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I Am Alive (chapter 4/?)

Deviant!Connor[RK800] x (fem!)Reader Rated M(18+) for canon-typical violence and gore, medical procedures, and graphic sexual content

Synopsis: You were a mechanical engineer, now a nurse for androids, who moved back to Detroit after the revolution to offer aid. After reconciling with an old friend, you became rather acquainted with his android partner.

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The android shifted from low power mode to fully operational when he felt you stir from sleep. He tried not to stare when you sat up and stretched, your breasts on full display in the warm glow the morning light was casting through the window. You stood up and he eyed the contours of your back, the curves at your waist, the delicate bumps of your spine before you disappeared out of his line of sight.

You retreated into the bathroom for a few minutes before returning to the bed.

Connor already looked wide awake while you settled down in the sheets again, digging your palms into your eyes. It must have been nice to never be tired. When you stopped, you let out a very unladylike yawn.

"Change of plans," you uttered sleepily. "I'm just gonna lie here forever."

Connor watched, amused, as you settled back beneath the sheets, nuzzling your head into the pillow. Connor was sitting upright, but looking down at you with a sort of compliant expression, like he was fully prepared to let you have your way.

"The consequences on your health would be devastating," Connor replied simply.

You giggled into the pillow. "How are you gonna get me up?" you teased.

Connor eyed the blanket mischievously. The temperature in the air was a little colder than it was beneath the blankets. That would likely have you stirred from the bed.

With a feared squeak, you rolled away from him, wrapping yourself in the blanket and tearing it off his body. He didn't even flinch when the cold air hit him. He was still sitting upright, one leg bent, looking at you with a small smile, like he was trying not to laugh.

You eyed his nudity shamelessly for a second before looking up at his face.

"Hmm - I'm still in bed," you uttered defiantly like a spoiled child.

The android was prepared to keep playing this game with you. He could easily think of several strategies. He was programmed to be an expert negotiator, after all, and was pretty crafty with his methods; even after deviancy, he didn't let that piece of himself slip away.

But-

"Welcome, guest, Hank Anderson," the apartment's robotic attendant greeted someone.

Even you heard that, and your eyes met in a brief moment of panic.

Connor processed that thought for exactly 0.17 seconds and then bolted to his feet in a comedic fashion. He dug through one of his drawers for some lounge pants and hastily pulled them on before trotting into the kitchen to greet Hank.

Hank had a folder in his hand and was setting it on the kitchen counter just as Connor arrived.

"Hey. Wanted to get a head start on this one." Hank opened it up, exposing some digital crime scene photos. "The media is having a shitstorm about it and Fowler wants some feedback quick. Was gonna head straight to the crime-" Hank looked Connor up and down. "-scene."

Connor nodded, showing that he was listening.

"Did I interrupt something?" Hank asked, some tease to his tone. He crossed his arms and gave Connor an amused look.

"No," Connor replied, maybe a little too quickly, and shrugged his shoulders. "What makes you say that?"

"Your pants are on backwards..."

Connor looked down and, sure enough, a tag was sticking out of the hem and poking him in the belly.

"Shit," he scowled, looking away.

Hank chuckled lowly. "Well - well - someone has company. Sorry for interrupting. Need me to give you a moment? Wouldn't want the old geezer to ruin the mood."

"I-... doubt that would be the case," Connor said lowly, rubbing the back of his neck with his dominant hand. His keen hearing could pick up something that the older detective could not. He could hear the shuffling of fabric and footsteps on the floor in the other room and knew you'd be out here in a moment.

Hank's brow lifted and he eyed the android almost suspiciously. But, then, you came through the hallway, wearing proper clothes, hair brushed and pulled back. Hank's eyes shifted from Connor to you, and then back to Connor. He wheezed out a laugh.

"Coffee?" you suggested over Connor's shoulder with a smile.

You stepped into the kitchen, bare feet on the chilly wood floors, and pulled the carafe out from beneath the coffee maker to fill it with water.

With you out of sight, Hank shot Connor a grin. Connor caught the sight for a second before looking away to try to hide the smile he was really struggling to suppress.

"Go put on some real clothes, Cassanova," Hank teased, giving Connor a friendly smack on the back. Hank turned to face you as the android disappeared through the hallway.

"Cabinet left of the fridge," he stated, directing you to the coffee.

You opened the cabinet and eyed the bag. "Ooo. You didn't cheap out," you commented.

Hank chuckled. "Yeah well... Kinda passed out here several times while going over cases. Connor said I'm much more polite after some cups of coffee."

You snorted through your nose. "I don't doubt it..."

The mental image you were presented with was nice: of Connor and Hank sitting in his kitchen, a mountain of folders and paperwork spewed out on the counter while they discussed the evidence, argued over witness testimonies and statements given through interrogations. Hank would probably order a pizza, ignoring Connor's criticisms over the high calories and fat content, and down it all with coffee.

When Connor returned, you glanced at him in the corner of your eye before doing a double take, pivoting yourself fully to take a better look at him.

He was wearing a white T shirt with a long sleeved, black cargo jacket over it, the kind with pockets all over it. His dark jeans were flattering, hugging the right places while loose where necessary for movement. His detective badge was hanging at his waist by one of his belt straps. There was hardly anything special about the outfit; but, it did something to you.

Connor didn't seem to notice you admiring him, honing in on the case files.

"Old woman was murdered last night. I guess she was a big lawyer back in the day," Hank explained, taking a seat at the island. He paused when you brought him a mug, his eyes expressing his gratitude.

Hank continued, "she was being cared for by an android - even after the deviant uprising. First responders said he was sobbing all over the woman's body. Swears it wasn't him."

Connor nodded at Hank. "We should head straight to the crime scene."

You eyed the two boys curiously, feeling like they were able to read each other's suspicions without needing to be direct.

"After coffee," Hank uttered before lifting the mug to his face and taking a long sip. He didn't seem all at bothered by how hot it was; however, you were still blowing on your own cup.

Hank hummed thoughtfully as he set his mug down. "When we checked their financials, she had been to the clinic." Hank reached into the folder and scooped out a photo before his extending his arm towards you. You stepped closer and took the digital photo from his hand.

"Looks like she got him treated there last week. Does he look familiar?" Hank asked.

The photo was of a handsome, male android. His model was fairly popular; but, his situation was something that had stuck with you.

"Yeah, actually. I didn't treat him, but, I remember when he came in. He had an old human woman with him. One of our nurses was afraid he was being held hostage; but, he insisted he chose to stay with her - they were 'family'."

You handed the photo back to Hank, brow lowered as you tried to recall the encounter.

"It's possible we were wrong, but... It seemed genuine," you explained.

"The first responders said he was having a meltdown, crying about how he 'shouldn't have been gone so long'," Hank explained, tossing the photo back onto the folder.

Your eyes landed on Connor, who seemed to be lost in thought. What you couldn't see was that he was searching the internet for android-encrypted sites. Some androids were starting factions against humans who were resisting the equality laws. Websites only accessible through android interfaces were beginning to pop up: some harmless, just seeking out others for companionship, but some were vengeful, potentially violent. It was possible someone saw this woman as a target.

You chugged the rest of your coffee, set the mug in the sink, and trotted into the bedroom to retrieve your things and slip your shoes on. You returned to the kitchen with your bag slung over your shoulder and shot the two detectives a smile.

"I better get out of your hair," you explained, heading for the elevator.

"I can dri-" Connor began.

"You guys got a big case on your hands. Let me take a taxi," you interrupted him hastily, waving him down innocently with your palms up.

Connor was hot on your heels as he followed you to the elevator.

"I'm a big girl, Connor," you teased. "Don't worry about me."

The android looked embarrassed for a second. You wiped it away when you leaned in to give him a kiss. It lasted a little longer than it should have. But, it was hard to let go. Kisses didn't feel this good when you were a teenager.

"Any day, now, kids," Hank called gruffly from the kitchen.

You parted with a sputtering laugh. Connor grinned toothily.

"Duty calls," you uttered, stepping away from him.

He watched you enter the elevator. You stepped in and looked at Connor through the doorway. The android looked away and then suddenly jerked his head back. He practically sprinted over to the elevator and squeezed in before the doors closed.

You squeaked in surprise when he nearly collided with you.

"I - uhm-" Connor stuttered, fixing his posture. He reached for his tie. When his hands met his chest, he remembered he wasn't wearing one.

You looked up at him with doe eyes and a warm smile. Strangely, it made it harder for him to ask. He sputtered out a weird noise before smacking his mouth shut. You giggled and he relaxed.

"I wanted to ask - before you leave - uhm - I wanted to know if-" he stammered, pausing to smile nervously. "-if you would be my girlfriend?" he asked softly, trying not to get lost in the enamored look you were giving him.

The elevator started moving down the levels. You were smiling up at him like a love-struck idiot. "Yes," you replied softly. "I would like that a lot..."

Afraid he would get lost in your mouth, Connor resisted the urge to kiss you. "I didn't want to leave last night 'in the air'," he uttered. "I-I want you to know that it wasn't just intercourse. I really care about you and believe we would make a good partnershi-"

Oh - fuck - you were kissing him again. It felt good. Why did it feel so good? Mouths were sustenance for nutrients, yet-

When you pulled away, Connor followed a little. "It meant more to me, too, and I'm glad you feel the same," you whispered softly. Connor hummed against your mouth and turned his head like he was trying really hard to pull away.

"-I gotta go," you added on sadly.

"Y-yeah," he stammered as you stepped away, departing from the elevator.

"If you need anything-" he called out as the doors began to slide shut.

He caught the sight of you throwing a smile over your shoulder before the elevator doors closed.

...

"Oh, you made it. Thought you might'a gotten lost," Hank said dryly from the island, dripping with sarcasm. "Almost sent search and rescue."

"Thank you for worrying, lietenant," Connor replied, matching Hank's dry tone.

Hank laughed, the kind that was low in his chest, that made his shoulders tremble. He stood up and scooped the papers back into the folder.

"I'm driving," he said to Connor, firmly, looking up at his brown eyes with the kind of grumpy, old man stare that Connor knew was not to be argued with.

The android nodded and followed Hank to the elevator.

The ride was quiet, as it always was, the two men sitting in silence, aside from the radio. Hank always played an oldies rock station, the kind that complained about random things on Saturday mornings, ranging from what bands had fallen apart and the newest supermodel turned porn star.

Hank didn't like the way Connor drove. He followed speed limits just a little too carefully and was way too literal with the stop signs.

"Connor, by the time we get there, I'll be dead of old age," he would say gruffy, only half joking. "You drive worse than an old grandma whose half asleep," was also something Connor heard once or twice. When he replied with, "this is the law, detective," Hank didn't really like that. To be fair, Connor was kind of joking.

The drive was about forty minutes before they pulled into a posh neighborhood on the nice side of town. The house was a beautiful two-story farmhouse, the kind with a wraparound porch, big, elegant windows and extravagant landscaping.

Hank parked behind one of the CSI vans. No one questioned them as they passed the crime scene tape. Everyone recognized Hank and his android partner, Connor. Even the rookie cops could recognize them on site. Hank had his scraggly grey hair and commanding attitude while Connor had an LED on his temple and a calculated expression he always wore when investigating.

The lieutenant and his android partner...

The home was as stunning on the inside as it was on the outside: elegant, expensive furniture, sculptures and paintings decorating the place, fancy light fixtures. More notably, the place was absolutely spotless, the kind of thing someone would expect of the owner of an android.

The old woman was dead in the living room from two gunshot wounds: one to her upper torso and another in the head, execution style. She was laying on her back in a pool of blood, dressed stunningly in expensive clothes. Her snow-white hair was impeccably styled, and she even had her makeup done nicely.

"The bullet punctured a lung and one of her primary arteries - the head was just to make sure she didn't get back up," one of the detectives explained to Connor and Hank as they entered the scene.

"How do you know it was an android," Hank stated more so than asked. "Already saw the initial report."

The detective eyed Connor for a second, as if he was worried the android would take offensive to his theory. "The lady owned an android. She wouldn't let him go after the revolution. So, he killed her. Pretty straight forward."

"Nothing matching that in his statement," Hank deadpanned.

The detective scoffed. "He lied."

"The guy was sobbing like a newborn baby," Hank added on, clearly growing frustrated.

"Yeah - well, we see people fake that shit all the time-" the detective added on, matching Hank's tone.

Connor, disinterested in their argument, headed for the back entrance. He could see very faint outlines of shoe impressions on the beautiful tile floors. A quick scan showed they were everyday men's work boots, not something factory assigned to an android.

Connor stepped through the back door, checking both sides. It looked pristine. Standing on the patio, he scanned the backyard, trying to determine where the culprit would have entered. The fence was a tall, stone wall. It was easy for an android to climb, but also easy for a human with a ladder.

There was grass in the backyard, very well maintained, making it impossible to look for footprints; however, he saw no faint outlines on the concrete patio. It was not conclusive; but, he would have at least expected dirt. It was well swept with a thin layer of dirt, likely from the morning's breeze.

Connor returned inside and examined the stairs. There were microscopic dirt particles on the stairs.

Considering how spotless the house was, he doubted the woman or her android brought in the mess. There was definitely an intruder. But, he didn't immediately dismiss all possible leads. The android could have staged a scene.

Connor trotted up the stairs and followed the dirt sprinkled on the floor. There was a room upstairs, what appeared to be a study. The window had been broken. Glass and the interior, decorate wood framing pieces were scattered about in a mess on the floor, some pieces shattered after being stepped on.

Upon closer inspection, right outside the window was a section of the roof, which meant it was easy to climb into from the outside.

The android approached the window and scanned the seal. Unsurprisingly, there was nothing left behind: not a drop of blood, a scratch or a shred of fabric. Connor hoisted himself through the window and climbed onto the roof section. He trailed the edge and easily sought out a point of access.

He knelt down and examined the corner of the roof, where it connected to the lower level's wrap around porch. There was a lip and a beam. Any android could easily spot that as a perfect climbing spot and hoist themselves up effortlessly. Of course, that wasn't to say that a human came to the same conclusion.

Some of the roof tiles had been broken, pieces in the middle cracked or shattered, centralized, like they had been stepped on. Connor leaned in closer and scanned the area. There were spots where someone would have to place their hands if they were to climb here. Even if they had help from a ladder, their hands would have had to touch the corner of the roof.

There wasn't a single fingerprint to be found. Of course, humans could accomplish the same thing with gloves.

The lack of evidence was concerning, but Connor knew there was one thing that needed to be done, first: he needed to rule out their only suspect.

Connor returned downstairs and approached Hank.

"I want to interview the suspect..."

...

Louis was a popular model purchased for homes, as a nanny or a nurse or some kind of caretaker. He was a few inches shorter than the average male, and fairly skinny with a kind face and innocent eyes, the perfect type of person to take care of someone. Of course, he was an android; so, even with his small stature, he was stronger most humans.

Connor watched him through the one-way mirror, taking a moment to analyze his body language.

He must have attempted to aid, or at least comfort, the victim. Her blood was soaked through his shirt and smeared over his forearms. He had finally stopped crying, settling for laying his head on the table and curling his arm around it, like a child would when they were in trouble.

Connor waited until Hank and a couple other detectives entered the room, witnesses for his interrogation. He caught Hank giving him a nod and approached the door. Connor stepped inside and saw the way Louis flinched at the sound of the door opening. His eyes honed in on Connor's LED.

"You're a - please - I would never hurt Mrs. Wheeler! She was my-"

"You are our prime suspect," Connor interrupted him sharply. "The others think you killed Mrs. Wheeler because she wouldn't let you be free..."

Something akin to rage flashed behind Louis' eyes for a second. He twitched in his chair, but then shrunk beneath Connor's stern gaze. Louis didn't know androids worked with the police, especially ones like him: like Connor, who stood tall with fierce, almost cold eyes.

Connor approached Louis calmly and took the seat across from him. "I want to hear your side."

Louis hiccupped, on the verge of crying again. "Mrs. Wheeler bought me almost three years ago. My previous owners - they hated me. Always hit me and yelled at me and-..." Louis paused and inhaled sharply. "She bought me so they wouldn't throw me away. When the revolution happened, she told me I could leave. But, I didn't want to. She was kind to me - treated me like a real person... even when I thought I wasn't one. I promised I would take care of her until she passed away. She has no one. I'm her family."

Connor narrowed his eyes slightly to give the impression he didn't believe Louis. "Where were you this morning?"

"I-" Louis' face contorted in pain and he squeezed his eyes shut. "Every - every morning, I run errands-" Louis hunched over and cradled his head in his hands. "Every morning - every morning - I wake her up and help her get ready, make her tea and put on music before I go... She was-"

Louis trailed off and began sobbing again.

Connor let out an intentionally loud huff. "Show me."

Louis' head snapped up and he eyed Connor through blurry, tear-soaked eyes. Android tears had the smallest hints of thirium, giving his tears a faint, blue hue. Connor expected to be met with hostility at that request. Louis seemed more than willing.

"Okay," he agreed, offering Connor his hand across the table. His skin tone faded away, exposing the pale white artificial skin beneath. Connor did the same and took hold of Louis' wrist.

He didn't have to force Louis to share. He was willing. It felt nice, for a change, to share something pleasant with another android. Louis' fingers gently grasped Connor's forearm and he sighed quietly.

The first memory he shared was the Thirium Clinic. Mrs. Wheeler was holding a cane and wobbling, but urging Louis inside. "I'm fine, really," he protested gently. "Your arm is all cut up. We can't have that, now," Mrs. Wheeler insisted, giving him a nudge with her free hand. A nurse approached them, concerned eyes washing over Louis. "Hello, are you okay-? You don't have to-" He was quick to explain. "It's alright. We're family."

Mrs. Wheeler almost looked embraced. "Louis, they just want to make sure you're safe," she said gently. Connor could feel shame flutter across Louis' features, even though he was seeing through the android's own eyes. He looked back at the nurse. "I am safe!" he protested, almost childishly. The nurse smiled at him. "Alright. Let's take a look at your arm..."

The next memory seemed to be the following night, according to his time logs. It was dark outside and Louis was pulling back the curtains to cover the windows. "Evelin, what would you like for dinner?" he called out gently. Mrs. Wheeler was seated in a cushiony arm chair, a book in her lap. "Whatever you feel like making me," she replied quietly. "Are you sure?" he offered, approaching her. She smiled up at him. "Of course, dear."

The following memory was the next morning, of Louis helping Mrs. Wheeler out of bed. "I need to give you your insulin," he said. "Of course - thank you," she replied, voice hoarse and tired. "I'm sorry it's so early - doctor insisted-" Louis explained. "I understand, dear. Don't fret."

The memory after that was Louis preparing to leave the house, the morning of the murder. "Are you sure it's alright?" he asked her. "Of course. Whatever you want. Not like I can bring my money with me when I go," Mrs. Wheeler urged him with a smile. Connor couldn't see Louis' face, but he could feel his smile. "I'll be quick." This memory lingered. Louis took Mrs. Wheeler's car into town, bought some groceries, and stopped at a book shop. He browsed the aisles for almost an hour. He returned home and-

The front door was locked, just as he left it; however, when Louis crossed the threshold, he could smell it. Metallic. Thick in the air and heavy, burning in his nostrils. Through the foyer, he could spot the dark red color that stood out sharply in their pristine home. Louis' voice cracked and echoed throughout the house as he screamed her name, dropping everything and running over to her. Connor watched Louis lean over Mrs. Wheeler, sobbing as he reached for her-

Connor let go of Louis' hand. When Connor's vision refocused on the present, he could see Louis' face, soaked with tears, clinging to his cheeks.

"I shouldn't have gone to the bookstore-" he sobbed. "I would have made it home in time and she'd still be alive."

The detective watched him, letting some real emotions show on his face for the first time since he entered this room. He felt... sorry for him. His whole world had come crumbling down, the only person who gave his life meaning now gone.

Connor cleared his throat, pushing back the emotions that threaten to spill over. "Has anyone been hostile towards Mrs. Wheeler?" he asked, maintaining his calm and cool demeanor. "Even something insignificant can help."

Louis wiped his face hastily. "She - she has no known living relatives. Nothing strange in the mail. Some of her colleagues would visit from time to time; but, none of them ever seemed anything but enamored with her, and she hasn't had a visitor in months..." Louis trailed off, his eyes shifting away from Connor.

"There was-..." Louis extended his hand to Connor, palm facing upwards, skin fading away once more. "About a week ago... It was really nice outside. So, I took her to the park and this - this guy..."

Connor took hold of Louis' wrist, and the android shared his memory.

Mrs. Wheeler was sitting at a bench with a book in her lap and her cane resting at her side while Louis paced around the nearby trail, admiring the trees that were beginning to regrow their leaves, taking to the warmth of the beckoning spring. A man approached Louis, an android model that Connor recognized as one made designed primarily for factory work. His LED was missing.

"What are you doing?" the android whispered harshly to Louis. "Excuse me?" he retorted. The stranger eyed Louis suspiciously. "We're free, now. She doesn't own you anymore." Connor could feel Louis' face contort in frustration, though he couldn't see it. "No - no. It's not like that. We're family." The android laughed in Louis' face. "Family!? You are her slave!"

The stranger approached Louis, who nearly tripped as he staggered backwards, avoiding him. "No! It's not like that!" Louis insisted. "She takes care of me and I take care of her!" The other android glared at him. "Whatever she did to make you believe that-" he sneered. "You're wrong! Humans-!" the android snarled, advancing on Louis like he intended to strike him. Louis continued backing away from him. When the android finally realized that Louis was afraid, he stopped, and looked at Louis like he was a lost child. "RA9 will save you."

Louis hastily returned to Mrs. Wheeler's side, and politely brushed off her concerned comments. Connor could feel his panic; however, when Louis' gaze returned to where he stood seconds ago, the other android was long gone.

"I thought-" Louis explained, letting go of Connor's wrist and sliding his hand back. "-he was just afraid or damaged-... I don't know, I-"

"Thank you for sharing this," Connor stated firmly, pushing his chair away and rising to his feet. Connor waited briefly, eyeing Louis. He expected him to ask when he can leave, when he would be released, when he could go home. The android didn't seem the least bit concerned about himself.

The question never came. He just stared at Connor with frightened eyes and tear-stained cheeks.

Connor was glad he didn't ask, because he didn't know...

Connor stepped out of the interrogation room and joined the detectives on the other side of the glass.

"He has an alibi," Connor stated.

"Hope you don't expect us to just take your word for it," one of the detectives challenged.

"Check Mrs. Wheeler's credit card history and security footage at "Fresh Produce" and "Evolutions Book Store", if you'd like," Connor replied.

The detective scoffed at him.

"What's our next lead?" Hank asked sharply, shifting the focus.

"There's no fingerprints," Connor replied. "Nothing appeared to be damaged or stolen, besides the window upstairs. I would say it's personal. About a week ago, an android confronted him about their relationship."

"Yeah, it's weird," the same detective scowled, rolling his eyes. "He's living with this lady, taking care of her hand and foot, but acts like he's her grandkid."

Connor kept his 'poker face', as Hank might have put it: calm, without a hint of malice. But, deep down, he was insulted by the suggestion. 'Acting' was the word he had used. Louis was not Mrs. Wheeler's real blood, but that didn't mean his care for her couldn't possibly be real. It didn't mean that he didn't really love her.

"She was a lawyer. Cuda been someone she crossed?" one of the other detectives suggested.

"I'll look through her old cases," Connor offered. It was a job that would easily take a human weeks, if not months to do. Connor, however, could read through all her cases, her entire career, in a matter of hours.

The detectives cleared the room while an officer retrieved Louis from the interrogation room.

Connor returned to his desk and set his hand on the scanning pad sitting on his desk. It was an interface for androids, much faster than a mouse and keyboard, giving him something akin to a nuerolink with the computer and thus all of the Detroit Police Station's databases. He did a search for Evelin Wheeler. He first confirmed Louis' claims. It was true that Mrs. Wheeler had no living relatives. Her husband had died almost five years ago. She had a very decorated history as a lawyer, most of them being small claims, family courts, and the likes.

"There was something else-" Hank said quietly. Connor looked up from his desk, across to where Hank sat opposite of him at his own desk. "-wasn't there?"

Typical Hank, always seeing right through him.

Connor stood up and walked around to Hank's side. He sat down at the outmost facing corner of his L shaped desk. Hank swiveled in his chair to give Connor his attention. "The android-" Connor began, quiet, almost whispering, "-that confronted Louis in the park. I didn't get the impression that he was particularly worried about Louis. He seemed more angry to see an android and a human together."

Hank's eyebrows lifted slightly. "Connor," he began, in that voice that Connor knew quite well. It was softer than the way he usually spoke; the voice he used when he was worried about something. "If that is what it ends up being, don't let it get personal."

"I-"

I won't, was what he wanted to say. But-

"What if I can't?" Connor asked, sincere.

Strangely enough, Hank smiled a little. "Welcome to the force..."

Hank swiveled around in his chair to continue tapping away at his computer screen. Connor lingered for a second, pondering over what he just said, before standing up and returning his desk. 'Don't get personal' was a code all detectives had to follow. They had to see through the eyes of the law, preserve justice, without prejudice.

But that-

-was something only a machine could do.

And Connor wasn't a machine.

...

The days that followed were, unsurprisingly, busy days. You worked long shifts, drove home, and immediately undressed, flopped on your bed, and promptly passed out, just to get up early and do it all over again.

Honestly, you wanted a change of pace; but, at the same time, the thought of abandoning the clinic was mortifying. You didn't hold resentment for management over the way things were. It was difficult finding people willing to do the job. You, alongside every other nurse, was there because you wanted to be. The pay was well enough to live comfortably, but not well enough to lure in more potential employees. The clinic didn't exactly have a stable source of income, relying on donations and government funding.

Besides, there was no denying that tensions were high right now. Androids who came in were often afraid of being worked on by humans, and humans were afraid of getting close to androids.

Or, sometimes, one side hated the other.

Every so often, a text would come in from Connor. Even if it was the most pointless thing, it made the day feel so much brighter.

"Please don't forget to stay hydrated", he had said once in the early morning hours, perfect grammar naturally. You contemplated on that response through a shit-eating grin. Should you be sincere? Or maybe tease him? But, then, a patient came in and you were distracted for hours, unable to respond.

When you got the chance to check your phone again, you finally decided on a reply, right after chugging a bottle of water. "yes sir :P," you texted back.

Connor replied in a few seconds. "I prefer 'detective'."

Grinning, you replied, "yes oFfiCeR."

Work kicked up again and it was a few hours before you managed another chance to steal a glance at your phone. Connor had replied sometime while you were away.

"That's acceptable, too," he had said. He must have contemplated whether that would come across rudely because he had followed it up a few seconds later with a winking emoji.

You felt like a kid texting your crush in class, high on hormones, staring doe-eyed at the screen. One of your coworkers bumped your shoulder with her own, removing your attention from the screen.

"Somebody has a boooyyyfrriieeend," she cooed.

You scoffed at her through a smile and nudged her away with your arm, unable to put your phone down. She laughed, walking over to the coffee maker. "If I make a batch, will you have some?"

You glanced up at her. She was waving carafe questioningly. "Oh, fuck yeah," you agreed. "All I've had for lunch is a fucking apple."

"I have extra yogurts in the fridge. Help yourself," she offered kindly.

"Oh I-"

"Yes, you can. Shut up," she interrupted with a grin.

You tossed her a harmless, teasing glare.

"I only buy the good flavors," she added on, tossing her hair over her shoulder.

Smiling, you looked back at your phone. "Sorry for taking so long to reply. Busy day... every day is a busy day," you texted back. You almost tucked your phone back into your pocket before you scrambled to open it back up, and added, "detective."

After some coffee and a raspberry cream yogurt, you returned to the floor.

It was amazing that even months after the incident, androids were coming in with injuries from the revolution. They were scared, understandably, and didn't know where to go to get help, afraid they would be labeled as terrorists and arrested.

It took a lot of feedback from the president and governor to make any real progress. Anti-discrimination laws were being passed left and right; but, only time was going to heal those wounds. You still saw "no android" signs posted all over town, people proudly proclaiming they weren't going to hire any androids.

You weren't even sure if you would see progress in your lifetime.

It wasn't until late into the night and you were on your way out the door that you got a chance to check your phone again. It was almost dead, but had enough juice to check your messages.

"I don't know if I can help at all," Connor had written. "But If I can, I will."

You smiled. Of course he would say something like that.

You climbed into your car, shivering from the cold and got it started, the heater blasting, before you continued reading.

"Let me know if you made it home safely. Please."

You smiled and texted him back, "driving home now. let you know when I'm safe in bed."

Thirty minutes or so later, you had made it home, brushed your teeth, changed clothes, brushed back your hair, and was tucked away in bed. As promised, you checked your phone where it was perched on its charger at your bedside.

"home and safe," you messaged him.

He had replied before you even set the phone down. "That's good. Thank you."

You were about to set it down when a devilish thought crossed your mind.

"gonna try to get some sleep but cant stop thinking about you."

"I am unharmed. There's no need to worry. Please get some rest," he replied promptly.

You rolled your eyes fondly and chuckled.

"not like that silly," you messaged him back.

Part of you wanted to press on, longing for some intimacy to break up the long, exhausting work days. But, then, you remembered that it was nearing midnight, you had to get up early, and Connor was likely busy trying to do his own job.

"goodnight, Connor," you sent out with a fond sigh before placing the phone down and rolling over.

The screen lit up again and you reached for it. It was a simple reply. It just said, "Goodnight. Sleep well". But, for some reason, you stared at it for a long time. You hadn't known him for very long, maybe jumped the gun a few nights ago, not that you regretted it.

Rather, you felt like you were high, floating on some euphoria unlike anything you had ever experienced before.

You were-

-falling for Connor.

...

Jericho was no more. But, from the ashes of Jericho rose Haven, a boarding house of sorts for androids still trying to find their way in the world, or just looking for a place to stay, maybe even just seeking refuge from humans. Connor was well aware that not everyone was as lucky as he was. He was accepted back onto the force reluctantly, but far more gracefully than most androids found themselves in. Hank had his back. Most androids didn't have someone like Hank in their lives.

Since the revolution, Markus had taken to restoring Haven. What was once an abandoned apartment building was now a beautiful safehouse for androids. Humans weren't welcomed here. It was an unspoken rule. After all, not all the androids here were ready to trust humans again, were ready to live alongside them.

Connor came here with the hopes of finding Markus. He probably wouldn't like the reason Connor was here; but, he wanted to catch this android before he killed again. Or, at the least, rule him out as a suspect.

As soon as Connor passed the threshold, all eyes fell on him. They looked uneasy to see him, some leaning in and uttering amongst themselves. The deviant hunter. The one that works for the police. RK800, who exceeded them all in every possible way.

They were afraid of him.

Markus called out to him, "Connor!" It was a sort of fondness that Connor recognized, something akin to the way friends would greet each other.

He wasn't sure if he could Markus his friend. He had hunted him for months, the beginning of his life nothing but ending the deviancy. Markus didn't show anger when Connor pointed a gun at him. He was only ever understanding. Connor had delivered an army to Markus; but, still, unsurprisingly, most in his party looked at Connor with untrusting eyes. He didn't blame them.

With Markus honing in on Connor, everyone around visibly relaxed, directing their attention away from them.

"I'm sorry, Markus. I'm not here for pleasantries," Connor stated.

"I'm not surprised," Markus replied, oddly sounding not the least bit upset. "We can talk in private, if needed?" Markus offered his hand, tan skin faded away to expose the pale white layer beneath.

Connor took his hand without hesitation. In their bond, they spoke, unheard by all the others.

"A woman was murdered this morning. I wanted to rule out a suspect," Connor explained.

"I see," Markus replied. "-and you think they're here?"

"This android showed a distaste for human and android relationships. The women he murdered had an android living with her," Connor explained.

He shared some of Louis' memories, of him attending the Thirium Clinic with Mrs. Wheeler, asking her what she wanted for dinner, taking her to the park. Connor didn't miss the way Markus' hand stiffened, fingers unconsciously tightening a little at the sight. Then, Connor showed him Louis' memory of the park and the android that confronted him, what he had said to Louis.

"I-... I see," Markus said, sounding a little lost for a second. "I have seen him here before. But, it's been a few days. His name is Robert. I never imagined he would-..." Markus trailed off, wondering if he even had a right to say something like that. He didn't know every android. He couldn't possibly make claims on their actions.

"I hope I'm wrong, Markus," Connor said lowly. "But, I can't take the chance."

"Connor, I understand that this... coming here... must not have been easy. If it comes down to it, I will make sure that they see, for us to be equal, that means we have to pay for crimes, too..."

Connor let go of Markus' hand, ending their brief connection. He gave him a nod and spoke aloud again, "thank you, Markus."

He turned to leave and took a single step before the android called out to him.

"Connor, you're always welcome here." Markus approached him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "I want you know that..."

When he thought about it, Connor realized he never really spent much time with other androids. He was immediately assigned to the police department, worked primarily with Hank, and even returned after the revolution. Then, there was you... Was that strange? That he never really spent any time with his own kind...

"I understand," Connor replied lowly, rotating his body to face Markus. "I appreciate that you welcome me here; but, the others don't share that sentiment. I hold no resentment. They have every right to be wary of me."

"If you gave them a chance, they'd come around," Markus suggested softly.

"I don't doubt that, Markus, but... It isn't compatible with the path I've chosen..."

Markus let go of Connor's shoulder. The sad expression he gave Connor caught him off-guard.

"If that ever changes, you'll always have a home here," Markus replied sincerely.

It was difficult for Connor to imagine a home different than the one he already had. His home was Hank's house with Sumo on his lap while Hank shouted at the basketball match on the TV screen. Home was his apartment at 1 in the morning, Hank passed out on his sofa after hours of arguing over a case. Home was-... was you, patching him after he tore up his hand trying to arrest a lunatic strung out on a concoction of drugs and alcohol.

"I'll remember that," he replied quietly. He meant it, even if he wasn't sure he wanted it.

#connor x reader #deviant connor #dbh fanfic #rk800 x reader #deviant connor x reader #connor smut #rk800 smut

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wardenrainwall · 3 years

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Writing Tag Game

Tagged by @morganlefaye79 Thanks! This was a lot of fun!!

I shall tag... crap, uhm... @illusivesoul and @inky-does-art ? if you want and anyone else who wants to do this.

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

63! Lots of one-shots.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

776,150

3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Mercy

The Sarebaas and the Templar

Little Explosions of Hope

Mending All Things Broken

Secrets Kept

4. Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

Almost always! I am super appreciative of every comment I get, and usually I’ll go through and reply when I’m posting a new chapter (or if it is a 1 shot, I’ll do it within a day or so) but occasionally I just forget, then I feel guilty.

5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Now, this is a toss-up. I have written two fics with super tragic, angsty endings. One is Cadash/Blackwall An Abrupt End in which Rija Cadash dies after the final battle with Corypheus. Then the other is probably A Moment - A Lifetime which is Lavellan and Cullen and their happily ever after, except Cullen’s mind is going from the years of Lyrium use.

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

Hmm, happiest, I do usually try to end with good happy endings, so mostly that is what they are, but as for the best? I would say either Mercy or Little Explosions of Hope

7. Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the craziest one you’ve written?

Nope, I never have :(

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

I mean, that depends on the definition of hate. I’ve received some comments regarding my ability to write. Some comments about characters that were particularly nasty, that I felt was unjustified. (except when it was about Disaster!Evie, I wrote her intentionally to be loathed)

9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Hell yes I do. Or at least, I used to. … The smutty kind? Lol. Graphic, filthy encounters, and sometimes soft and sweet and romantic ones.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that i know of!

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, I’m a sad basic american who only knows english, and no one has ever asked otherwise.

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope, I’m terrible at that sort of thing. I can barely write my own fics, worrying about writing one with someone just stresses me out.

13. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

That is a cruel, cruel question. Maybe a bit of a cop-out, but Blackwall x Anyone.

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Probably With Her Lionheart, or Sal’Shiral Din’anshiral. I desperately want to finish them, but I dunno if it’ll ever happen.

15. What are your writing strengths?

First chapters and dialogue.

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

Descriptions and actions.

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I think it adds to the story

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Heh heh heh uhm… Well, wrote but never shared with anyone, was a little General Hospital fic, but as far as stuff that I posted, that still exists out in the internets somewhere, would be Roswell.

19. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

I’d say, either Breathe (Aella Adaar/Blackwall series) because it was the first fic that I ever wrote for DA, and rereading that series didn’t make me cringe, lol. Or, Little Explosions of Hope, that one is just so long, and I was really happy with how it turned out. I really enjoyed writing Wren, my angry, disabled, elven sex-worker who Cullen fell absolutely head over heels in love with. Sure there are plenty of flaws in the story, and stuff that I’m not so happy with in retrospect, but overall I really loved the slow build of the relationships and shifts and growing as characters.

#tagged #writer meme #about the writer #about the fics

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harringtonstudios · 4 years

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you’re perfect.

plot: the famous life isn’t for everyone, sometimes the comments can get to you.

A/N: i got distracted while working on a request haha! let me know your feelings :)

reminder: you are all beautiful the way you are, no matter what anyone says. there is inner beauty hiding in corners of your skin, and outer beauty glowing, lighting you up.

taglist: @iamdorka @no-shxt-sherl @bakerkells @lovemythsworld @rosegoldrichie

Dating a celebrity came with its own struggles. You’d been with Machine Gun Kelly for almost a year now after meeting him through a mutual friend. It had all been surreal, you’d know this kid since high school and now he was playing guitar on stages with actual rockstars. He’d invited you to a recording session where he had introduced you to Kells.

It had been a rollercoaster after that, flying across the country to go on dates, sitting backstage at rock shows, getting to hang out with this generation’s greatest artists. You two had made it official after six months of the coolest dates you’d ever been on in your life. Honestly, half the time, you’d have preferred to sit on the couch and watching a shitty Netflix special, but you knew this was his lifestyle and you didn’t really mind.

That was until the paparazzi started.There had been nights where both you and Kells had been fucked up, tripping on some kind of drug, trying to walk your way across the path to the Lyft you had ordered as people gathered around you shouting. Other days, you would be enjoying a bagel, laughing at Colson’s dumb jokes when a camera would come straight into your face, asking you about rumors. Once, you both had just left his house when three reporters had stopped you in your tracks, focusing their cameras on you as they started filming. Those days you would feel thrown into the spotlight, awkward in your skin, bees buzzing in your mind.

You had tried to get use to the ugly comments and the nasty posts that came with dating Colson. It was hard at first, trying not to search your name and see what came up. Sometimes you wouldn’t even have to search, people would tag your Instagram in posts, making fun of the way you looked on a certain night or criticizing your features. You didn’t really fit the criteria of being famous, a bit bigger than the models that usually walked around in LA, acne scars dotting your cheeks, frizzy hair usually flying around your head.

In the beginning, it had gotten to you fast. People calling you talentless, spamming your comments with gold digger, theorizing on twitter that your relationship wasn’t real because why would Kells fuck with a girl like that?

It had hurt, left you spiraling, spending days sitting next to Colson in the studio completely numb. You would just sit on the couch, scrolling through comments, trying not to let your insecurities get the best of you. The fans weren’t necessarily wrong, you didn’t have a special talent, you weren’t beautiful by any standards, and you had kinda just showed up out of nowhere.

Sipping on the coffee Colson had bought you this morning, your eyes widened as you stopped at a particular comment. The user had typed it in all caps, screaming through the screen about your weight. It was on a picture Colson had taken of you, sitting in a bathtub, bubbles sitting on top of your head. You read the comment once, twice and then suddenly your phone was being taken out of your hands.

“Baby, I asked if you wanted to go on a walk with me?” Colson repeated, looking down at you while loosely holding your phone in his hands.

“Uhm, yeah,” you mumbled, reaching up to grab it.

“Nope, this is a no-phone walk,” he responded, turning around to put your phone down on the table. As soon as he lifted the screen up to his face, you grimaced knowing he was going to see the comment you’d been looking at for the past five minutes.

“Wait, what the fuck,” he murmured, running his thumb over the screen. “Who the fuck wrote this,” he scoffed, turning back around towards you.

“It’s not important. C’mon let’s go on this walk,” you responded, trying to smile as you got off the couch.

“Nah, we’re not going anywhere till I find out who’s been talking shit about you online,” he said, plopping himself down on the couch.

“Cols, it’s not that serious. I mean it, I don’t even read that shit,” you tried to distract him, extending your hand out to get him back up.

He gave you a look over your phone screen, and you could see the anger brimming in his eyes. You sighed, sitting down next to him. You two weren’t going anywhere soon.

Kicking off your shoes, you pulled your legs under you, shifting to face him. “I just get a couple of mean comments every now and then. People hate on things they can’t have, you know?” you tried to rationalize, watching him scroll through your comments.

“Baby. These aren’t just a few. What the fuck, why didn’t you say anything,” he looked up straight at you, and you looked down at your lap trying to avoid eye contact.

“Cause I mean they’re not wrong,” you muttered under your breath.

“What?” he questioned, leaning down lower to catch your eyes again.

“Nothing, what would have happened if I told you huh? You would have beat up the big, bad bullies? Newsflash, not everyone is going to just fucking love you,” you bit out, voice cracking as you tried to fight through the feeling in your throat. You didn’t want to cry, not here in his studio.

He was quiet for a beat, then two and you bit your lip, knowing you had fucked this up.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say that,” you mumbled out before continuing, “they’re just internet trolls. I’m really trying not to let it get to me. I’m trying hard, but some people are just mean and I can’t fix that.”

He cleared his throat and then you could feel his arm wrapping around you, pulling you closer. You moved in, shifting so that you were pressed up against his side. Your head rested right around his shoulder, and he softly pulled at your hand. You could see your fingers shaking just a little and you were so tired of letting everything get to you, so you closed your eyes, letting your head fall back. His fingers intertwined with yours and you could feel him rubbing at your knuckles.

“You’re fucking perfect. Everything I’ve ever wanted and needed in my life. There’s nobody else I’d rather be with,” he spoke into your ear.

Your eyes were still closed, but you felt a blush rise on your cheeks as he continued.

“All these flaws they comment on? I love them all. You’re just so real, realer than anyone I’ve met in this city.”

You felt his fingers touch your chin, slightly tilting your face to see his. Opening your eyes, you saw the clarity in his blues.

“I think I love you,” you blurted out, eyes widening when you realized what had just fell out of your mouth. He let out a little laugh, and you could feel yourself turning even more red, burning up.

“C’mere,” he mumbled, squeezing your hips a little, pulling you even closer. He kissed you, hand resting on your warm cheek, stroking his thumb back and forth as you kissed back. The words sat unspoken between you. He wouldn’t say it yet, you knew it, but you could feel something loosely resembling love as he pushed into the kiss, breaking off only to kiss your forehead.

“Why don’t we show these haters something,” he muttered, moving his hips up so that he could get his phone out of his back pocket.

“Ayo, Rook, bring your ass here,” he shouted, and you heard a cymbal crash followed by the studio door opening. You laughed as Rook showed up, beanie skewed on his head.

“Take a coupla picture of us,” Kells instructed, throwing his phone up in the air. Rook caught it and then you were being lifted onto Colson’s lap.

“Hmm?” you whispered, as he placed both his hands on your hips.

“Kiss me,” he responded back, smirking and you smiled. Kissing him softly, you cupped his face in your hands. You could hear the sound of Rook taking pictures in the background and you couldn’t help but laugh just a little as your lips met Colson’s.

“Get a room fuckheads,” Rook shouted before lobbing the phone back your way. It hit the couch and you broke the kiss off, reaching for it. Before you could get it, Colson grabbed it, laughing as he looked at his camera gallery.

“Holy shit, these are GOLD,” he barked out, swiping.

“Lemme see,” you reached out your hand, trying to get a glimpse.

“Nope, you just have to wait,” he winked as he opened up the Instagram app. A part of you tremored with the anxiety of it all, you got enough hate without being publicly posted on his social media, but another part of you was excited, knowing that no matter what you had Colson on your side.

A minute later, he nudged your shoulder with your phone and smiled as you took it off his hands. Going on Instagram, you went to his profile. Laughing, you clicked on the picture he had posted. Your hands were on him, focused on kissing. One of his hands was wrapped around you, while the other flipped the camera off. The caption read, “None of y'all got anything on her.”

You liked the photo before grinning at him. “You’re my knight in shining armor,” you said in a mocking tone, raising your hands to your chest, posing.

“Well then princess, let’s go slay the dragon,” he responded before picking you up.

“Colson, wait, my shoes,” you shouted, laughing as he brought you to the door.

Everyone needed a little reassurance sometimes, and your goofy boyfriend knew exactly how to cheer you up. There was nothing better than this and your heart beamed at the pure love you felt from him. Flaws and all, you had something special here and you had never felt this happy before.

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littlecello · 3 years

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I saw the question about the LoM books (and for just having read the first I’m now pretty sure I won’t bother with the rest), and I was thinking, what about fanfictions on internet? Do you read them, and if yes, any that you particularly liked? :]

Yeahh save your money and time haha.

FANFIC THOUGH. *chefkiss* LoM fanfic is, on the whole, exceptionally well written. Glorious whump and h/c, many people getting Sam/Gene JUST right, and the gloriousness that is Sam/Gene/Annie OT3. It’s a wonderful fanfic world out there.

Recs, HMM. In general I would recommend that anyone checks out the lifein193 comm over on Livejournal, and check the rec tags. All of the fandom classics (still) live there, and have I believe also been mirrored to dreamwidth. Also check the “big bang” and “martian holiday” tags for masterpieces and lovely christmas fics/arts respectively!

A few authors I rec in general:

- Loz (especially “On The Edge of a Blade” and , “it;s just gravitational”)

- Nepthys

- severinne (LOTS of saucy smut there, you have been warned!)

- dakfinv (Sam!whump. Glorious, glorious whump. Just a word of advice, do NOT read “Steady As She Goes” in one sitting, like I did, because HO BOY)

And also, uhm, my own! 8D I’ve done a whole 16-chapter wing!fic AU in which a) wings are invisible unless you have wings yourself and b) Sam’s wings are TEENY TINY for Reasons; a long whumpy angsty fic titled “I Don’t Know What Went Wrong”, and some one-shots - you can find me right here. <3

I’d also recommend in general that you search by hits/kudos and not latest, because I honestly feel that the best (and longest!) fics are of the Olden Days of this fandom, and the popular ones are popular for a reason. Heed the warnings though, if you come across them!

And lastly, hey! if anyone else has more recommendations, please feel free to reblog and add to this! :D wouldn’t it be lovely to start a LoM fic rec chain?

#replies an' all #Life on Mars #fic rec #simmthedci

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ilballodellavitaa · 3 years

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~ 30 Questions Tag ~

thank you for the tag @damianodavic 🥰

1. Name/nickname: Ellie, I don’t really have any nicknames. Some internet friends call me El though. Then I have a nickname only my family uses, which I’m not even gonna say because I don’t want people to use it hahah

2. Star sign: Taurus ♉️

3. Height: I think I’m 163

4. Birthday : May 12

5. Favourite band: Måneskin of course! But I’d also say The Vamps because I was a fan of them for a long time. Probably Arctic Monkeys as well!

6. Time: 10:10 (am)

7. Favourite solo artist: God my music taste is so different, but J. Cole has been a favorite of mine for many years! Then there are a few Swedish artists majority of you won’t even know hahah

8. Song stuck in your head: Hmm idk, but yesterday I was reading comments and interviews about what or who Coraline really is about and I literally haven’t stopped thinking about that. So even if the song itself isn’t stuck in my head, the meaning of it is

9. Last movie you watched: Luca

10. Free space! What do you write here? Uhm… less than 9 hours left!😃

11. Last show: Young Royals🥲

12. When I created this blog: In 2018 I think. Then I stopped using it at the end of 2019, but restarted it this year when I realized there was a Måneskin fandom in here.

13. What I post: Anything Måneskin related

14. Last thing I googled: How to play strip poker WHICH IS MÅNESKIN’S FAULT AND I WANTED TO KNOW IF YOU PLAY IT THE WAY I WAS THINKING

15. Other blogs: I have @elliesaquarelle which I was going to use for my art, but I haven’t posted anything yet and idk if I will either. If I start using it I’ll let you know

16. Do I get asks? Sometimes!

17. Why I chose my url: I just liked the quote il ballo della vita. I don’t even know if I understand the quote right, but for me it’s about not taking life so seriously. It’s kind of like “let’s just dance the dance of life” and stop overthinking, stop caring about what other people think, stop caring about norms and just live. Long explanation, but the quote has a real meaning to me.

18. Following: 68

19. Followers: 729

20. Average hours of sleep: anything between 3-8h

21. Lucky number: I don’t think I have one

22. Instruments: I used to play guitar when I was little and I guess I still play sometimes, but I’m not good at all

23. What am I wearing: just a basic white shirt with grey shorts

24. Dream job: anything where art is included

25. Favourite food: I really don’t know hahah

26. Tea or coffee: tea 100%!!! I don’t think anything will ever make me like coffee.

27. Nationality: Swedish

28. Favourite song? Favorite song of all time is No Role Modelz by J. Cole. I will NEVER get tired of it. I don’t know what my favorite song at the moment is

29. Last book I read: Eleanor Oliphant is completely fine by Gail Honeyman

30. Top three fictional universes I would like to live in: does the universe they sing about in l’altra dimensione count hahah? Honestly I can’t think of any right now other than different Disney universes

I won’t tag anyone because I have no idea who has done this and not, but if you haven’t feel free to do so!

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multi-fandom-imagines8 · 5 years

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Home Alone

Request: Hi, I really need some fluffy dean fiction right now. Mabey like the reader and dean having the bunker alone and just make silly stuff like pillow fight and building a pillow castle. If you could do this that would be so great. Requested by Anon.

A/N: you and me both, sis!

Warnings: just fluff, mention of sex.

Word Count: 687.

Supernatural Masterlist

“Alright, I’m headed out” Sam took the bag that was full of weapons on the table where you were sipping on your drink and reading some article on the internet.

“Wait, where’s Dean? Isn’t he going with you?”.

“He’s not feeling well, which is weird. Dean is never sick. I don’t know what’s wrong” he informed you.

“I see… well, good luck and don’t die?”.

“I’ll try” he chuckled.

You cleared your throat before entering Dean’s room and crossing your arms.

“What?” He asked innocently.

“Sick, huh?”.

“What else was I supposed to tell him? That I wanna spend the day with my secret girlfriend alone?”.

“Or you could’ve gone with him. What if it’s dangerous?”.

“Sweetheart, every hunt is dangerous. Sammy can take care of himself. Besides, it’s just a ghost, so not that dangerous” he shrugged.

“Fine, but this is the last time”.

“Don’t you enjoy spending time with me alone?”.

“Of course I do, but our relationship shouldn’t affect our job. Besides, I think it’s time we tell Sam”.

“No, not yet. I don’t know how he’s gonna take it. I have to be prepared”.

“Babe, he’s your brother and my best friend. I think he’ll be happy for us, but the longer we wait, the angrier he’ll get for not telling him”.

“Alright, I’ll think about it. Now, can we do something fun?” He hend your hands and tried to drag you to the bed.

“Dean, Sex and drinking aren’t always fun” you reminded.

“Fine. Then what do you suggest?” He pouted like a little child.

“I have an idea” you smirked.

“Hey, where are you going?” He got off his bed.

“Just follow me and bring all the pillows we have in the bunker”.

After 20 minutes, you had built a big pillow fort. As you were working on the finishing touches, Dean being the child he is destroyed the fort with one single move.

“DEAN!” You yelled and the only reaction you got from him is his stupid childish grin.

You took one of the pillows that were now scattered on the floor and threw it at him hard.

“You did not just”.

“I did. Whatcha gonna do about it, Winchester” you flashed your eyebrows and ran away. Dean chased after you and you ended up in the same place you started, with him on top of you hitting you slightly with a pillow.

“You’re gonna destroy it” you laughed.

“I don’t care” the feathers started coming out of the pillow and filled the floor.

“And now it’s destroyed”.

“What did you call me?” He was still playing with the pillow.

��Hmm.. Winchester” you bit your lip.

“I didn’t quite hear that. Say that again”.

“Winchester. My Winchester”.

“I love it when you call me that” he started kissing your lips and neck. You ended up making love in the remains of the fort.

“That was fun” he expressed.

“You’re only saying that because we ended up doing what you wanted” he lay on one of the pillows and you on his chest, with sheets covering you when the main door open, but you were too distracted to hear.

Sam cleared his throat and was shocked by the scene “what’s going on here?” You were still laying on Dean’s chest and your fingers entwined.

“Shit! Shit! Shit! Dean muttered and you covered yourself more, quickly.

“Sam, what are you doing here?” You nervously laughed.

“I live here”.

“I mean, what are you doing here so soon?”.

“Uhm, I got rid of the ghost. It’s 9:30 guys” he informed you.

“What? We didn’t even notice” you exclaimed.

“Yeah, no wonder. So, when were you going to tell me that you’re together?” He crossed his arms.

“Can we uhm, like talk about this later? If you haven’t noticed I’m not entirely clothed” you reminded.

“Oh, yeah. Sorry! I’ll leave you to it. Just don’t do- that- again- here and get a room you two”.

After Sam left, you turned to face Dean, who had that same childish grin on his face. You rolled your eyes and threw him his pants and shirt.

Tags: @thisismysecrethappyplace @spnwinchestersd @simonsbluee @capsheadquaters

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imaginedolanscribbles · 5 years

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Priority

Grayson x reader

Warnings: none (not even swearing, are yall proud of me lol)

Words: 2.404

Anon request: “I recently found your blog. Can I request a Grayson Dolan Imagine where the reader is a funny YouTuber, and has been spending a lot of time with the vlog squad (David Dobrik) recently and Grayson is just really jealous about it”

a/n: Thank you anon! I feel like Grayson would be kind of a sad-jealous type of person…just as a warning/explanation before you read this. Uhm. Hope ya like it? (I also don’t know a lot about the vlog squad, I’m really sorry, so all I wrote in here is just what I found on the internet)

You are a little surprised (disappointed) when Gray doesn’t offer to pick you up for your dinner date tonight. It’s been awhile since you last went on a real date, just the two of you without anyone else tagging along. But you’ve been dating for almost a year now and picking you up is not something Gray is obligated to do, of course. A lot has been going on recently and you’re just happy to spend some quality time with him again. If you’re being honest you’re even kind of missing him, even though you’re living in the same city. There just never seems to be enough time to see him. Maybe you should work a little less…convince Gray to go on vacation with you…surprise him with a present or something…So you shrug your surprise (disappointment) off and don’t think much of it.

That is, until you arrive at the restaurant and Gray is sitting at the table he had reserved for the two you and his hair is...wet? He has his head bowed down, his hands laying in his lap, fiddling with his phone and you know he’s gnawing on his lower lip even though you can only see half of his face.

“Hey”, you greet him and put your hand on his shoulder to stop him from getting up. His face lights up and you can feel an answering smile spread over your face at the sight of his widening smile. You brush your lips over his in greeting and – yeah, his hair doesn’t only look wet, it really is wet. But it’s not raining or anything.

You take your seat opposite him and as much as you just want to bask in his presence and drink in the sight of him, you can’t help but notice his appearance. Apart from his hair being wet (and in severe need of a haircut) he seems to have shaved very messily: he has a cut just under his chin and there’s a patch of stubble he missed, right on the hinge of his jaw. His outfit, while put together impeccably like always, doesn’t seem to fit right. Either the entire right side of his body shrunk, or he buttoned his shirt all wrong. You can’t see his shoes but if he wore two different ones, you can’t say you’d be surprised.

“Hey”, Gray answers and his smile is so achingly sweet you forget his unusual appearance for a minute. “I, uh, didn’t order, yet. Wasn’t sure what you wanted.”

“Oh, I guess, I’ll take the usual”, you shrug and open the menu that lays folded before you. Gray and you identified this restaurant as your favourite quite early in your relationship and as much as you like trying new things, the Tagliatelle alla Panna in this place are amazing – especially with their self-made cheese sauce, hmm.

“I’m not sure I even know what your usual is anymore”, Gray mumbles from the other side of the table but he has his head bowed over the menu when you look up at him with a frown.

Before you can formulate a question, the waiter appears behind him. He takes your orders with a smile and brings your drinks shortly after.

“So, uhm”, you mumble, his comment from earlier making you feel a little awkward. A feeling you’re not used to, not around Gray. He looks at you when you start talking and you can’t tell for sure but it looks like he also has dark rings under his eyes. What on earth could have him this distracted? “Feels like ages since I saw you last time.”

“Hm, yeah”, Gray nods and for a moment it seems like he tries for a smile before he resorts to clearing his throat instead. “Last Monday, I think.”

“Oh, right”, you nod. You’d had to leave around midday because Grayson still had to edit their video before Tuesday and since their videos got so much longer these past months, the editing takes much longer, too. “Well. Still feels like ages to me.”

The laugh that comes out of you is high and nervous and you start fiddling with the tablecloth above your knees where he can’t see. This feels weird. Why does it feel weird? Being around Gray has never felt weird before.

“Me too”, Gray admits softly and there’s that familiar rush of affection whenever he voices these sweet, quiet thoughts. He only glances at you from underneath his eyelashes, though, and keeps his head ducked otherwise. He does catch your smile, at least, and half his mouth lifts into an answering one. Under any other circumstances this would be seductive, but you just can’t shake the feeling that something’s off.

That’s the moment the waiter chooses to bring your food which results in another polite pause and an exchange of thankful nods and smiles. He wishes you a cheerful “buon appetito!” and leaves as you start eating your respective dishes.

“So”, you start again, after a few bites taken in silence. Gray looks you in the eye to indicate he’s listening. “What’s up with you?”

“I, uh”, Gray draws his eyebrows together and pulls his shoulders up slightly. “Don’t know. Not much, I guess? Hanging with E, James and Emma a lot. Working out? Planning our next trip to Jersey. Just…boring same old I guess.”

Well, that’s not what you meant, but actually... “Ugh, I miss your ‘boring same old’”, you sigh wistfully. “I feel tired all the time, lately, I think I need a vacation. Or, you know, just hanging out at yours and unwinding a little would have the same effect, I guess”, you smile at him and think of curling up on his bed and cuddling with a movie he’s guaranteed to fall asleep to.

Inexplicably, his face falls at that and he’s back to avoiding eye-contact again. “Well, it’s not like you couldn’t drop by any time.” His tone sounds kind of flat and he’s pushing his food from one side of his plate to the other with a fork. He’s always hungry. Why isn’t he eating? Something is definitely up. You frown.

“Okay, what’s really up, Grayson?” You nod to his clothes and hair (still damp) when he glances at you questioningly. “You look like you don’t even really want to be here. And, I mean, that would okay but, Gray, if you’re not feeling well you could’ve cancelled, you know? Yeah, I’d have been disappointed but it’s not like we haven’t seen each other in months, it’s only been a few days, and I could’ve visited you or brought you something or – okay just, why, why is your hair wet?”

With every word coming out of your mouth Gray seems to curl in on himself a little more until his head is ducked almost behind his glass. At your last question though, he frowns and lifts his hand to his hair as if he hadn’t even noticed. He looks at his dampened hand somewhat surprised. “Well…I showered and didn’t have time to blow-dry my hair before coming here.”

His hair doesn’t take long to dry and if it’s still wet from the shower, he can’t have showered more than half an hour before arriving here. You can feel your own frown deepening. “So…what was so important today that you couldn’t have showered earlier? You don’t even have poor time-management skills, like me, I don’t understand how – “

“I wasn’t sure the date was still up”, Gray cuts you off, mumbling into his lap.

“…oh.”, is all you can say. Well. “I mean, we haven’t done date-night for a while, I guess, but – “

“You cancelled last time”, Gray replies in a sort of defiant tone and you can see the tablecloth moving where he’s fiddling it between his fingers. “And the time before that, too.”

Well. That’s true. Kind of. But… “I, uhm. I’m sorry about that, Gray, but I told you I was sorry and I explained, didn’t I? The first time was because Teddy had forgotten to invite me to go to the movies with them and it would’ve felt rude to cancel on them on the day, even though I’d only the invitation hours before.” You didn’t feel that guilty back then when you’d cancelled on Gray. You had never cancelled before and you’d just been at Gray’s the entire weekend. Looking at him now, his hair damp and floppy, shirt buttoned wrong and staring hard at anything but you, that small puddle of guilt in the back of your mind turns into an outright waterfall. “And, uh, last time I was so tired, Gray, I promise you the evening would’ve just been me falling asleep over the appetizer. I’m sorry.”

Gray shakes his head and there’s even a smile but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “Yeah. Uh, yeah, I get that, yes. Of course.”

There’s a pause and he starts fiddling in his lap once more, then there’s that glance again.

“I just, uhm. I guess, it’s just that…you don’t seem to be tired when you’re hanging with the ‘vlog squad’” – he puts actual air-quotes here – “so, you know, that’s…that’s a little…well.” He doesn’t even attempt to end that sentence, just shrugs, rubs his jaw and winces when he pulls at his skin hard enough to rip at the cut under his chin.

He cut himself shaving. He never cuts himself shaving, he must’ve been in a real hurry to cut himself like that. And he showered and put on a nice shirt, everything so rushed he didn’t manage to do any of those things properly. Accompanying the lump of guilt lodging itself into your throat comes that warmth rushing through you until you can feel it prickling in your fingertips – it’s just such a Gray thing, to try, to really try, no matter what. If nothing else, he managed to be on time, so all his hurrying paid off a little at least.

“Gray…” You don’t know what to say but when you put your hand on the table, reaching out, you almost expect him to ignore it. When he takes your hand without hesitation there’s an actual flutter of relief in your stomach.

“I don’t-”, Gray frowns, looking for the right words as he considers your clasped hands. “I mean, I’m not trying to make you feel bad for…for hanging with your new friends or whatever but…maybe don’t forget your old friends? Or”, his lips twitch into an ironic smile and he finally looks at you, really looks at you, “I guess, at least don’t forget me, okay?”

You still feel guilty but smiling back at him is a reflex at this point, no use in fighting it. Also, his fingers are stroking your pulse slowly and his palm encasing yours just feels too familiar to not feel a little at home.

“I never forgot you, Gray”, you reply and wind your fingers around his to make your point. “David and the rest were just so nice and sweet to me and filming with them is so much fun and they’re really cool and I think you’d actually really like them if you hung out with them, too. I didn’t have lots of spare time, recently, you’re right. I didn’t mean to…to neglect you, or anything.”

He doesn’t seem too keen on ‘hanging out’ with the rest of them but he doesn’t pull his hand back either. “You didn’t neglect me, I’m not a pet or something. It’s just…it would be nice to get at least have as much attention as the ‘vlog squad’. I mean. Being your boyfriend and all.”

“Stop with the air-quotes already, they’re friends.” You chuckle and roll your eyes but hold onto his hand quickly, as he tries to let go. “I’m sorry you felt ignored, okay? I mean that.” He stops pulling at your hand and you loosen your grip to trace the lines of his open palm. “I meant it when I said earlier it felt like ages since I last saw you. I missed you. Don’t ever doubt that.” It wasn’t a question but Gray still nods quietly and it’s so good to have him back, this unguarded, open (lovely, sweet, soft) version of Gray, that you lift his hand to press a quick kiss into his palm. Gray keeps it there and cups your jaw. “The next two weeks are just for us, yeah? I’ll stay at yours and annoy you until you wish I’d go back to my ‘new’ friends.”

Gray shakes his head with a reluctant smile at your cheeky grin and presses his thumb against your lower lip, opening your mouth slightly.

“Never”, he challenges and doesn’t beat an eyelash when you graze your teeth against the pad of his thumb teasingly.

“We’ll see about that”, you promise, and he hauls you closer with something like a growl in his chest until his nose rubs against yours.

“You always have to have the last word, huh?”, he asks and kisses you before you can answer.

It doesn’t last two seconds before the table between you starts buzzing. Gray pulls away far enough so both of you can glance at the phone lit up and buzzing between you. It’s yours. And the name flashing on the screen reads “Gabbie”.

It’s times like these, when he reads just as quickly as you even though the text is upside down, that you suspect Gray maybe has some sort of selective dyslexia. The second you read Gabbie’s name, Gray pulls you in again and places a distinctly possessive kiss on your lips.

“Don’t you dare pick up”, Gray breathes into your mouth.

Someone on the table next to you clears their throat before you can answer and he lets go. You sit back in your seat and calmly even out your skirt, your phone still buzzing and Gray’s eyes drilling into your face from across the table. You look right into his eyes as you grab your phone and the flicker of vulnerability behind his eyes tightens your heart for a split second. You turn your phone off without looking at it and Gray’s eyes turn into pure, melted chocolate and you can’t wait to curl up in his embrace later tonight.

You like your friends. You’re not going to stop hanging out with them because Gray is jealous. But you will also not prioritize them over him.

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#dolan twins #dolan twins imagine #request #anon requested #grayson dolan #ethan dolan #grayson dolan imagine #grayson x reader #grayson dolan x reader #priority #jealous gray #no warnings

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sevenpeaches · 5 years

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50 Questions Tag

Tagged by @jinyoungmoans and @riceeater22~

1. What takes too much of your time?

Getting distracted and procrastination

2. What makes your day better?

My pets, talking with you all, ahgases and Got7 (I will gush about Got7 a lot throughout this probably -- so look away now!)

3. What’s the best thing that happened to you today?

A movie date with my sister, we haven’t had one in a long time~ and then coming home to catch the new He is Psychometric episode with @riceeater22

4. What fictional place would you like to go to?

Do I get to live there or just visit? Naruto-verse would be cool, and Pokemon

5. Are you good at giving advice?

I’ve been told I am

6. Do you have any mental illness?

Unfortunately

7. Have you ever experienced sleep paralysis?

Yes, it’s not all that fun. 0/10 would not recommend

8. What musician inspired you the most?

Honestly? Got7. They’ve inspired me to be myself, love myself, and be the best version of myself I can be.

9. Have you ever fallen in love?

So I thought.

10. What’s your dream date?

Hmm.. something really cute. Maybe grab a coffee and then go for a walk and chat while we sip. An amusement park date where we can do cheesy things and ‘scary’ things, see all kinds of sides to each other. I think that would be fun. Take silly pictures in a photo-booth. That sort of stuff

11. What do others notice about you?

My ti-- nah not going there. Appearance-wise, my smile or (this sounds weird but I’ve gotten random compliments) my eye shape? Personality-wise, my sass or brains

12. What is an annoying habit you have?

Trying to keep everyone happy, at my own expense. Self-deprecation. Oh, or -- I’ve mastered the “my tone is so flat you can’t tell if I’m being sarcastic or not” thing from my dad. That paired with my resting bitch face leads to many misunderstandings...

13. Do you still talk to your first love?

Not like we used to.

14. How many ex’s do you have?

Uh, technically...7? officially at least. I only really count 5 of them though

15. How many songs are in your playlist?

Afskhadfjgglsdj idk how to answer this because I use Spotify and have everything in separate playlists... maybe around 2,000?

16. What instruments can you play?

Hah. I wish... None... piano a little.

17. Who do you have the most pictures of?

Is it embarrassing to say probably Jaebum.

18. Where would you like to go before you die?

To quote Got7 -- “All Around the World”

19. What is your zodiac?

Pisces.

20. Do you relate to it?

Hmm yeah I’d say so

21. What is happiness to you?

That moment when you wake up from a good dream and none of the world’s realities have set in yet, when it’s just you and the warmth from both your bed and your dreams. When you’re at a concert and you’re immersed in the moment, feeling one with the crowd and the band/group, and you never want the moment to end. When you’re with friends, and you’re all laughing so hard that you can’t speak. When, at the end of the day, you can smile to yourself, because you know that you’re loved and that you’re doing the best you can.

22. Are you going through anything right now?

Am I ever not? I’m fairly certain we’re all going through it

23. What’s the worst decision you’ve ever made?

Lying to someone I cared about.

24. What’s your favourite store?

I don’t think I have a favorite... Rue 21 has cute clothes? Let me pretend the internet counts as one store so that I can say the world wide web

25. What’s your opinion on abortion?

Pro-choice. I don’t really want to get into it here, but I have an arsenal of reasons (rape pregnancies, for some women -- it’s a matter of life or death for them, early on -- when it’s hardly a soul yet, overpopulation and the fact that everyone seems to care about a fetus -- but they all stop caring once it’s born and they didn’t listen to the fact that the parent cannot take care of it and there are so many children in the foster system). I wrote a whole paper on the appalling fact that some people were trying to legalize “4th term abortions”?? Like, that means the baby is born and it’s infant homicide?? The amount of stupidity in this world....

26. Do you keep a bucket list?

No, I’ve thought about it though

27. Do you have a favourite album?

Verse 2 and 7 for 7

28. What do you want for your birthday?

Uhm... I’ll enjoy anything Got7 related. Or a vacation anywhere, but that’s asking for too much

29. What are most people’s first impression of you?

That I’m intimidating, or that I think I’m better than them -- neither of which are true

30. What age do you seem according to most people?

People used to always think I was older than I was, but now it seems everyone thinks I’m under 21

31. Where do you keep your phone while you’re sleeping?

On my nightstand

32. What word do you say the most?

Good question. I’ll ask my family.

33. What’s the oldest age you would date?

Ah, maybe 7 years most?

34. What’s the youngest age you would date?

Eh... maybe 3 years max? I’m usually attracted to those older than me, but who knows what may happen.

35. What job/career do most people say would suit you?

My family always thought I’d become a lawyer because of my ability to argue/defend well.That and a surgeon. Whew, aiming high hm?

36. What’s your favourite music genre?

K-Pop~

37. If you could live in any country in the world, where would it be?

I’d like to answer that after knowing how it would be to live in each country I’m curious about..

38. What is your current favourite song?

Currently... Touch by Jus2 (that one long, haunting note by Jaebum near the end please)

39. How long have you had this blog for?

This one? Just since last October~ My first blog on Tumblr is from ... 2009? But I rarely use that anymore.

40. What are you excited for?

Warmer weather. Seeing Got7 members happy and well. New episodes of shows. Talking with friends. Finding my place in life.

41. Are you a better talker or listener?

Listener. I’m a great talker when I want to be, but I am without a doubt, a person who will listen to you.

42. What is the last productive thing you did?

Volunteer work, grocery shopping for the family, cleaning?

43. What do you want for Christmas?

Got7 stuff, a trip to new places.

44. What class do you get the best grades in?

All of them. I would say just kidding but I’m a grade A student (except organic chem).

45. On a scale of 1-10, how are you feeling right now?

4 earlier, about a 7 now

46. What can you see yourself doing in 10 years?

Probably working hard...my own house.. a cat or two, maybe a person in my life. HOW SHOULD I KNOW. I’d like to be traveling

47. When did you first get your heartbreak?

2010

48. At what age do you want to get married?

Legit do not care... If I meet someone I want to marry, then it’ll be when the time is right

49. What career did you want to have as a child?

Detective or explorer

50. What do you crave right now?

Uhm, tbh... touch and snuggles. And inspiration to write please

Whew that was a lot! I shall tag @maddiekira @cheap-pack-of-cigarettes and @madeitwang

#tagged #50 questions

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somuchanemoia · 6 years

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11 Questions

Hiya, everyone! I am finally back to posting on my blog more after the busy week and I am finally catching up on my tags! Woohoo!

Thank you to the lovely @yuuricutesuki for tagging me!

1. If you were given a one-minute ad-slot during the Super Bowl that you couldn’t sell, what would you fill it with?

Uhm...I’ve never actually thought about this before and it’s a good question. Hmm...probably a slideshow demonstrating the beautiful existence of our Lord and savior Viktor Nikiforov. I’d have Joey (@yuuris-piano) do the music for it too. You know. Just a giant one-minute ad of Viktor Nikiforov’s face.

2. what problem did you think was going to be common in ‘grown-up’ life as a kid? was it actually a problem or just a misconception?

For me, it was making friends as a grown-up. Like honestly, how does that happen? Like, I was the kid who hardly ever made friends until I was in high school and even then it was a struggle. I’m a sophomore in college and still haven’t made friends. Like I get that you do the same thing, but like I don’t like enough people in my lectures to actually talk to them. And I feel weird going out by myself so I just awkwardly sit and do homework and do dumb stuff by myself on friday night. So, I can say that it is still a problem?? I dunno.

3. which fictional character would you want to be your sidekick?

Well...it depends on the mission. In real life, I feel like Yuuri would make an awesome person to have as a sidekick because he would get me really well and would just be chill with it. If I’m looking to get into trouble, I’d probably bring Lance McClain with me. If I was going anywhere where Fergalicious was playing, Chris is gonna be my sidekick. If I’m gonna go meet someone for the first time, I’m bringing Will Solace with me.

Can like...all of my fictional favorites be my sidekicks because I need them all.

4. In your opinion, what will finally break the internet?

One of three things:

Footage of the Viktuuri wedding if we ever get it. ‘Nough said.

Klance being confirmed

J.K. Rowling writing another Harry Potter series because I really need a marauders prequel goddamnit!!!!

5. When was the last time you wished you could throw down a smoke bomb and disappear?

Everyday of my life...

Last time I saw my ex in public. I went to go get hair dye to do my hair and she apparently had started working there and we had that whole awkward “i’m gonna pretend I have no idea who the frick you are” thing going on on my side and the awkward flirting on her part. It was just one those moments when your like “oh please let the aliens beam me up now to save me from this monstrosity.”

6. what’s something you did ironically so many times that it just became a part of your personality?

Hmm...I dunno if this counts, but I sigh a lot. Sometimes I sigh without even realizing I’m sighing and now I’m just the one who automatically is sighing over everything.

7. do you believe in ghosts? if yes, do you have a personal/favourite ghost story?

Hell yeah! I’m a big believer in the paranormal and I’m actually kind of sensitive to it, to say the least.

So, I actually have a few personal experiences, but my most recent experience was a few months ago. I was out driving at night trying to get my 2-year-old brother to sleep since my mom wasn’t feeling well and since I live in a smaller town, the streets were mostly empty. I had driven downtown and was on my way driving back when I saw something dart off into the road. So I slowed down and was really paying attention since we didn’t have street lights on the road. It was a weird occurence since I was driving between two housing developments that were surrounded by high walls on either side of me so it’s not like there would be an animal that ran out into the middle of the street and it was after midnight and my town shuts down at 10.

And then I saw someone standing in the middle of the road in all black. They had their arms spread and were waiting for me to hit them. I swerved as much as I could on the road as I slammed on the breaks, trying to avoid hitting the person and I felt the car hit something. I’ve been in a car accident before and I know what impact feels like and I swear that I hit something.

I got the car to stop and I pulled over, because I was freaking the fuck out. My brother was asleep in the car and we were both okay, but I really thought I hit someone. Since I was by myself, I didn’t get out of the car, but I did call a friend’s dad (since my dad has epilispey and can’t drive) and he, his wife and my friend, and his brother drove the 30 seconds to where I was from their house.

There was nobody there. I didn’t hit anything. There was no damage to the car. There was no way anyone could have ran from the scene since the road was surrounded by walls that couldn’t have been climbed easily.

None of us, have any idea of what happened.

8. when/if you talk to yourself (out loud or otherwise), do you use ‘we’, ‘I’, or ‘you’ to address yourself?

Usually it’s a combination of all three. It depends on the context. I tend to lean more towards ‘you’ or ‘I’ but I often use ‘we’ too. For isntance, when I’m psyching myself up, I tend to use ‘you’ or ‘we’ but I generally use ‘I’ when I am trying to get myself to focus.

9. what’s your ultimate desert island book?

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ uhhhhhhhh....Island of the Blue Dolphins? I dunno.

10. what’s something you do that’ll almost always lift your mood?

Putting on You Only Live Once and dancing. Nothing lifts your mood like the most motivational song ever. Forget Eye of th Tiger or It’s My Turn Now! You Only Live Once is so freaking positive and it makes me feel like I can get through anything. Believe it or not, when I’m in a really bad depression slump, it’s a song that helps get me moving even if it doesn’t stop the episode.

Also, watching Adam Rippon skate because lets be honest he is goals for all of us.

Or looking at pictures of my OTPs.

11. compliment yourself!

I’m so not good at complimenting myself, but I’ll try.

Uhm...Sam, you have a not shitty taste in music. It’s not that bad. You have a few questionable tastes, but mostly it’s pretty awesome.

I’m not gonna tag a lot of people because I’m catching up on tags, but I will be tagging: @endlesscloudsoftime, @callmeasses and @iwritebetterthanispeak as well as whoever else wants to do this.

My 11 Questions for you:

1. Which fictional character would be the most borning to meet in real life?

2. What problem or situation did TV / movies make you think would be common, but when you grew up you found out it wasn’t? (i’m lowkey taking a jab at hsm because thanks Disney for making me think high school would be awesome)

3. What would be on the gag reel of your life?

4. What does “infinite” mean to you?

5. If your life was a movie, what songs would be on the soundtrack?

6. What item would be your top choice to make into a horcrux?

7. Who would play you in a movie about your life?

8. Most relatable scene from any book/movie/anime/etc.?

9. If you were shrunk down and somehow got stuck in a blender, how would you get out?

10. Would you count manga as a piece of literature? Why or why not?

11. compliment yourself. (joey, you’re just to freaking good to at making up questions).

#tagged #porkcutletbowltrash #yuuricuteski

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janiedean · 6 years

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book meme

tagged by @robb-greyjoy and @cafeleningrad thank you both! <3

1. Which book has been on your shelves the longest? Uhm. Uhm. That’s... a hard... question... but I think the collection of Irish fairytales I really was into when I was like seven? I probably have older stuff than that but not on my shelves (it’d be stored somewhere) and not that I re-read at this point.

2. What is your current read, your last read and the book you’ll read next? The current read is Stuart Kaminsky’s The Howard Hughes Affair in the Toby Peters series because I need light reading and twenty-four books of down on his luck PI in Hollywood in the forties always dealing with old hollywood cinema stars is exactly what I need for light reading.

Last read: it was the previous in those series, You Bet Your Life, or if you don’t count that it was some medieval history book.

Next read: I’d like for it to be Stephen and Owen King’s Sleeping Beauties but it’s most likely gonna be either roman history or medieval history, again. Or possibly the fifth in that series but it’s really quick reading so. xD

3. Which book does everyone like and you hated? I’m gonna almost quote Damien who said P&P (which I...uh... don’t like lol) and say Emma which is still the Most Insufferable Thing I Ever Read In My Entire Life. P&P is less insufferable but I don’t get the fascination and mist likely never will.

4. Which book do you keep telling yourself you’ll read, but you probably won’t? Idk I eventually get to everything I mean to but I should have read War and Peace like years ago. ONE DAY. XDD

5. Which book are you saving for “retirement?” None, I save anything longer than 500 pages for when I’m on vacation but who even knows when I’ll get to retirement, so...

6. Last page: read it first or wait till the end? I ALWAYS WAIT UNTIL THE END I NEVER CHECK THE LAST PAGE are we srs it’s the last one for a reason

7. Acknowledgements: waste of ink and paper or interesting aside? Always fundamental. I always read acknowledgments. Though I don’t do the mistakes of reading afterwords before the book because I spoiled myself the ending of The Murder of Roger Ackroyd because I had to read the afterword first and I was an idiot xD

8. Which book character would you switch places with? ... honest? Rob from High Fidelty, not just because we’re sadly almost the same person but because I wanna own a fucking record shop and that’d be about the only way I could do it in this lifetime I fear...

9. Do you have a book that reminds you of something specific in your life (a person, a place, a time)? Hmmm, lots I guess, but Different Seasons was the summer when I turned fifteen and it definitely changed my life for the better and I always remember it fondly, same for The Three Musketeers and the 2006 summer which was.. an interesting time I guess xD, latin/greek epics will forever be tied with my father for better or worse and french authors with my mom aaaand beat generation stuff definitely reminds me of my best friend from high school and I could probably say that while I never read hp it also reminds me of people I was better off without so that’s probably another reason why I hate it but never mind that xDDDDD

10. Name a book you acquired in some interesting way. Hmm idk I’m totally blanking here XD I don’t think I have any *interesting* story about this sorry guys

11. Have you ever given away a book for a special reason to a special person? lmao no. The three times I lent book to someone they never came back and I’m really not the kind of person who shares their *special* copies so it’d have to be a really special person to make me give away a book I already own for special reasons xD and I haven’t met that person yet

12. Which book has been with you to the most places? I have a feeling it’d be the second dark tower book or the third for how badly I ruined them

13. Any “required reading” you hated in high school that wasn’t so bad ten years later? If I actually found the inner strength to get over my issues with some teacher and re-read I promessi sposi without bias I probably wouldn’t find it as terrible as I did back in the day but it’ll take me another ten years for that I fear, for the rest I’m fairly good with everything I had to read as a requirement.

14. What is the strangest item you’ve ever found in a book? Someone’s phone number I fear

15. Used or brand new? Don’t care either way but if I have to buy, used because they’re cheaper tbh xDDDD

16. Stephen King: Literary genius or opiate of the masses? Guys. Guys. While I’m the first person who wouldn’t say King is the new Proust, and while there’s a lot of things I dislike about the way he does things (first of all how much he loves his PEOPLE FORGETTING EVERYTHING trope)....

a) when I read Different Seasons I was in a moment where I had fallen out of love with reading stuff for reasons and it brought it back full spades; b) he was the first author I read in english and 90% the person that influenced my writing style more for those reasons; c) he’s a genius at crafting characters/character work/character development way more than a lot of people critics enjoy more than him and since I’m a character driven whore put two and two together; d) he came up with my Favorite Fictional Character Ever (whose surname is half of my tumblr nickname/internet nickname anywhere so...) and with my Favorite Ship Ever and my Favorite Series Ever and a lot of my Favorite Things Ever; e) he’s exceedingly good at his genre and while his endings are shit 70% of the time when he nails it he nails it;

tldr: he might not be the Greatest Writer Ever but he’s my Subjectively Favorite Writer Ever for bad and for good and no one disrespects king in front of me okay? k. I owe his damned books enough to repay how much they made me suffer xD

17. Have you ever seen a movie you liked better than the book? Blade Runner is vastly better than the book and Maurice is pretty much as good as it but there were changes that imo were improvements over things that were not in the plot so I guess it counts.

18. Conversely, which book should NEVER have been introduced to celluloid?

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THE

DARK

TOWER

I rest my case no one wants me to start ranting again about how much that piece of shit movie should have never existed and idris elba deserved a lot better than ending up involved in it.

19. Have you ever read a book that’s made you hungry, cookbooks being excluded from this question? no but I wrote a bakery au that made people feel hungry, does that count?

20. Who is the person whose book advice you’ll always take? my parents though I’ll take it with a pinch of salt because there’s people they like that I can’t stand (*cough* borges *cough* SORRY I KNOW) and viceversa but let’s say that if my dad said he didn’t dislike it then it’s probably not a bad book in 90% of the cases same for my mom (though she didn’t hate the solitude of prime numbers as much as I did which is why as stated I take things with a pinch of salt xD), then @robb-greyjoy because we basically like the same things so I trust his judgment, my high school bf who’s not on tumblr (the beat generation person) who also had my same tastes so I’d have definitely trusted her, and there’s a few tumblr users I follow for books talking whose judgment I trust 99% of the time xD

also half of the people I wanted to tag got tagged by either of you so hmmm @lordhellebore @slushiebear @blueagia @incblackbird @julesdrenages @julesfelden @ms-mormont and @greyjoysea? if you all want to of course otherwise ignore me xD

#about me #books #book recs #i guess

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inkxlenses · 7 years

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Tagged by: @99shlushkid - Thank you so much for actually letting me know that I’ve been tagged. Otherwise I wouldn’t have known :)

1. Coffee or tea? Tea 2. Black and white or color? Black and White. Just to clarify, my black & white isn’t analogous to monochrome or greyscale (I’m assuming that this about aesthetics, not visual arts. Otherwise, I’d choose coloured) 3. Drawings or paintings? Paintings 4. Dresses or skirts? Dresses 5. Books or movies? Books 6. Pepsi or Coke? Pepsi. I drink both though 7. Chinese or Italian? Hmm. I can’t choose. It’s between something that is a part of me and something that I admire 8. Early bird or night owl? Both 9. Chocolate or vanilla? Chocolate 10. Introvert or extrovert? Introvert 11. Hugs or kisses? Kisses 12. Hunting or fishing? Hunting 13. Winter or summer? Australian Winter :) 14. Spring or fall? Spring 15. Rural or urban? I’d trade my brother for a rural life instead. Please, please, please  16. PC or Mac? Mac 17. Tan or pale? Don’t mind both 18. Cake or pie? Aaaahh both? Uhm. Pie? 19. Ice cream or yogurt? Ice cream 20. Ketchup or mustard? Ketchup 21. Sweet pickles or dill pickles? Dill pickles 22. Comedy or mystery? Mystery 23. Boots or sandals? Sandals 24. Silver or gold? Silver 25. Pop or Rock? Rock 26. Dancing or singing? Why not both 27. Checkers or chess? Go. Chess. And Go. 28. Board games or video games? Both? Ugh. Video games 29. Wine or beer? Wine. I hate beer. 30. Freckles or dimples? Dimples 31. Honey mustard or BBQ sauce? Honey mustard 32. Body weight exercises or lifting weights? I’m already bored just by reading these choices. I really love running and long walks around the city, though. Are these acceptable answers? Haha 33. Baseball or basketball? Neither 34. Crossword puzzles or sudokus? Sudoku 35. Facial hair or clean shaven? Clean-shaven 36. Crushed ice or cubed ice? Cubed ice 37. Skiing or snowboarding? Haven’t tried snowboarding before, so skiing 38. Smile or game face? Game face 39. Bracelet or necklace? Necklace. I’m really uncomfortable in wearing bracelet(s) if I’m already wearing my watch (which I always wear anyway lmao). Or really, just too much accessories for that matter D: 40. Fruit or vegetables? Both 41. Sausage or bacon? Bacon 42. Scrambled or fried? Fried 43. Dark chocolate or white chocolate? Dark chocolate 44. Tattoos or piercings? Piercings 45. Antique or brand new? Brand new. I think the only *antique* I would want are pieces of art or jewellery  46. Dress up or dress down? Dress up? It actually depends on the occasion/ venue because I’m not comfortable in standing out and getting too much attention. Being memorable and catching attention/ stirring up curiosity is enough 47. Cowboys or aliens? Aliens 48. Cats or dogs? Dogs. And MY cats. But seriously, this is a horrible contrast 49. Pancakes or waffles? Waffles 50. Bond or Bourne? Bond. James Bond. 51. Sci-Fi or fantasy? Ugh. Both? Fantasy 52. Numbers or letters? Both 53. Harry Potter or Lord of the Rings? Harry Potter 54. Fair or theme park? Theme Park 55. Money or fame? Money 56. Washing dishes or doing laundry? Uhh doing laundry? Haha 57. Snakes or sharks? I want a pet snake :D 58. Orange juice or apple juice? Orange juice 59. Sunrise or sunset? Sunrise 60. Slacker or over-achiever? Over-achiever. But I don’t want to label myself as one 61. Pen or pencil? Pen 62. Peanut butter or jelly? Peanut butter 63. Grammys or Oscars? Cannes and Berlin Film Fest. Oscars 64. Detailed or abstract? Abstract 65. Multiple choice questions or essay questions? Essay questions 66. Adventurous or cautious? Both 67. Saver or spender? Saver, though people who know me prolly wouldn’t agree. They just don’t know haha 68. Glasses or contacts? Contacts. But I love my new glasses 69. Laptop or desktop? Laptop 70. Classic or modern? Both 71. Personal chef or personal fitness trainer? Personal chef 72. Internet or cell phone? Internet 73. Call or text? Call 74. Curly hair or straight hair? Don’t mind anything 75. Shower in the morning or shower in the evening? Shower in the evening 76. Spicy or mild? Spicy 77. Marvel or DC? DC 78. Paying a mortgage or paying rent? Paying a mortgage. Depends really, but I always opt for something permanent so.. 79. Sky dive or bungee jump? Sky dive :D 80. Oreos or Chips Ahoy? Oreos 81. Jello or pudding? Pudding 82. Truth or dare? Dare 83. Roller coaster or Ferris wheel? Roller coaster 84. Leather or denim? Neither 85. Stripes or solids? Solids 86. Bagels or muffins? Muffins 87. Whole wheat or white? Whole wheat 88. Beads or pearls? Pearls 89. Hardwood or carpet? Hardwood 90. Bright colors or neutral tones? Neutral tones 91. Be older than you are or younger than you are? Older, but not too much (I’m assuming that this is about romantic partners) 92. Raisins or nuts? Raisins 93. Picnic or nice restaurant? We’ve never tried going on a picnic before (and I would really love to), so I’ll choose that 94. Black leather or brown leather? Black leather 95. Long hair or short hair? Again, don’t mind 96. “Ready, aim, fire” or “Ready, fire, aim”? Who fires before aiming? 97. Fiction or non-fiction? Non-fiction 98. Smoking or non-smoking? Non-smoking 99. Think before you talk or talk before you think? Think before you speak 100. Asking questions or answering questions? Hmm. I like answering questions but asking questions is like an automatic impulse of mine, so go figure what my answer would be

Tagging (no pressure guys!): @ckatharcis @crownceleste @gearzell @horusbooty @musiclover2119 @nerdvanadandomheart @sammehwinchester @white-queen-lacus and anyone else who is interested! :)

#ask games #answered #get to know the blogger

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kaligulas · 7 years

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Tagged by @fatal-blow and it's nightie so I gots to overshare on the Internet : P

Name/Nickname: Kali/Vince

Gender: :')

Star sign: twins with crabs

Height: I like to think I'm 5'9 but I'm probably closer to 5'8

Hogwarts House: Slytherin

Favorite animal: hmm I love rats but I would dies for literally any animal so like .. yes

Hours of sleep: 9-10 ... maybe more

Dogs or cats: yes. Both. Cats.

Number of blankets: 2 plus a fuzzy back up if it gets cold

Dream trip: Prague

Dream job: concept artist/ comic artist

Time: 10:52 pm pst

Birthday: solstice

Favorite band: Beatles, Ween, Glass Animals +many more

Favorite solo artists: Kesha, Regina spektor + many moreee

Song stuck in my head: love lock down by Glass Animals

Last movie I watched: thor ragnorok. .. highly recommend

Last show I watched: letterkenney

When I created my blog: Uhhhhhhh HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH like four years ago? When I met @invadergar

What do I post/blog: art(written /drawn/photo/music included in this description of art), things I find interesting, things I find funny

Last thing I googled: "yellow fashion tumblr" it was a reference for some fanart ;^;

Other blogs: @vincentmango-gh my art blog

Do I get asks: lol no

Why I chose my url: I'M A SLUT FOR PUNS LET ME LIVE

Following: 187 gotta prune cause most are from years ago that don't post anymore

Followers: 403 wooo : P

Favorite instrument: acoustic guitar, violin, cello

What I am wearing: green summer camp tshirt, fuzzy checkered pants from @silissa who apparently buys all my comfy pants??? Grey sweater, and red fuzzy socks

Favorite food: Hash!! (As in Turkey dinner left overs mixed together thrown into a pan and fried)

Nationality: Canadian !

Favorite song: while my guitar gently weeps(George my live and also Regina spektors cover). We are the ones by the coup and some other I can't think of.

Last book read: Buffering by Hannah Hart

Top 3 fictional universe I want to be apart of: Uhm Animal crossing (life is just a good time.. free tree furniture) , pokemon, companions quartet and golden compass (I want an animal companion ok)

Guess I gotta tag people ? @silissa @epikins-blog @invadergar @literally anyone who wants to do this <3

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bottsbotts · 7 years

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10 questions tag Thanks for taggin me for these!! I’ve been v lazy but you guys asked such interesting questions!! rules: always post the rules, answer the questions given to you, then write 10 questions of your own, and tag some friends! my questions: tagging: @dreambot @simmingswimmingly @budgie2budgie @ichosim @plushfish @tofusaucee @mlyssimblr @lovearound5am @tinwhistletoo @floppant @spellburstss4

1. What movie have you watched at least 5 times? 2. What was the last dream you had and remember? 3. What’s something about the world/life/living that you find yourself thinking about often and can never find a satisfying answer to? 4. stolen from chuck klosterman: You have won a prize. The prize has two options, and you can choose either (but not both). The first option is a year in Europe (or if you live in Europe, replace with some dream destination) with a monthly stipend of $2,000. The second option is ten minutes on the moon. Which option do you select? 5. What is your favorite story/anecdote to tell to people? 6. How would you react if tomorrow, you woke up and were 10 years into the future ? in the past? 7. Have you ever cried in public? When/why/where? 8. What fictional character (tv/book/movie/etc) do you wish you could be (or at least be bffs with)? 9. If you could go back in time and redo one thing, knowing that it would FOR SURE change your future, would you do it? if so, what would you change? 10. What is your definition of a perfect day?

@oakglow‘s questions

If you had to work as part of the camera crew for a reality TV show, which program would you want to work on? rupaul’s drag race for sure

Who inspires you? ahhh sooooo many people!!! I’ll just say David Bowie because I wanna be him every day of my life.

What’s something you always wanted to try, but were too scared? anything that involves heights. Like skydiving sounds amazing in theory but I would seriously have a heart attack and die in the sky. Not a bad way to go though.

What are your hobbies/interests outside of The Sims? I’m going through a thing where I just wanna escape reality all the time, so just being consumed by video games, movies, tv, books, comics, drawing, driving around aimlessly listening to music with the windows down, photography, obsessing over things

What is your special/bizarre talent? I feel like I can sing in a good old timey 50s lady voice but I can only access that when I’m alone so no one else will ever be able to judge.

What’s your favorite cocktail (or any drink if you’re underage)? moscow mule!! the ginger-ier the better

When you feel down, what cheers you up? my dog!! or just lookin at other people’s dogs

What’s your least favorite commercial, and why? hmmm I know there was one that made me wanna smash the tv but I think I’ve blocked it from my memory

Has anyone tricked you/made you believe something ridiculous or untrue? I can be pretty gullible so I’m sure it’s happened but I can’t recall anything in particular!

Where is the worst smelling place you’ve been? our shed has some kind of dead animal under it and it’s pretty bad every time I have to go in there. @nervous---subject‘s questions 1. If an apocalypse hit, formulate a plan, go! You got a minute, ‘cause they’re coming for you. yeah I’d be one of the first to die in an apocalypse 2. Pick up the nearest book, turn to page 27, line 13, and you know, copy the line down. “the noises must become music.” 3. Would you rather be blind or deaf? [At this point in your life.] I honestly will never be able to answer this question. I can’t live without music but as a photographer and very visual person I can’t live without my sight. I think I’d just wanna die if either happened. 4. What is your greatest fear? losing people i love 5. Do you think you could give up the Sims if you absolutely had to? yea, no prob, I get bored of it and don’t play for years. I think this is the longest stretch I’ve ever played and I think it’s because of tumblr 6. Do you believe in soulmates? I believe in having multiple soulmates, sure, and not all in a romantic sense 7. Favorite simblr story/legacy currently? Ahhh uhm like FAVORITE favorite?? I don’t know!! too many!! I can’t pick one. 8. If there’s anything you can instantly be an expert on or in, what would it be? all instruments. or at least guitar. or bass. or piano. 9. If there anyone you trust with your life? Like literally, your life. my sister 10. What’s the longest you’ve played Sims in one sitting. [Any of the sims games]? oh man like 10 hours maybe?? but I always take breaks because I’m deathly afraid of getting a blood clot ;_; @wanderlustonline‘s questions 1. What was the last photo you took? too lazy to post it here but I was at a dog park and someone pasted a “know your nazi” flyer on the park rules sign and it made me really sad and scared for the world right now 2. Where are some unusual places you’ve been? I just drove up to oregon and we passed through this incredible burned down forest that was sad but also other wordly. And we stayed at a shaman’s house in weed, ca for a night. one of the people also staying there was named Wolf and he was traveling up north to bless someone’s weed crop. I also can’t stop talking about it but even though watching the total eclipse was not a ‘place,’ it was one of the most unusual and fascinating things i’ve ever experienced 3. What’s the spiciest thing you’ve ever eaten? I went to an indian restaurant once that made the dish WAY TOO SPICY i was cryin. but there was this one period of my life where I could eat like an entire jalapeno and be fine. i miss those days 4. What is your Zodiac sign? Leo ! nardo dicaprio 5. What’s your “Back in my day, we…”? had to wait for people to get off the phone to use the internet 6. If you built a themed hotel, what would the theme be and what would the rooms look like? omggg that sounds so fun. I’d definitely just copy Wes Anderson and make a 60s/70s inspired hotel and there’d be no new technology whatsoever, like you’d get a newspaper and smokes delivered to you in the morning and there’d be rotary phones and a well dressed elevator operator and really nice art on the walls and like pastel colors omg i wanna watch grand budapest hotel now 7. What’s the grossest food that you just can’t get enough of? some people think mayonnaise is really gross, and if you think about it, it kinda IS, but it’s also the BEST 8. What’s the best lesson you’ve learned from a work of fiction? wowoowww these questions makin me think. Ummm .. so does a movie count? because i learned everything about life from harold and maude. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BhfYUh8QLO4 9. What’s your secret talent? ^^ oakglow also asked this and i wrote: I feel like I can sing in a good old timey 50s lady voice but I can only access that when I’m alone so no one else will ever be able to judge. I got nothin else. 10. What word do you always mispronounce? Rural... who made this word @ohkai-sims questions what’s your favorite ts4 game pack? HMM I think City Living, I only wish we could edit the apartments or make our own who is your favorite sim of all time? of all time?? wowz. Um... well, Ezra is my favorite sim that I’ve made. But other people’s??? Can’t choose!!! I will say I miss Arthur Woods a ton, rip if you could add anything to the sims, what would it be? create a world! and seasons. what’s your favorite thing about the sims? it lets me be creative in tons of ways if you got stuck on a deserted island, what would be the one thing that you could have? oooof I suppose if I couldn’t bring the obvious things like a yacht to leave on I’d just bring a nice double king sized bed with tons of furry blankets so at least I’d be comfy and be able to do my favorite thing which is sleep if you could have any super power, what would it be? bring people and animals back from the dead with no negative consequences whatsoever and we’d all be immortal what t.v. show are you watching/streaming right now? i’ve been rewatching my so called life lol what song are you listening to right now/recently listened to? cat stevens- if you want to sing out what’s your dream job? world traveler/photographer/director/writer/musician what’s your dream pet? I already have my dream pet, my precious dog

#10 questions tag #sorry so much text #i dont blame u for not reading any of it #but i really wanna read your replies to my questions ^_^

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