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Clemelemelem
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reblog if your name isn't Amanda.
2,121,566 people are not Amanda and counting!
We’ll find you Amanda.
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I've decided that when a new character debuts in Welcome to Nowhere, I'll post a moodboard for them! Emerson just appeared in the most recent chapter I've posted, so here is his moodboard.
#emerson my babygirl#i will never stop my unhealthy obsession with this slug#this is forever there is no escape#welcome to nowhere
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Why are you in love with the little slug fellow?
he is perfect in every way. why are you not in love with him
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so sad, i will not be posting my crackfic (which no one reads lmao) anymore
I remembered digital footprint exists
(also i haven't updated it since march oops)
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Montana University Romance: Coming Home
The next day, it was time to go home, and Emerson was my ride. I had called my family and Charlotte had come to visit me. I made sure she and Emerson were never in the same room. Now, I was in the car with Emerson, headed back to my dorm. I sat on the passenger seat next to him as he drove.
“Are you sure you’re gonna be okay?” he asked me. “I’m worried about you, being around all those crazy roommates while you’re recovering.”
“It’ll be fine,” I assured him. “My door locks.”
“I’m glad it all turned out okay,” Emerson said. “I know I’ve been saying that a lot, but it’s true. It’s a relief.”
“Doctor Malpractice should be fired,” I complained. “I nearly died.”
“You did die,” he reminded me. “Twice.”
“Exactly. She’s terrible at her job.”
“Well, she’s the best doctor in Montana. She’s also the best hair stylist and tattoo artist. She does piercings, too.”
“So she works with all the things she can ruin permanently?”
“She wants to watch the world burn.”
Just then, Emerson pulled into the parking lot. He got out of the car and opened up the door next to me. He took my hand in his slimy flipper and helped me out of the car. Once I was on my feet, he wrapped his soft arm around my shoulder and helped me walk up the stairs to my dorm. He opened the door and walked with me to the couch, where I lay down. As I pulled a blanket around myself, he asked me, “Do you want some ice cream?”
“We don’t have any. It’s been replaced by butter. Everything has been replaced by the butter now.” It was getting scary. Nothing was safe.
“Um… would you like some butter then?” Emerson asked.
“...Sure, why not.”
He brought me a bowl of butter that had been softened in the microwave with a spoon sticking out of it. It was a plastic spoon, one of the thousands I had stolen (well, made my friends steal) from my middle school many years before. They made up most of my wealth, and I had a seemingly endless supply of them. I took the spoon out of its clear, wasteful plastic wrapping and ate a bite of butter. “Delicious. Tastes like diabetes.”
“...Do you want me to bring more food over?” Emerson asked, concerned.
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Montana University Romance: I Died Twice But It Was All Okay Except For The Earrings In My Lungs
I woke up in a hospital bed. I looked around. The room was clean and white and empty except for two figures who slowly came into focus. One was Doctor Malpractice and the other was Emerson.
“She’s awake!” Emerson cried. He rushed to my side. “I’m so glad you made it! For a minute there- it happened twice actually- it really looked like we had lost you!”
“W-WHAT?!” I gasped. “I thought the surgery was safe!”
“Not when I do it,” Doctor Malpractice said pridefully. “Doctor Malpractice remains true to her name.”
“You died twice on the operating table,” Emerson informed me. “The second time really looked like it might be it. We had to call The One and True Emma Turtle in here to perform a miracle. I’m so glad it worked.”
“Does- does my heart still have a mouth?” I asked.
“It does not,” Emerson said. “That was the one part of the surgery that did not go wrong.”
“I think I left my earrings in your lungs,” Doctor Malpractice realized. “Shit. Well, just give them back to me when you cough them up. Until then you’ll have fashionable lungs.”
This worried me, but I tried to ignore it. “Thank you so much for being here,” I said to Emerson. “It means a lot that you care so much.”
“Of course,” Emerson said. “You’re my best friend. I’d do anything for you.”
I reached up and gave him a big hug. To my relief, my heart did not smile. It just kept beating like a normal heart.
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Montana University Romance: The ER
“Oh my god, I came as soon as I heard!” Emerson cried as he ran into the ER. “What happened? Are you okay?”
“My heart grew a mouth! It has teeth! It’s terrifying!” I cried. “They’re gonna do surgery on me to fix it!”
“Are you gonna be okay?” he asked worriedly.
“Yeah,” I replied. “It’s not uncommon for people to get mouths on their hearts, apparently. The surgery is really safe. I’m still scared, though.”
“Are you still able to be in the movie?”
“Just barely,” I replied. “Shooting starts in a month and the recovery for this takes three weeks.”
Just then, my doctor, Doctor Malpractice, entered the room. “We got the operating table ready. C’mon, let’s see some guts.”
I followed her out of the emergency room. “I’ll be waiting for you!” Emerson cried. “I’ll take care of you as long as you need it!”
“Thank you so much,” I replied. “You have no idea just how much this means.”
Just then my heart smiled again. I collapsed to the floor in agony.
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Seven Specifics:
thanks for the tag @justafrogandherumbrella
Relationship status: single
Favorite color(s): I don't really have one but I like yellow, purple and green a lot
Song in my head: Lavender by Penelope Scott
Last song I listened to: Little Bit by Lykke Li
Last thing I Googled: "the onceler"
Favorite food(s): cake
Dream trip: I would really like to go to Italy. I'm actually going there this summer!!
again. i don't have anyone to tag because i don't know anyone :(
Seven Specifics:
Thanks for the tag, @unmondefou
Relationship status: Single
Favorite color(s): dark purple and seafood green
Song in my head: Pelicans We, by Cosmo Sheldrake
Last song I listened to: Spitting off the Edge of the World, by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs
Last thing I Googled: "What types of trees are commonly found in mires?"
Favorite food(s): Any kind of frozen dessert. Ice cream, gelato, milkshakes, you name it.
Dream trip: I'd really like to go around looking at all the old castles in Europe!
I'm tagging: @lexiklecksi @clemelemelem @deviantzz and @thiscatwrites
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Montana University Romance: Audition
(fun fact: tales of the elements was an actual book that my friends and i (who actually called ourselves the people of the storm) wrote in elementary school. the lines here are actual excerpts from the book. it's really bad. enjoy.)
I waited in line outside the classroom that Clemcat had directed me to. The People of the Storm were making a movie called “Tales of the Elements” (based on their novel of the same name) and having been in the ensemble of one play in high school, Clemcat thought I was perfect for the lead. I doubted I would get it, but I also wasn’t sure what their quality standards were. So I decided to give it a try.
Emerson hadn’t been able to do it because they were at the gym. I couldn’t help but imagine it. He may not have been the most muscular, but he sure was strong-willed. I planned to call him afterwards and tell him if I got the part.
My turn eventually came and I entered the classroom. There was a greenscreen setup with a camera and that was it. A few members of the People of the Storm sat by it, including Clemcat, who became very excited upon seeing me. “Clem! Hi!” she cried and skipped up to me. “I’m so glad you could come. Here’s your script. Go crazy!” She handed me a stapled-together stack of papers, each with a small excerpt from the movie for each character. I reviewed it. I could audition for Adrian (the protagonist), Iridessa (the evil seductress), Elasaid (Adrian’s younger sister), the evil fairy queen, or one of many assorted smaller parts. I decided to go for Iridessa. I read my part a few times before stepping in front of the camera. “Ready,” I said.
“Whooo! Go Clem!” Clemcat cried as another “alpha member” began to record me. I read my part and acted as best as I could. “I’ve come to make a deal with you,” I read. “I will free you, but on one condition.”
“I will most likely accept,” Clemcat read Adrian’s part from off camera.
“I will only free you if you help me kill my mother,” I replied, as menacing as I could.
“If you show me the way back home, I will help you,” said Clemcat. “How long have I been here?”
The audition continued until the part was over. I left thinking I had done alright and joined the other hopefuls outside the classroom. The People of the Storm had planned to announce the parts shortly after the auditions were over. Seriously, like, ten minutes later. Only a few people remained to try out, so I only had to wait for half an hour or so before they called us all inside the class.
I stood by the door as the people around me whispered excitedly, anticipating the results. The room quieted as Clemcat held up a piece of paper with the final decision written on it. “Thank you so much for trying out,” she said. “You all did great. Unfortunately, we don’t have a part for everyone. For those of you who didn’t get in, thank you anyway. We feel we have chosen the best possible people for the roles. Without further ado- let’s read the cast list!”
I pushed as close to her as I could get so as to hear if I got a role. “The role of Adrian has gone to… Dex!” I knew Dex. He was a classmate of mine. I had never spoken to him, but I knew him because he was a light anarchist with an irrational fear of boiling water. “The role of Iridessa has gone to… Karaya!” I knew Karaya, too. She thought she was some sort of cat superhero. “The role of Elasaid has gone to… Clemelemelem!”
I gasped. I had gotten a pretty big part! I was so excited to play Elasaid! I listened to the rest of the cast list, but immediately after I collected my script and left I called Emerson. As always, they picked up immediately. “Emerson!” I squealed. “I got a part! I’m Elasaid!”
“No way! That’s so exciting!” he replied, just as overjoyed as me. “Who was Elasaid, again?”
“Adrian’s sister. The poorly written one,” I explained.
“Oh, right. Her. I’m so happy for you! I know you’re gonna do great!”
“Aw, thank you! It’s coming out next spring and I can’t wait for you to see it!”
“You bet I’ll be there,” he said, and I could feel my heart smile. Seriously. My heart had grown a mouth. I passed out and woke up in an ambulance.
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Montana University Romance: Realization
(a/n: sorry this is a day late again my bones were stolen but i got them all back now and everything's okay)
It was November now, and very much so. All the leaves were gone from the trees and temperatures regularly dipped below freezing. Mrs. Kloosterman had still not taught us any British at all, but her class was my favorite anyway. Not for her, and not for the subject, but for a very certain classmate- Emerson.
That day was the first day I really realized it. I had been spending more time with Emerson lately, seeking them out after class and inviting them to my place. He and Charlotte were still on terrible terms, but I was once again getting along with both of them. I just needed to avoid having them in one place.
His flesh may have been cold and wet, but I found I was always the warmest around him. It took me a while to notice, but that day, in Beginning British, it occurred to me: I loved him.
“Hey…” I whispered to him as Mrs. Kloosterman ranted about Finnish spies. “Can you help me with this?” I gestured to the worksheet she had given us.
“Number three?”
“Yeah. I don’t get it.”
“You don’t know what ‘bloody’ means?”
I had not realized what question I was talking about. “Actually, I do know, thanks.”
He chucked. “Then why did you ask?”
“I don’t know,” I said. But I did. More than anything, I wanted to be closer to him.
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Montana University Romance: Drama
As I invited Emerson inside, Charlotte immediately noticed them. From across the room, I could see her face fall. She had thought there would be no slugs here. She must have thought being on good terms with her meant I had stopped being friends with him. I smiled at her, and she glared back at me before pushing through the crowd of guests to speak to me. “Clem!” she hissed. “Why is that slug here again?!”
“They’re my friend,” I said as calmly as I could. “I don’t see what’s the problem with that.”
“The problem is that they’re a slug! I have told you more than once that slugs are no good. I’m just trying to help. Why won’t you listen?”
“Because I like him a lot,” I tried to explain. “He’s one of my best friends. I can’t just stop liking them because they’re a slug.”
“Maybe you never should have liked him in the first place. You should have listened the first time. You know better. Please, kick that thing out-”
“Do you want me to lose my shit again?” I snapped. “Because I will. I’ll kick you out, this time, if you keep being a bitch to Emerson.”
“I’m not being a bitch, I’m trying to help-”
“Well, you’re not helping!” I turned to Emerson, who was watching all this play out. “I am so sorry,” I apologized. “I don’t know what her problem is.”
“My problem? MY PROBLEM?!” Charlotte hollered all of a sudden. I took a step back in surprise. “I am not the one with a problem! You’re the one who associates with slugs! You’re the one who won’t listen to good fucking advice! You’re the one who’s being a total bitch to her friend! And I’m the one with a problem? Just for trying to help?”
By that time, the party had once again stopped and everyone was staring at Charlotte and I. It had happened again. I remained silent, waiting for what would happen next. But nothing happened. “Excuse me,” Charlotte announced, and headed for the door. A moment after she left, the party returned. I knew people were talking about her. And me. And Emerson. But after a while, the drama lost its appeal and people moved on. I was able to get over the terrible feeling in my chest and have fun with Emerson all night long.
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Montana University Romance: Halloween
My roommates and I were hosting a party on Halloween night. Having been there longer, they invited more people than I did. I only invited Charlotte and Emerson. I hoped that they would get along and Charlotte would stop being such an ass about it. Down South Rodeo Clem didn’t quite approve of him either- she often spread conspiracy theories about slugs on her show- but she had allowed me to invite him. “He may be a slug, but at least he’s a good-lookin’ slug,” she told me when she learned of my plans. For some reason, I got jealous hearing that, but I didn’t yet know why.
The guests started arriving at my party. The first people to show up were Clemcat’s friends, the “people of the storm”. Clemcat immediately marched up to Fifi- who was at least three times her size- and slapped him. “I hate you,” she growled at him. I had never seen her this mean.
The next person to show up was none other than Charlotte. We greeted each other happily and it was like nothing had ever happened at all. She didn’t ask me about Emerson, much to my relief. Down South Rodeo Clem’s cohosts on her show arrived and started to pick fights with people. The One and True Emma Turtle’s cult showed up, all dressed the same and eerily silent, then went to her room to perform what I think was a human sacrifice, but I decided not to think about it much. Finally, the doorbell rang and I went to answer it. I opened it and saw him. Emerson. His sweater was cozier than usual and his ooze glistened in the moonlight. He was… gorgeous. I smiled at him. “Glad you could make it,” I said, quietly, so as not to ruin the moment.
“So am I.” We stood there for a moment, enjoying the silence of the cold outdoors. I think it was that moment where things changed between us. Standing there, admiring each other, needing no conversation, only each other’s company. But the moment was shattered when Down South Rodeo Clem pushed past me. “Hey, Emerson! So nice to see ya! Nice sweater. Ya may be a slug, but ya sure are a real man!”
“Um, hello,” he said quietly. “It’s… so nice to see you.”
“And it’s nice to look at YOU!” she replied. I was overcome with the urge to punch her, but I didn’t know why. I didn’t care to think about why. I just wanted her to leave Emerson alone.
“How about you leave,” I snapped. “Go spread a conspiracy theory or something.”
She stared at me for a minute. “Excuse me?”
“Please, go do something else.”
“What, ya like him or something?” she asked.
“Please,” I repeated, “go do something else.” And with that she left.
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santa claus is coming to town
so when i was in 6th grade, i wrote a christmas play called "santa claus is coming to town". it was supposed to be a comedy of some sort, but it was completely unhinged right from the start. it was a musical mostly made up of billie eilish music, christmas carols with the lyrics changed, and "confident" by demi lovato like 6 times. the premise of it was a dystopian future society in which santa claus was some sort of god/king/tyrant whatever. its protagonists were four siblings named little jane, little joe, little ann, and little partario. the "little" was an important part of their names. don't forget that. also little partario was some sort of eldritch squid thing for some reason.
anyway these children's cow gets sick and they need to go to the north pole to either beg santa to heal the cow or beg him for a new cow, it's pretty vague on which one. so their parents (who are named farmer ed and farmer's wife edna) just let them go. the oldest of them is 12, and they let these children go alone to the north pole. quality parenting. anyway they make it to the north pole in like a day, which is insane considering they canonically lived on a farm in iowa. they meet santa claus and mrs claus which seems pretty normal and then. i decided to give little jane a love interest.
his name was little john and he was santa's grea-great-whatever grandson and he was supposed to be super beautiful. he also had a brother named little jack, who was supposed to be ugly, and just thrown into the story for no reason. (but he does become relevant later on. just keep reading.) anyway little jane and little john fall in love with each other at first sight, but i decided i wanted it to be a slow burn so i waited about one (1) scene before giving them a dramatic scene where they confessed their love. but i made the burn only slightly slower by making it a confession of platonic love. then santa claus goes to war with the penguin lord, his enemy that has never been mentioned before. not even once. and all the children (save for little partario because he's not important. and little ann, sort of, because she is a battlefield nurse) have to go to war. my 12 year old ass really thought child soldiers was peak comedy.
anyway little jane and little john are flying a warplane and have a dramatic love confession scene to the song "i love you" by billie eilish and then the plane crashed and everyone died. except little jane. she was attacked by like 50 penguins and killed them all. reminder, SHE WAS 12. WHY WAS SHE SO STRONG.
they have a funeral for little john and little ann has a prophetic vision that penguins are attacking the palace. so everyone fights the penguins off and we meet the penguin lord for the first time. plot twist, he's santa's evil twin. about five seconds after he is first introduced, mrs claus kills him, and that's that. the war is over, and santa claus has one.
but it's not over yet!
mrs. claus decides she wants to be the queen/god/tyrant whatever and overthrows santa! while singing "confident" by demi lovato! because of course she is! everyone immediately converts to her religion, then because i got bored, to a new religion worshipping a roly poly. only little ann doesn't want to worship mrs. claus or the roly poly. she still wants to worship santa. so she runs away and becomes the main villain. if you read too much into it, you could interpret it as an anti-catholic allegory for the reformation, but in truth, it is just a dumb story i wrote when i was 12.
anyway, little joe and little jack get married. right out of the blue, with no foreshadowing or anything. they just got married. remember: they are 10. THEY ARE 10. WHY DID I WRITE THIS. WHY. then little jane sings the song "titanium" for no reason except i wanted more music. she should have sang "confident" by demi lovato. also, they cannibalize little partario as wedding food. so yeah, child marriage and cannibalism in the same scene. 6th grade me was not okay.
then a new evil penguin named snowflake decides to start a penguin uprising against the crown. and little ann decides to do the same, but with humans. then, out of nowhere, little jane decides she wants to be queen and has a singing battle with mrs claus to determine which of them should be queen. little jane wins, and now she's the queen of the world. yay. i guess.
flash forward 10 years. little jane is still the queen of the world, but she sucks at her job. humans and penguins are still fighting for independence. so everyone hates little jane. great job, little jane. (to make it worse, she even says she's doing a great job.) anyway, she gets overthrown in an elven coup, and flees the palace with little joe and little jack. they are 20 years old and have been married for half their lives. this keeps me awake at night.
they find little ann and she confesses she's a psychic. she sings some billie eilish while being edgy. then she reads little joe's mind and discovers that he cannibalized little partario. she decides she's going to get her revenge on him by sacrificing him to santa. (so far this story contains: world war, a cult, child soldiers, cannibalism, child marriage, and human sacrifice. wonder how many more fucked up things are in this story.)
anyway she sacrifices little jack during a dramatic scene where he sacrifices his life to save little joe. he escapes with little jane, and they find mrs claus just vibing in a bush for some reason. then they are magically transported to a cozy cottage where they bring santa claus back, forgive him, decide to live a quiet life, and are immediately found by little ann and her army. they kill little joe and little jane decides to fight little ann for the crown. 12 year old me had an excellent understanding of how monarchy works. obviously.
anyway little jane fights little ann and kills her, once again becoming queen, and that's where the play ends. it's not where it was supposed to end, because i never finished it. in all it was 3 acts and 56 google doc pages long. i'm sorry i brought this monstrosity into existence, very sorry i let other people know that it exists, and even more sorry that i'm probably going to be making more santa claus is coming to town content because i think it's hilarious.
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Montana University Romance: Apology
(a/n: sorry it's late again i was decapitated but i'm ok)
Crunch. I looked down. The leaves were covering the ground now, and temperatures had gone down. Emerson was happy about that. I walked faster now, enjoying the satisfying crunch of leaves beneath my feet. I headed towards Beginning British, dreading seeing Mrs. Kloosterman (we still had not learned any British) but looking forward to seeing Emerson. Crunch, crunch, crunch. I heard another set of footsteps hurrying behind me and turned around, expecting my new, sluggy best friend, but instead I saw my regular, human old best friend. “Charlotte?”
“Hey, Clem.” She slowed down, now walking right next to me. “I wanted to apologize for what happened two weeks ago. I shouldn’t have gotten so pissed like that. It was uncalled for.”
“I-” I stuttered, “I don’t really know what to make of this. You were a huge asshole to my friend.”
“That doesn’t matter. What does matter is that I was a terrible friend to you. I’m sorry about that.”
“No worries…” I muttered quietly and walked away. I didn’t want to be mad at Charlotte. She had been my best friend since elementary school, and I didn’t want things to change. I didn’t want to choose Emerson over her, as much as I liked him. I could fix things, I thought to myself as I headed to class. Everything would be okay. I could be friends with them both.
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announcement
from now on i'll be posting on wednesdays as well as saturdays. i feel like by only posting once a week i'm depriving the world of my beautiful love story. also i'm gonna post a tumblr fake story at some point so look out for that.
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Montana University Romance: Charlotte Can't Be A Bitch If She's Not Here
We arrived at my dorm. It was dark and silent, my roommates still being crazy at Charlotte’s party. I turned on the lights. “Sorry about the mess. It’s mostly not my fault.”
He chuckled. “It’s not that bad.” He sat down on our raggedy couch and I went to the fridge. “Would you like something to drink?” I asked. “We’ve got… actually, all we have is a shitload of butter. Would you like some water? Or… butter?”
“Water, please. Where did you get all the butter?”
“Clemcat used to eat butter noodles, but she has stopped eating the noodle part and now just eats whole sticks of butter. It’s honestly scary.”
“Your roommates are crazy.”
“Tell me about it!” I filled a glass with water and bought it to him. “Here you go.” I sat down next to him on the couch. He sipped his water.
“Thank you,” he said.
“You’re very welcome. It’s not warm, is it?” I replied.
“Only a little. I don’t mind.” He gave me that slug-smile I was starting to really like. Then he noticed a DVD I had by the TV. “Hey, is that-”
“Goat Story?” I finished.
“Yeah, Goat Story! That’s my favorite movie!” he exclaimed. “It’s just so bizarre!”
“Wanna watch it?” I asked.
“Oh, yes, absolutely,” he said. “If you want, that is.”
“I’m always up for Goat Story,” I agreed. “Do you mind setting it up? I’ll make popcorn.”
He put the DVD in the DVD player and I put a bag of popcorn in the microwave. In a minute it was done, and by the time I returned the movie was already playing its first scenes. I sat down next to Emerson, and offered him the popcorn. “Want some?”
“...That might be a little salty.”
“Oh, sorry!” I cried. “I completely forgot. I’ll go get you something else. What would you like?”
“Do you have anything other than butter?”
“We have… ice cream? I think that’s it. Butter, ice cream, and popcorn. I’m sorry, we’re not very good at shopping.”
“Ice cream sounds perfect, actually. Thank you.”
I got him a bowl of strawberry ice cream and returned to the movie. We sat and watched the entire thing, Emerson eating ice cream and myself eating popcorn. Slowly we moved closer to each other as the film played, and by the end my head was resting on his slimy shoulder. After an hour and a half, the movie came to a close, and I stood to take the DVD out of the player. By that time it was nearly midnight, and Emerson said goodbye to me. He left, and I couldn’t wait to see him next.
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Thanks for the tag, @justafrogandherumbrella
I don't have anyone to tag because I don't know anyone unfortunately :(
Are you named after anyone? I don't know where my first name comes from, but my middle names are from my great-great-aunt and aunt respectively
When was the last time you cried? I don't cry a lot, it was probably about a year ago?
Do you have kids? No
Do you use sarcasm a lot? Yeah, but mostly with people I know well
What's the first thing you notice about people? How they talk, what tone of voice they use, if they're loud or quiet, nice or mean, etc
What's your eye color? Blue
Scary movies or happy endings? I love scary movies!!
Any special talents? I don't really have any special talents, but I'm okay at writing
Where were you born? I was born in Chicago, but I don't live there anymore
What are your hobbies? I like writing, drawing, listening to music, collecting cute jewelry, and reading
Do you have any pets? Yes I do! I have two cats and a dog.
What sports do you play/have you played? I don't play any sports right now, but I used to run cross country. I wasn't very good at it lmao
How tall are you? 4'10. I'm short lol
Favorite subject in school? Literature through films and history
Dream job? My dream is to be a published author
15 Questions, 15 Mutuals
Thank you for the tag @smzeszikorova !!
Tagging (with no pressure): @regalserpent , @blind-the-winds , @clairelsonao3 , @rexxles , @isahome , @guessillcallitart , @teastained-paragraphs , @worldstogetlostin , @rydykg , @sergeantnarwhalwrites , @shayskythorncreates , @aether-wasteland-s , @k--havok , @aloeverawrites , @justafrogandherumbrella
Are you named after anyone? Yep! My first name is a combination of two family members and my middle name is after my maternal grandmother.
When was the last time you cried? I very rarely cry lol, so maybe like a year ago?
Do you have kids? Never
Do you use sarcasm a lot? Online yes, but in person not often
What’s the first thing you notice about people? If they're considerate of others. I'm analyzing the way they talk to people around them, their body language, and if they're making an effort to be nice.
What’s your eye color? Hazel
Scary movies or happy endings? scary scary scary
Any special talents? I can make any conversation incredibly awkward in a matter of seconds.
Where were you born? Born and adopted from Charleston, SC
What are your hobbies? Writing mostly. I play the ukulele and paint occasionally
Do you have any pets? I have a dog, two cats, and raise chickens and quail
What sports do you play/have you played? I've done gymnastics, softball, basketball, and track.
How tall are you? 5ft 5in
Favorite subject in school? Any creative writing class
Dream job? Author lmao, but also a manuscript editor would be cool too
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