—”

“Like really, really, really pretty!”

“Thanks Lin, I—”

“You're like a fucking goddess!” Lin drunkenly giggled, causing your cheeks to get hot.

“Lin, it's time to get you home,” you suggested.

“Can I tell you a secret?” he asked.

You sighed, “What is it, Lin?”

“C’mere,” he beckoned and motioned you to come closer.

“There's this really cute girl,” Lin whispered in your ear, “she’s the costume manager. The only reason I go down there to get my costume everyday is because I wanna see her.”

Did he forget who he was talking to? Was this actually happening?

“Lin,” you began but stopped, realizing you had nothing else to say.

“You kinda look like her!” Lin said and flashed you a cute smile.

“Don't move, I'm gonna have Oak get you a cab,” you told him.

You walked backed over to where Oak was sitting and told him what had just happened. You both agreed that the next day would be filled with tension and awkwardness. Oak promised to get Lin a cab and tease him about his outburst of feelings non stop. You laughed and said goodbye to everyone then walk outside into the cool New York air to catch a cab.

Tomorrow was definitely to be interesting.

For the next two days after the incident at Puzzles, Lin had Daveed pickup and return his costumes for him. You were getting tired of Lin being a wimp.

“Hey Y/N, I'm here to pick up Lin’s costume,” Daveed announced as he leaned against the doorframe.

“No,” you stated and continued to fix the costumes on the rack.

“What do you mean ‘no?’” Daveed questioned with the slightest bit of sass in his tone.

“No, Lin can come down here, pick up his costume, and face me like a real man, or he can go onstage naked!” you spat, fed up with the childishness of the situation. “Also, fix that tone!”

Daveed looked like a child who had just been scolded. He backed away awkwardly and turned to leave. Damn, it felt good to get that off of your chest.

Lin hurried down to get his costume after Daveed told him. You were going to talk to him about the other night, but then a bell dinged signaling it was time for the actors to be in places. You just rolled your eyes and told him that you would talk to him after the show was over.

Finally, the show was over. You were getting super anxious waiting for Lin to come back down to return his costume. You couldn't imagine how he must've felt.

“Y/N?” a voice asked sheepishly from the hallway.

“Lin, come in,” you told him. “close the door behind you.”

He walked in hesitantly and closed the door once he was in.

“So,” you began. “there's this super cute guy and the other night he confessed his feelings for me. But he's been ignoring me ever since, and it's starting to worry me.”

Lin looked confused at first, but eventually caught on.

“He meant what he said, but he's a dork that gets super nervous and flustered when he thinks about you,” Lin played along. “or something like that, I don't know the guy.”

You chuckled at his joke and smiled at him.

“If I asked the guy on a date, do you think he'd say yes?” you smirked and walked closer to him.

“He'd have to be a fool say no,” Lin smiled and dropped the act, “wanna go to dinner with me tomorrow?”

“I’d love to,”

“How does 8 sound?”

“Perfect.”

Lin flashed you a smile and turned to leave, but you pulled him by his hand.

“Miranda, wait!” you said.

“Yeah?” he asked and you pulled him into a kiss.

Damn, you could get used to that.

You pulled away and said, “I know that we're supposed to wait until after the date to do that, but you're just so damn irresistible that I couldn't help myself.”

#this is cheesy and terrible #love me #lin manuel miranda x reader #lin x reader #my writing #i wrote my way out

[baguettetime]

I’m back on my bullshit

pairing: Brack (Brandon Wardell x Jack Wagner)

rating: NC-17 (sorry it’s all porn)

length: 2492 words

okay so this ship is something i didn’t expect would ruin my life? at some point. but it did. so here i am producing trash lmao.

this is posting a little bit late, but it’s writing and i got it done.

enjoy!

Click to read on AO3.

“You coming over after all?” Brandon’s voice fades away, becomes distant behind the rustle of motion on his end of the line. Brandon’s voice comes back clearer, louder the next time he speaks, “Are you already on the way here?”

Jack sighs, slightly ashamed of them both, “Yeah… That predictable?”

Brandon yawns, “Okay, well you better hurry. I’m getting sleepy.”

Jack steps on the gas, hopes that Brandon doesn’t somehow know, “Almost there.”

Brandon breathes into the microphone, suddenly sounds more awake than he did before, “Alright, just let yourself in. ‘M already in bed.”

Jack replies dryly, “You gave me keys, remember?”

“Oh yeah,” Brandon laughs.

“‘Kay. See you in a minute.” Jack tries not to smile, hates himself when he fails.

“One minute. I’ll be pissed if you’re not here in the next sixty seconds. Or maybe asleep. Haven’t decided yet.” Brandon jokes and Jack can almost see the stupid grin forming on Brandon’s round little face.

Jack gets the last word in, “See ya.”

Jack Wagner nervously eyes the clock as he speeds down the rainy Los Angeles streets he’s frequented more than he’d like to admit. He knows Brandon is joking about the time limit, but he finds himself driving much faster than is safe for current conditions. Jack arrives at Brandon’s place in less time than he expects, considers waiting in his car for a few minutes before heading in.

He manages to wait a whopping two minutes before he turns the car off and gets out. He trudges up the steps, Brandon’s keys ready in his hand, still attached to his own. He unlocks the door, steps in quietly to the dim apartment, and stops to make sure to lock the door behind him.

Jack makes his way to Brandon’s room, goes in, finds him buried under a blanket. He startles Brandon when he pushes the creaky door open. The top of Brandon’s head barely emerges out from under the blanket, dark head of hair messy, glasses askew, face thoroughly flushed. It’s a familiar sight to Jack, familiar enough yet it surprises him still.

Brandon’s words are muffled by the blanket, “Got started without you.”

Jack tries not to blush when he realizes exactly what those words mean. He tries to pick his words carefully before he speaks, tries not to sound too eager when he murmurs, “...I thought you didn’t want to do this anymore.

It’s a strange feeling to be back in Brandon’s apartment after a slight drift between them. Jack doesn’t want to be at fault for ruining Brandon’s hand at a monogamous relationship with his girlfriend, doesn’t want to feel the crushing guilt the next time they’re all in the same room together. It should make Jack feel bad that he finds himself in Brandon’s room, especially before 1 AM this time, as odd of an occurrence as it might be.

There’s a long pause, silence where they can only hear each other breathe and it’s then that Jack notices how loud Brandon is actually breathing. Jack feels the words escaping before he can stop them, “Fuck, are you touching yourself?”

Brandon exhales, “Yeah. Are you going to make me do all of this myself?”

For a moment, Jack’s tempted to peel the blanket away and watch. Contemplates how it would be just as satisfying but without the guilt of being involved in this again. Though, desperation gets the better of him when Brandon lets a tiny groan slip from under his blanket and Jack makes his way to the unoccupied side of the bed. He peels his jacket off, tosses it into the nearby chair, blindly tosses the keys onto the bedside drawer where they slide and land with a clink against the champagne sized bottle of Baja Blast. The bottle is another reminder of their history, maybe a warning, but Jack finds he’s too busy to pay it any mind as he removes each article of clothing as quickly as possible.

“Hurry up,” Brandon whines as if Jack isn’t already pulling the covers away and slipping into the bed right beside him.

Jack watches Brandon for a moment, watches as the younger man works himself. Brandon saves him any more trouble when he hands over the bottle of lube with a shaky hand. Jack smirks and whispers, “Alright, quit touching yourself.”

Brandon does it, though reluctant fingers still linger and ghost over the tip of his dick. Jack is already past half-hard, but doesn’t think to touch himself. Not yet, anyway. Instead, he pats Brandon’s upper thigh, squeezes it gently, “Alright, buddy. Turn around.”

Brandon sighs, rolls his eyes, inconvenienced by having to get on all fours. He shivers when he turns around. The cool air makes him feel incredibly exposed for a moment before Jack places a warm hand on his ass and makes him forget. A hot kiss on his lower back surprises him, but it’s enough to hold him over while Jack struggles with the lube bottle.

“God, it’s so slippery!” Jack chuckles from behind him and Brandon can’t help but bow his head between his clasped hands and smile a little.

Brandon listens closely, listens as Jack squeezes the viscous lube into his hand and coats his fingers in it. It’s still too cold when Jack presses a slick finger against his skin, feels it warm as Jack’s thumb rubs circles against his hole. Brandon’s ready to complain, but then Jack finally moves on and carefully presses the tip of his index finger into him.

Brandon whines without meaning to, feels the breath leave his lungs when Jack’s finger gradually goes the deepest it can. Brandon rocks his hips, begs Jack to do something other than just stay still. Jack smirks, pulls his finger out just a tiny bit before he presses it back in. Brandon exhales, impatient as always, “More.”

Jack pulls his finger out, presses two of them back in this time. Brandon tenses up and Jack slows down, keeps his fingers steady until Brandon backs onto his fingers again. Brandon sighs when Jack carefully bends his fingers and lets his fingertips rub at Brandon’s prostate. It feels good, but none of it is enough for Brandon. He wants more so he turns to complain, “C’mon… more.”

Jack’s dark, thick eyebrows rise in surprise and Brandon laughs as he turns back around, rests his head on his hands so his ass remains high in the air.

“Fuck,” Jack whispers under his breath and goes to grab the bottle of lube again. He holds it between his thighs and snaps it open, crudely pours some directly onto the fingers still inside Brandon. Brandon jerks in surprise again, but is too eager to really care or complain.

Jack makes sure his third finger is slick enough before he attempts to press it into Brandon. It’s definitely slick, maybe too slick, and he realizes when his finger easily slips in farther than he means for it to go. Brandon groans, muffles his sound in the pillows under him, smudges his glasses in the process.

Jack hesitates, “Shit, are you okay?”

Brandon nods wildly in response, doesn’t reply in fear of making another sound that’s too embarrassingly loud.

Brandon feels full, fuller than he has in weeks, maybe longer. It takes him a few moments to get used to the thickness of Jack’s fingers, takes him longer to get used to excessive slickness. Brandon rocks his hips again, hopes Jack remembers how to read his body language. Brandon shivers when Jack pulls his hand away, presses it back closer this time, fingers going the deepest they can. Jack’s fingers rub against his prostate again and Brandon arches his back further.

Jack continues to work Brandon open, occasionally presses kiss against Brandon’s pale skin. Brandon rises from the pillow and whimpers, “That’s enough.”

Jack stops what he’s doing and slowly pulls his fingers out of Brandon. Brandon continues, giggles as his body shakes involuntarily, “This is exhausting. I’m turning around.”

For a second, Jack thinks that maybe Brandon is joking, but he’s stupidly surprised when Brandon ends up on his back and with Jack in between his legs. Jack looks for the bottle of lube again, laughs when he realizes it’s still stuck between his knees. Jack keeps his eye on Brandon, licks his lips, doesn’t realize how dry his mouth is from breathing so hard.

He only looks away from Brandon to fumble with the small bottle and pour more lube into his palm. Jack hisses when he finally wraps his hand around his own dick, the lube much too cool still. He watches his hand for a bit, pumps himself slowly,, teases the head with a softer touch. He glances up and decides he better hurry when he sees Brandon jacking himself off in time with him.

Jack whispers, “You sure? It isn’t too late to stop.” Brandon smirks and Jack rolls his eyes, interrupts the younger man before he can speak, “I swear if you say something about being back on your bullshit, I’ll leave right now.”

Brandon tilts his head back in laughter and Jack feels a little of something he hasn’t felt since before Brandon went and got himself a girlfriend. Jack chuckles, “Seriously!”

Brandon straightens up a little and with a dead serious look on his face says, “Just get in me.”

Jack raises his eyebrows at Brandon for what feels like the hundredth time already, decides it’s best if they just don’t think about it too hard. He crawls closer to Brandon, forces the younger man’s legs farther apart, lifts Brandon so his lower back has support from Jack’s thick, sturdy thighs just long enough to grab a pillow and place it under him.

Brandon breathes heavily, watches Jack pump himself a few times before he holds his dick steady against Brandon’s entrance. He lines himself up with Brandon, presses slowly and carefully as possible. Brandon’s hole gives way, allows the head of Jack’s dick to slip in just enough. Brandon gasps, the stretch is sudden and already more than he remembers. Jack pauses, but Brandon’s hand flies to Jack’s lower stomach, non-verbally requests for Jack to stay still. Brandon closes his eyes, steadies his breathing before his hand drops from Jack’s stomach and moves over to Jack’s hip. Brandon pulls him closer, whines as Jack inches further, lets out a shaky breath when Jack is fully in him and he’s stretched around his friend’s dick, feeling impossibly full.

Brandon wraps his arms around Jack, pulls him down so they’re face to face. He exhales, “Move.”

“Someone’s not getting enough action lately,” Jack laughs, but obliges anyway.

Brandon’s voice trembles when he jokes, “Crissy wouldn’t do this to me.”

They’re pressed close and it’s the first time in a long time that Jack has faced one of his lovers during sex. It’s the first time he’s ever faced Brandon and he’s not sure how to feel, not sure how to feel about how close they are, how to feel about how their foreheads bump or lips touch when Jack starts to put thrust after thrust into Brandon. It’s slow, in the dim light of the room and the orange glow of the streetlamp outside Brandon’s window. It’s more intimate than they want, but they can’t give it up now.

“Hey Jack?” Brandon moans softly and it fuels the hot tension in Jack’s lower abdomen.

Brandon is tight and hot around him, so soft and pliable underneath his hands that Jack nearly forgets to reply. He grunts breathlessly, “Mm?”

Brandon sighs, “Kiss me.”

Jack nearly stills all movement altogether as soon as the words leave Brandon’s mouth, but he does it anyway, too caught up in the heat of the moment to really care. Jack kisses Brandon clumsily, bumps the younger man’s thick-rimmed glasses with his nose. Brandon laughs into the kiss, gasps when Jack hits that sweet spot inside him with the next thrust.

They laugh together, bodies pressed close, lips connected, and it almost feels like old times, only a tad more intimate. Brandon’s glasses fog up halfway into the kiss and he giggles again, pulls them off, tosses them aside next to Jack’s keys on the nightstand.

“There!” Brandon pants softly and Jack is confused for a bit.

However, Brandon clarifies breathlessly, “Ah. Fuck! There…”

Jack pulls away a little, aims his thrusts at the same spot, watches Brandon as he falls apart. Brandon shuts his eyes tightly, dark eyelashes fluttering against rose-dusted cheeks, mouth red and slick repeating curses under his breath.

And then Jack realizes how close Brandon really is. The way he tightens and pulses around Jack’s dick is enough to tell, but Brandon still warns him with a choked up, “Close…”

Brandon’s eyes snap open when Jack wraps his hand around Brandon’s dick. Jack’s hand has a strong, consistent grip, moves in time with Jack’s hips, and Brandon is grateful, so grateful he could cry. He tries to keep his eyes open, tries to keep his eyes on Jack, loves the way Jack watches him with soft blue eyes, pupils blown so wide the color is hardly present anymore. It’s too intense for a moment or two so he shuts his eyes again, lets himself get lost in the friction of the hand surrounding him, the girth of Jack’s dick just deep enough inside him.

And then he cums, feels himself pulsate around Jack’s dick, feels thick, hot stripes fall on his own chest, feels Jack’s hand as it slows with his thrusts, Jack’s thumb as it rubs the underside of the head of Brandon’s dick, careful not to overwhelm him.

Brandon forgets how to breathe for a moment, limp and relaxed and lost completely in post-orgasmic bliss. He snaps into a more aware state when he feels Jack’s hips falter, feels Jack start to pull away. Brandon whines, eyelids heavy, voice tired, arms weak as he struggles to hold on, struggles to pull. His voice is quiet and lazy, “Cum in me.”

Jack lets himself come closer to Brandon again, so they’re pressed together, Brandon’s legs wrapped loosely around him. He buries his face into Brandon’s neck, gently sucks and bites before he has to remind himself not to leave any marks. Brandon cries out, hypersensitive, probably still riding the last few waves of his orgasm. Jack thrusts slower, hardly moves anymore, hyperaware of how much more friction and heat there is now with Brandon still around him.

Jack is deep inside Brandon, buried to the hilt when he cums. He’s silent except for a groan he muffles against Brandon’s neck. He feels himself tremble as he spills into Brandon, feels the quiet, satisfied hum in the base of Brandon’s throat when Jack finally stills.

This is a mess, Jack thinks as he’s still on top of Brandon.

The entire thing is a mess, but it’s a mess they’ll eventually have to clean up together.

#brack #lux writes #have u guys seen the picture of them kissing wow #shoutout to alexa for ruining my life with this pairing #trading creams

[underabr0kensky]

a thing about things about a thing (me)

1. Would you have sex with the last person you text messaged? At one time yes, but now she’s kinda like my sister. And she’s married. 2. You talked to an ex today, correct? Yeah, it was a weird conversation. 3. Have you taken someones virginity? Nope. 4. Is trust a big issue for you? Yep. I don’t trust you. 5. Did you hang out with the person you like recently? Nah, I haven’t seen her since 2015. 6. What are you excited for? Hopefully maybe possibly getting to have casual conversations with her again sometime soonishly. 7. What happened tonight? It’s not tonight yet. But nothing will happen, I’ll probably drink some bourbon and finish watching ‘Salem’s Lot. 8. Do you think it’s disgusting when girls get really wasted? I think it’s disgusting when anyone gets really wasted if they can’t handle their shit. 9. Is confidence cute? Yeah, it’s adorable. 10. What is the last beverage you had? Baja Blast motherfucker. 11. How many people of the opposite sex do you fully trust? Like...five. 12. Do you own a pair of skinny jeans? Yeah, but they don’t fit anymore and I wouldn’t wear them even if they did. 13. What are you gonna do Saturday night? I’ll probably be playing drunk Pathfinder on Saturday. 14. What are you going to spend money on next? Gas, most likely. 15. Are you going out with the last person you kissed? Nope. Bitch is a psycho. 16. Do you think you’ll change in the next 3 months? Yeah, and I hope my life changes too. 17. Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything? That would probably be Hanna. 18. The last time you felt broken? Yesterday lol. 19. Have you had sex today? I haven’t had sex since 2016, fuck you. 20. Are you starting to realize anything? Yep, realizing I’m still very much in love with her. 21. Are you in a good mood? For once, yes. 22. Would you ever want to swim with sharks? Hell yeah. Dogs of the sea. 23. Are your eyes the same color as your dad’s? I’m not sure, I don’t think so. 24. What do you want right this second? To message her. 25. What would you say if the person you love/like kissed another girl/boy? I mean I know it’s happened since we’ve been broken up. So yeah it fucking sucks. 26. Is your current hair color your natural hair color? Yep. 27. Would you be able to date someone who doesn’t make you laugh? Hell no. I need giggles in my life. 28. What was the last thing that made you laugh? Louis CK. 29. Do you really, truly miss someone right now? God, yes. So much. 30. Does everyone deserve a second chance? Not everyone. But most people, I think. 31. Honestly, do you hate the last boy you were talking to? Not unless he’s being a drunk dumbass. 32. Does the person you have feelings for right now, know you do? Oh yeah, she knows. 33. Are you one of those people who never drinks soda? Fuck no, I drink too much soda. 34. Listening to? Don’t Fear the Reaper by Blue Oyster Cult. 35. Do you ever write in pencil anymore? Sometimes, usually when we’re playing Pathfinder. 36. Do you know where the last person you kissed is? Nope, I couldn’t care less. 37. Do you believe in love at first sight? No, but I definitely believe in like at first sight. 38. Who did you last call? Uhh...Nicole I think. 39. Who was the last person you danced with? Fuck, it was probably Jess. 40. Why did you kiss the last person you kissed? Because I was lonely as shit. 41. When was the last time you ate a cupcake? I have no idea, long ago. 42. Did you hug/kiss one of your parents today? Nope. 43. Ever embarrass yourself in front of a crush? So many fucking times. 44. Do you tan in the nude? I don’t tan period. 45. If you could, would you take back your last kiss? I mean, not really. She’s crazy, but it’s not like taking it back would change anything. 46. Did you talk to someone until you fell asleep last night? Nope. 47. Who was the last person to call you? The recruiter from my new job lol. 48. Do you sing in the shower? Sometimes. 49. Do you dance in the car? All the time. 50. Ever used a bow and arrow? When I was kid. I was bad at it. 51. Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer? Probably sometime in high school. Shit, maybe before that. 52. Do you think musicals are cheesy? No fuck you, I love musicals. 53. Is Christmas stressful? Fuck yes, especially if you work retail. 54. Ever eat a pierogi? Yeah, they’re pretty good. 55. Favorite type of fruit pie? Pumpkin. 56. Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid? Demolition derby driver and paleontologist. 57. Do you believe in ghosts? I’d like to, but I’ve seen no firsthand proof. 58. Ever have a Deja-vu feeling? Constantly. 59. Take a vitamin daily? Nope, but I probably should. 60. Wear slippers? Nah. 61. Wear a bath robe? Nah. 62. What do you wear to bed? T-shirt and boxers usually, sometimes just boxers, very rarely nothing. 63. First concert? Parkway Drive with Escape Plan, Every Time I Die, and Killswitch Engage. 64. Wal-Mart, Target or Kmart? Fuck all of them, but fuck Walmart in particular. Target, I guess. 65. Nike or Adidas? I give no fucks. 66. Cheetos Or Fritos? Fritos. 67. Peanuts or Sunflower seeds? Peanuts. 68. Favorite Taylor Swift song? Wildest Dreams. Or King of My Heart. Or maybe Teardrops on My Guitar. Idk, I love most of her music. 69. Ever take dance lessons? Not formally, no. 70. Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing? Nope, as long as she’s happy doing whatever she wants and we can support each other. 71. Can you curl your tongue? Yep, helps when I play harmonica. 72. Ever won a spelling bee? Multiple times. 73. Have you ever cried because you were so happy? That actually happened yesterday. 74. What is your favorite book? I have no idea. Maybe Bag of Bones by Stephen King. 75. Do you study better with or without music? With, but only if it’s instrumental, like a movie soundtrack or classical. 76. Regularly burn incense? I used to, I need to get back into it. 77. Ever been in love? Yes. I still am. 78. Who would you like to see in concert? Many people. Children of Bodom more than anyone. 79. What was the last concert you saw? A bunch of local bands. 95% of them were awful. 80. Hot tea or cold tea? Fuck tea. 81. Tea or coffee? Fuck both of them. 82. Favorite type of cookie? Raisin cookies bitch. 83. Can you swim well? I can swim well enough to not die if I fall into a body of water. 84. Can you hold your breath without holding your nose? Yep. 85. Are you patient? Depends on the situation. 86. DJ or band, at a wedding? Band. My band. Playing a death metal cover of some 50s love song. 87. Ever won a contest? Yep. Got a limo ride in kindergarten because of that. 88. Ever have plastic surgery? Fuck no. 89. Which are better black or green olives? Fuck olives. 90. Opinions on sex before marriage? Who the fuck cares what two consenting adults do as long as it’s safe? 91. Best room for a fireplace? Living room. 92. Do you want to get married? Yes, eventually.

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