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jugandbettsdetectiveagency · 7 years

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Halloween-y prompt: ouija board as a party game (maybe at Thornhill since Cheryl loves party games). Weird things start to happen and people freak. Of course there is an investigation.

@theladylabyrinth: I’d love one of jug talking Betty into exploring an abandoned asylum and her being terrified when they encounter some strange spirits/noises and him having to protect and comfort her.

Soooo, this turned out way fluffier than it probably should have given these prompts, which I decided to combine. I digressed a little, sorry!

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“Why are we doing this again?” Betty asked with a hint ofexasperation, trying not to let her nerves show.

The towering remains of the old Riverdale Asylum loomedbefore them, covered in decades of piled up filth and crumbling brick. Bettycouldn’t help but see a day that had long since settled into the back of hermind, slightly faded around the edges but still ever-present – standing infront of The Sisters of Quiet Mercy, with its lifeless windows and imposingstatues, waiting to see what had become of her sister.

But now, just like then, she could feel the warm, solidpresence of Jughead Jones by her side. Except this time it’s ‘post windowclimbing’, and she could slip her hand into his and soak up the reassuring warmthradiating directly from his palm.

“Because, B, when Cheryl Blossom throws a party and deigns to extend you an invitation, yougo,” Veronica chirped with a teasing smile planted firmly across her lips.

“She already lives in her very own Transylvanian castle, Idon’t understand why she had to drag us all the way out here,” Jugheadgrumbled, flexing his fingers around Betty’s while he lifted a scepticaleyebrow at the dilapidated building. Veronica shot him a withering look.

“Oh, please. Like the fact that you’re currently rocking the DickAvery look means absolutely nothing,” she quipped, shooting a pointed stare atthe camera hanging from his neck. Jughead’s free hand came up to cradle theitem in a motion he would retrospectively think was ridiculously protective.But, hey, he’d saved up a lot to buy it and Veronica’s eyes looked like they couldwhip it away from him with one quick quirk of her head, wiccan style.

“Didn’t want to waste the opportunity,” he mumbled under hisbreath, averting his eyes and scuffing his boot against the gravel. Betty’sfond giggle tugged at the corner of his mouth and his shoulders dropped withthe soothing feeling of her open palm rubbing up and down his arm lovingly.

“My little photographer,” she cooed gently, lifting up on hertoes to press a soft kiss to his warming cheek. The fact that she had calledhim her anything was always enough tohave the tips of his ears turning pink beneath his hat. He turned his headquickly, stealing an unexpected kiss that had Betty gasping in mockchastisement.

“Come on,” Veronica said a degree louder, securing the armthat Archie had slung around her more firmly across her shoulders. “We shouldget inside before all the good ghosts are taken.” Archie’s eyes widened.

“Babe, were you being serious? Are there really ghosts?Babe!” Jughead shook his head fondly as the sounds of his best friend’spanicked questions – that were remaining resolutely unanswered by Veronica –drifted further and further away.

“I know Veronica was only teasing but I know how you feelabout parties,” Betty said, tugging him to a halt as Jughead tried to followafter their friends, her eyes wide and placating. “We don’t have to go in ifyou don’t want to.”

He couldn’t resist the opportunity to rile her up, hisbeautifully stubborn girlfriend. “Why, Betty, if I didn’t know any better I’dsay you didn’t want to go inside this perfectly gothic asylum. Scared?” hesmirked, seeing the moment the liquid concern in her green eyes solidified.

“Not at all,” she huffed, pulling him towards the entrancenow. Jughead bit his lip against a laugh and let the imposing void of thedarkened doorway swallow them both whole.

It hadn’t taken long for Jughead to want to find somewhere abit quieter to spend some time. His friends had only been able to distract himfor so long before being around a large group of people at varying levels ofdrunkenness began to make him antsy.

“Come on,” Betty murmured smoothly into his ear, emergingfrom the crowd and sliding up beside him, wrapping her hand around the crook ofhis elbow.

“Huh?” Jughead asked lightly, painting an innocent expressionacross his features and consciously making an effort to stop his foot fromtapping hurriedly against the concrete floor. Betty sighed in mockexasperation, pulling him along with her as she began to walk backwards – itdidn’t take much effort on her part, he went willingly.

“I’ve seen you peering aroundpractically every corner and every doorway we’ve passed tonight. I’m surprisedyou lasted this long; you’re itching to explore,” she teased, locking theirfingers together. Jughead hurried his pace until he fell into step beside her,looking down at her profile with the softest eyes.

“You hate creepy places,” Jughead pointed out as they beganto ascend a questionably stable staircase, the slats creaking in protest witheach step they took.

“But I love you,” Betty replied easily without missing abeat. Jughead felt a tingling warmth spread throughout his every extremity, andhe rolled his lower lip between his teeth to try and keep his cheek-splittinggrin somewhat at bay.

“What was that?” Betty squeaked, her shoulders jumping up toher ears as another unidentifiable noise echoed through the room they were in.

“It’s nothing, Betts. Just the wind. Can you look backtowards the window?” Jughead dismissed from behind his camera, trying tocapture the way the midnight moonlight bounced off the smooth planes of Betty’spale face, refracting off the broken glass in front of them. Betty shookherself, clearing her head of ridiculous thoughts while trying to ignore thetiny prickles dancing their way up the back of her neck, and did as she wasasked.

“You know whenever the guy in the movie says it’s just thewind, it’s never just the wind,” Betty retorted dryly, barely moving her lipsas she tilted her head, guided by Jughead’s gentle touch. He brushed his thumbalong her lower lip as he pulled away, delighting in the way her eyes darkenedto a slightly deeper shade of green.

“Don’t worry, baby. If the big, spooky ghosts come for us, I’ll protect you,” Jughead whispereddramatically, one corner of his mouth lifting cheekily, dropping his hold onhis camera to take a step closer.

“I won’t hold my breath,” Betty whispered, trying and failingto hide that she no longer had any breath left – not after the way his lipslooked wrapping around the word ‘baby’, the way he was crowding her against thebattered desk behind them.

One of Jughead’s hands came up to cradle her face as his lipscovered hers, pressing the length of their bodies together with the other handat the small of her back. Betty could feel the pad of his thumb rubbing slowlyback and forth there, grazing the swell of her ass briefly with every swipe. Shelet out a soft whimper as his tongue ran along the seam of her lips, dipping into taste the inside of her mouth, his hip bucking into hers at the noise. Thescrape of the desk across the floor as they forced it backwards got lost in thethudding bass of the party music filtering throughout the building, vibratingup through their bodies and keeping time with their rapidly increasingheartrates.

“It’s also… the couple… making out… that gets killed… earlyon,” Betty spoke against his lips between kisses, trying to calm her heavingchest as Jughead began to roam further south, mouthing at the edge of her jaw,the underside of her chin, the slope of her throat. His amused laugh rumbled inhis chest, fuelling the growing heat beginning between her thighs.

“As much as the fact that you’ve been watching so many horrormovies lately is working as a turn on right now,” he breathed with a pointedpress of his hips into hers. “Talking about our impending death is not,” hefinished, digging his teeth into her lower lip.

“Oh, but I thought it would be your kind of thing,” Bettygiggled, sliding her fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck and pullingjust hard enough to elicit a grunt. He lowered his head back to hers, hisfingers wandering beneath the fabric of her sweater.

“Hey, Bughead! The queen requires your presence,” Kevin’svoice drifted into the room about the raucous. Jughead groaned, dropping hishead to Betty’s shoulder as she continued to run her fingers carefully throughhis dark waves, making him shudder.

“Now?” Jughead shouted back, feeling Betty’s shoulders shakewith quiet laughter. He pinched at her hip, enjoying the squeal that burst fromher lips.

“Now, or on your head be it,” Kevin replied, poking his headaround the doorway. “She’s brought a Ouija board!” he screeched, disappearingas quickly as he arrived. Jughead rolled his eyes.

“Cheryl Blossom andghosts in the same room – I’m not sure anyone should be subjected to that,” hegrumbled, locking his arms around Betty’s waist.

“Don’t worry, baby.I’ll protect you,” Betty mimicked, shrieking as he chased her out of the room.

“Alright, cretins. If anybody so much as slides this glass aninch, even by accident, I will rain hell upon them, got it?” Cheryl told everybodysteadily as they gathered in a circle, each resting a finger on the planchette.

An apprehensive hush fell across the group, and even Jugheadfelt a slight buzzing starting beneath his skin, and not just as a side effectof sitting so close to Kevin who was practically vibrating on his other side.

“Spirits,” Cheryl spoke into the air, closing her eyes so herthick lashes rest daintily on her high cheeks. “Are you with us?” It was as ifeverybody simultaneously stopped breathing as they waited for a reply. Jugheadwas just about to scoff his disbelief in the afterlife when Archie spoke upfrom across the circle.

“Why isn’t anything happening?” he frowned, furrowing hiseyebrows at the little wooden object as if he were trying to move it with hismind.

“Hush, Archiekins,” Cheryl chastised, earning herself an icyglare from Veronica. “Give them time.” They waited some more.

“Look nothing is going to–” Jughead’s sigh was cut off by thesharp slide of wood across wood as the planchette shot over to the word ‘yes’.

“Holy shit!” Reggie yelled, pulling his finger back quickly,replacing it when Cheryl fixed him with an unimpressed stare.

“Did that seriously just happen? Nobody is fucking with us,right?” Moose asked nervously, glancing at everybody in the circle pointedly.There was a murmured denial of any tampering.

“Shut up!” Cheryl demanded, shifting in her seat, lookingever the summoner of the dead with her dark red lips and spider brooch glintingin the low light. “Spirit, can you tell us your name?”

Another beat passed in which Jughead was ready to chalk thewhole thing up to their collective imaginations – even if he knew such a thingwas pretty much impossible, but he wasn’t willing to dismiss the theory thatthey were being slowly pulled under the influence of some age old toxic fumesthat lingered inside the building – when there was movement under their handsonce more.

“C. O. O. P. E. R,” they chanted, spelling out the message.Betty’s blood ran cold as multiple pairs of eyes turned to her all at once.

“Me?” she squeaked, locking eyes with Jughead.

“Betty Cooper,” Cheryl crooned. “Well, if anyone was going tohave any crazy skeletons in their proverbial closet of course it would be yourfamily.”

Betty narrowed her eyes. “Cheryl, our families are related.Technically it’s your crazy, too,” she shot back, preening at Jughead’s chuckleas the smirk dropped quickly from Cheryl’s face.

“Ancestor Cooper, do you have a message for us?” Cheryl bitout in lieu of a reply, straightening her shoulders. The planchette quivered.

“D. E. A. T. H.”

“Well, that’s not good,” Archie piped up, not looking up tosee Jughead’s withering look.

“Who?” Kevin asked eagerly before anyone else could,balancing on the edge of his seat. “Who’s gonna die?!”

“E. V. E. R. Y. O…”

As the group continued to spell out the fatal message,Jughead’s gaze narrowed in on the opposite side of the table, his angerflaring.

Chuck’s composure was cracking, a laugh threatening to breakhis almost-straight face as he unquestionably pushed the planchette across theboard. Jughead bristled, furious that he’d bring Betty into his games, shootingout his foot and delivering one swift kick to Chuck’s shin beneath the table.

“Son of a bitch!” Chuck yelled, pulling his hand back tocradle his injured leg, his retreat coinciding with the stilling of thespelling on the board. “What the hell, Jones?!”

“I believe we’ve found out ghost,” Jughead deadpanned, leaning back in his chair and drapingan arm protectively around Betty’s shoulders. Veronica whacked Chuck’s chest withthe back of her hand.

“Not cool, man,” Reggie breathed, some of the colour finallybeginning to return to his face.

“I can’t believe it was fake,” Kevin pouted, slumping in hisseat while Moose cast him an incredulous look.

“Tut tut, Chuckles,” Cheryl sang, and for the first time thatnight Chuck began to look afraid. “You didn’t play by the rules…” she trailedoff. As much as his curiosity was piqued, Jughead didn’t stuck around to hearwhat kind of repercussions Chuck was going to have to face at the hands ofCheryl Blossom. He pulled Betty up with him.

“Looks like I came to your rescue after all,” Jughead murmuredinto her ear as he tucked her close against his side. Betty shoved at hischest, quickly pulling him back to her after he stumbled.

“Never doubted you, Jones.”

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leaky-ink-ghost · 7 years

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Button Eyes: Chapter One

The Coraline AU belongs to @boodles-art, who is graciously letting me write for it. This is cross posted on Ao3

Max tugs the fabric to close his tent tightly behind him. He adjusts his pull over quaintly and taps the tips of his swampers into place lightly before dragging his feet down the path into the surrounding woods of the camp ground.

When his parents had told him they were sending him away to this god awful summer camp, he’d be lying if he had said that this was what he had expected. The grounds themselves seemed to breath uncomfortably with deep wheezes of tragedy and mystery. Fog swirled around the trunks of the trees that seemed dead against the gray haze of sky and the ground. Even Lake Lilac was still and reflective as a mirror to the haze and deafening silence of it all.

He had heard that some kid had died out here a couple of decades ago. He had fallen down into some canyon or something and died right next to an equally unspecified little pond, and Max had wanted to find said canyon. Whether it was to prove that the kid didn’t really exist, or if he did and Max wanted to be the next to throw himself off the edge, he hadn’t decided yet.

What he did know, was that a set of dowsing rods would do the trick to find water that wasn’t the creepily still lake. There was a dying bush next to the path he was about to take and figured that wood was just as good as any other. Max stuck his hands in and roughly ripped out two sticks, holding one in each hand. The alleged magic of elemental chakras was lost on him, and in his mind held the same position to religion in its fictitious depiction of something to beat man’s fears. He had no real belief that this would work, and also really had no idea what he was doing, but two sticks was better than blindly wandering in the woods for some hint of a stream.

He walked around the activities field, each of the sectioned booths in utter disarray. Despite the rain, an impenetrable layer of dust seems to have settled over the sad excuses for activities.That half pipe was gonna kill someone one of these days and that stage quite literally looked about thirty seconds from collapsing in on itself. Not to mention the other kind of magic camp’s castle looking like it was made out of cardboard. He didn’t care either way. His camp was as mysterious and allusive as happiness in life seemed to be. At least Stupid David with his stupid eyepatch was too concerned with the arrival of the other campers to worry about him.

As he continued to walk deeper into the forest, the rot of the dead trees around him put him further on edge than he would have originally anticipated. It was the forest for fuck’s sake- shouldn’t there at least be some birds or some wind or something? But, no, Max felt like he was walking through a painting as opposed to real place, like the silence was just as orchestrated as the winding in the worn path in the mud he was taking. Oh look! The sticks were crossed again.

The further he walked, the more overwhelming it all became. The trees ripped through the air like spindly hands as opposed to real things that either once were living or still are, and are simply awaiting their next chance to bloom. Regardless of their position, they creeped him out as he passed the edge of a slope. It wasn’t like he was necessarily scared- moreso he was on edge. He was waiting for something to jump out at him. As if on cue, a rock skipped down the path and hit his shoe from somewhere up the edge of the hill. He payed it nothing more than a passing glance before picking the offending object up and throwing it back into the ridge of boulders he assumed it came from. A trilling growl cut through the silence and Max looked just as unimpressed as he was when the rock fell. If what ever was in the rocks didn’t want to get hit with a rock, it shouldn’t have dropped on near Max.

He went on, being lead by his sticks that were doing absolutely nothing. Maybe he was holding them wrong? No, it wasn’t that. He’s seen people do it on TV all the time. It was probably because none of this mattered or was real regardless of whether he was actually doing it the textbook correct method anyway.

A rustling the the dead grass draws his attention forward. There’s a tree stump in front of him where the path seems to end, and nothing but impenetrable tries all around, but that rustling is circling him and coming to a stop right on the other side of said stump. A cat, that was an odd sea foam green color jumped out of the grass with a vigor to rival David’s. She meowed at him loudly.

“What the hell is a cat doing all the way out here?” Max asked it, reaching his hand out to scratch her chin.

The cat swiped at him with a shrill hiss, but the playful glint in her eye gave away her intentions. Max deemed her no harm and turned his attention back to the sticks in his hand and his quest for dying. He walked back in front of the trail, his back facing the cat and her pedestal, and rose the sticks back in the air.

“Stupid sticks, stupid sticks,” he sighed talking to both no one and the cat who seemed willing to listen, “Show me the stream!”

An ear shattering honk rang out in the silence. Max’s head shot up in the direction of a kid who was quite nearly a whole head taller than him slide down the hill with what looked like an air horn in his hand. The cat forgotten behind Max, seized the opportunity to swipe at Max’s hand again and knocked his sticks to the ground. The kid with the horn, who ever he is, picked them up gingerly with gloved hands and inspected them, jumping onto the stump where the cat once was.

He tilted his head to the side. “Let me guess. You’re from Texas or Utah- some place dried out and barren right? I’ve heard of water witching before, but all that magic stuff is just a load of bullshit, you know? It’s just ideomotor movements. It’s the same thing as ouija boards.”

“I know that, asshole,” Max barked stepping forward and punching the kid in the shin, which causes him to drop Max’s sticks. “And I don’t like being stalked. Not by annoying assholes- or their fucked up, green cats!” He adds once she jumps up to him.

The brown haired boy gives max a quizzical look and glances down at his side. “Oh, Nikki isn’t my cat. She lives out here in the forest,” he explains, and bends down to pet her tenderly. “Of course I do feed her after meals, and sometimes she’ll come to my tent and leave me little dead things.

“Like hell you need to know where I’m from.”

The kid gives his attention back to Max, confused at the outburst.

“And if I’m a water witch, then where’s the cliff that kid fell off of?”

He jumps and lunges off of the stump, Nikki stalks toward Max.

“If you stomp to hard, you’ll fall off of it. It’s not really a cliff more like a hole that was made by a stream that used to run downhill into the lake, but it’s all dried up now. The hole itself is supposed to be so deep that if you fell to the bottom and looked up, you’d see a sky full of stars in the middle of the day.”

Nikki digs at the ground where max was standing and revealed what looked like a wooden platform underneath his feet. He picks up his sticks again.

“How the hell are those two things connected?” Max asks, rolling his eyes.

“I don’t know man, I’m just telling you what I heard.” He turns his back on Max, and stares down at the camp ground below. “I’m surprised they let you come up here. David normally has a tight lock on people going this deep into the forest.”

“What do you mean?”

“He had a friend, or something back when ‘he was a bright young camper, much like ourselves’” he says, impersonating David on the last bit. “I think he died or whatever. Anyway, I’m Neil.”

This kid had a voice to rival nails on a chalkboard. He was naisily and shrill and talked way to much for Max’s taste. And what the fuck is he just carrying an air horn around for?

“What did you get saddled with?”

“I wasn’t saddled with anything,” he groans, “It’s Max.”

“Max?” He asks tossing the name around in his mind. “It’s not very scientific, but I’ve heard that having an ordinary name, like Max, would lead someone to have ordinary expectations about a person.”

Max prepares to go off on this kid for his assumptions when David’s voice calls their names from somewhere down the hill.

Max groans audibly and Neil starts to walk back down the path.

“Well it was great to meet a real ‘water witch,’” he mocks, much to Max’ chagrin. “But I’d wear gloves next time.

“Why?” Max growls

“Because those sticks you’re holding,” he gestures to Max’s hands where he’s tapping the wood between his hands. “They’re Toxicodendron diversilobum.”

“What?”

“Poison oak,” Neil states flatly.

Max drops them immediately and glares at Neil’s back as he takes off back towards the camp.

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surveystodestressme · 7 years

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21.

1. When you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk? usually more milk than cereal

2. Do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a winter day? i love it!!! i can’t wait for that feeling, honestly

3. What random objects do you use to bookmark your books? like receipts, sometimes napkins or toilet paper, or usually whatever is near me when i need a bookmark

4. How do you take your coffee/tea? i have a lil sugar and some milk in my coffee, and a lot of sugar and sometimes honey in my tea

5. Are you self-conscious of your smile? not at all

6. Do you keep plants? i don’t have any plants inside my home. we used to have a tomato plant outside but it never grew back

7. Do you name your plants? -

8. What artistic medium do you use to express your feelings? occasionally i draw and when i do i use permanent marker

9. Do you like singing/humming to yourself? sure, i don’t usually mean to hum but i sing to myself allll the time

10. Do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach? it’s a mixture between my stomach and my side

11. What’s your inner joke you have with your friends? ummm, i have so many it’s hard to think of one right now though.

12. What’s your favourite planet? i think jupiter is incredibly fascinating

13. What’s something that made you smile today? seeing my sister graduate from retraining

14. If you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like? i’d like a really nice apartment. nothing too big or too small. i want a large kitchen though, where there’s enough space for all of my stuff and so me and jack could coook together in a nice space. i want the bathroom to have a tub/shower combo so we can take baths and showers together. i don’t really care how big the bedroom is, but i want a walk in closet bc i have a lot of shit. then i want the living room area to be big enough so we can both have our desks and computers in there, and our 2 couches that we already have.

15. Go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is! “Neutron stars can spin at a rate of 600 rotations per second.”

16. What’s your favourite pasta dish? oh golly. i love pasta salad. i’m very picky on it though

17. What colour do you really want to dye your hair? purple

18. Tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up. omg so one time i made videos on facebook for my friends when i was really young. i made a video about stupid shit like unicorns and sex and my friends tagged me in it every single year to remind me about it until i eventually deleted it and now they found another one of those videos and they still bug me about it allll the time,

19. Do you keep a journal? What do you write/draw in it? yes, but i don’t write in it nearly as much as i used to

20. What’s your favourite eye colour? i don’t have one

21. Talk about your favourite bag, the one that’s been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces. well, my mother got me this really nice tote for christmas either last year or the year before and it is pink and grey striped and it says “punky” on it, which is my nickname. i take it to work with me every day and i just love it to pieces... but it really needs to be washed lol.

22. Are you a morning person? absolutely not

23. What’s your favourite thing to do on lazy days where you have no obligations? i like to lay down and either watch a show or read

24. Is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets? my boyfriend.

25. What’s the weirdest place you’ve ever broken into? i’ve broken into my own house before... actually, a few times

26. What are the shoes you’ve had for forever and wear with every single outfit? i had a pair of moccasins that i wore with EVERYTHING but i just recently got rid of them because they were pretty nasty and worn down

27. What’s your favourite bubblegum flavour? anything fruity

28. Sunrise or sunset? sunset.

29. What’s something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing? i love when jack talks about computer stuff, he loves it to much and it just makes me happy and kind of turns me on sometimes..

30. Think of it: have you ever been truly scared? yeah

31. What is your opinion of socks? Do you like wearing weird socks? Do you sleep with socks? Do you confine yourself to white sock hell? Really, just talk about socks. yeah, i love socks almost as much as i love shoes. i never wear socks to bed because it makes me feel hot. i do have white socks but they’re no show socks so nobody sees them anyways. the weird thing is, i always have to buy new socks because i forget to cut my toenails and then they become talons and they cut through the fabric of my socks and then i have holes in my socks and i have to throw them away... lol. it sucks

32. Tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with your friends. oh god. my friends and i used to party a lot after we graduated high school. i’ve definitely almost lost my virginity at one of those parties. i also kind of threw myself at anyone there. like, by the end of the night i had ended up kissing almost everyone at the party. it was kind of pathetic and i;m very glad that i’m passed that.

33. What’s your favourite pastry? i don’t think i have one

34. Tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. What is it called? What does it look like? Do you still keep it? i never had a stuffed animal as a child. i had a baby blankie that i just recently converted into a pillow case

35. Do you like stationery and pretty pens and so on? Do you use them often? nahh

36. Which band’s sound would fit your mood right now? i dunno, something mellow and relaxing

37. Do you like keeping your room messy or clean? clean

38. Tell us about your pet peeves! i have so many, man. like, i had when i can hear people chewing on their food, when i am trying to sleep i need the room in complete silence and when someone (my cat or if i’m sleeping in the same room as someone else) makes noise it really pisses me off

39. What colour do you wear the most? black.

40. Think of a piece of jewellery you own: what’s its story? Does it have any meaning to you? i don’t wear a lot of jewelry to be honest.

41. What’s the last book you remember really, really loving? i just finished the illuminae books and they were terrific!

42. Do you have a favourite coffee shop? Describe it! i like the broken tree that’s a couple minutes driving distance from my house

43. Who was the last person you gazed at the stars with? jack probably

44. When was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything? right now

45. Do you trust your instincts a lot? i try to

46. Tell us the worst pun you can think of. i am so not good with puns guys

47. What food do you think should be banned from the universe? beets.

48. What was your biggest fear as a kid? Is it the same today? oh god, i had a fear that something was going to come out of the toilet while i was sitting on it and eat me or drag me in or something. and then after i watched the movie mirrors, i was terrified to look into any reflective surface (i still am sometimes)

49. Do you like buying CDs and records? What was the last one you bought? i haven’t bought any in a really long time

50. What’s an odd thing you collect? i collect shot glasses, but i don’t think that’s weird

51. Think of a person. What song do you associate with them? i think of same love when i think of my sister bc she’s gay lol

52. What are your favourite memes of the year so far? i’m not really into memes

53. Have you ever watched The Rocky Horror Picture Show? Heathers? Beetlejuice? Pulp Fiction? What do you think of them? i’ve actually never seen any of those but i really, really need to

54. Who’s the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face? this guy at red lobster who sat down before us but didn’t get waited on until 10 mins or so after we had gotten waited on, i felt bad 4 him

55. What’s the most dramatic thing you’ve ever done to prove a point? i’m so dramatic, man, i can only imagine

56. What are some things you find endearing in people? idk

57. Go listen to Bohemian Rhapsody. How did it make you feel? Did you dramatically reenact the lyrics? i love that song! it makes me feel so many emotions, especially the first time i heard it. i always dramatically lip sync that song lol i love it so much

58. Who’s the wine mom and who’s the vodka aunt in your group of friends? Why? i am definitely the vodka aunt and i think my friend mariann would be the wine mom lol, just how our personalities would be

59. What’s your favourite myth? bigfoot

60. Do you like poetry? What are some of your favourites? i’m not a huge poetry person honestly.

61. What’s the stupidest gift you’ve ever given? The stupidest one you’ve ever received? i got a silly figurine last year that made no sense to me and i gave my brother a snuggie for his dick as a gag gift a few years back lol

62. Do you drink juice in the morning? Which kind? nope, but if i did it’d be apple juice

63. Are you fussy about your books and music? Do you keep them meticulously organised or kinda leave them be? yes i have my books in alphabetical order according to series and stuff like that. and then i have the books i haven;t read on a second shelf so i know that i need to read them

64. What colour is the sky where you are right now? black.

65. Is there anyone you haven’t seen in a long time who you’d love to hang out with? of course

66. What would your ideal flower crown look like? light blue, dark blue, purple, and red. big big flowers

67. How do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel? i actually really like them

68. What’s winter like where you live? it’s freezing as hell.

69. What are your favourite board games? i feel like i’ve answered this question soooo many times

70. Have you ever used a ouija board? my friend used to have one but i am not into that freaky shit

71. What’s your favourite kind of tea? lipton? lol

72. Are you a person that needs to note everything down or else you’ll forget it? yeah

73. What are some of your worst habits? i bite my nails a lot, and the skin around my nails. and i bike the inside of my cheek and my lips a lot.

74. Describe a good friend of yours without using their name of gendered pronouns. idk

75. Tell us about your pets! okay so we have this sweet boy named boone he’s 1 and he is a mini aussie with one blue eye and an eye that’s half blue and brown he’s really dopey. we are babysitting my sisters dogs ava (4) and laklyn (1), laklyn is brown and has lil freckles on her face and she’s boones sister and ava is their aunt. i have a gray and white kitty named boots, she’s 3 and she is the cuddliest and sweetest cat in the world she even gives kisses. then there’s kitten who is a black 20lb monster of a cat she’s 5 and she pees everywhere because she’s a bitch. then we have taz who is a fluffy calico who is afraid of everything in the entire house, she has a snaggletooth. then there’s egg who is a large tiger striped kitty, egg loves attention & her and taz are sisters and are both about 12.

76. Is there anything you should be doing right now but aren’t? sleeping

77. Pink or yellow lemonade? either or

78. Are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub? i can’t stand the damn minions

79. What’s one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you? jack bought me boots on our anniversary shortly after my baby passed away

80. What colour are your bedroom walls? Did you choose that colour? If so, why? purple

81. Describe one of your friends’ eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of. striking.

82. Are/were you good in school? it’s a good school, yeah

83. What’s some of your favourite album art? idk man

84. Are you planning on getting tattoos? Which ones? yep!! tons

85. Do you read comics? What are your favourites? kickass and scott pilgrim

86. Do you like concept albums? Which ones? sure

87. What are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives? the saw movies!!!

88. Are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy? all of ‘em

89. Are you close to your parents? i think so. more so to my mother

90. Talk about one of your favourite cities. idon’t have one

91. Where do you plan on travelling this year? i don’t have a plan to travel anywhere this year, but next year jackson wants to go to visit his family in south carolina

92. Are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch? i’d rather have a lot than a little

93. What’s the hairstyle you wear the most? my hair down bc it’s too short to do anything with right now

94. Who was the last person you know to have a birthday? uhhh... my mother a few days ago actually

95. What are your plans for this weekend? the weekend is almost over lol

96. Do you install your computer updates really quickly, or do you procrastinate on them a lot? procrastinate

97. Myer Briggs type, Zodiac sign, and Hogwarts house? idk, aries, and slytherin

98. When’s the last time you went hiking? Did you enjoy it? it’s beena really long time, and i really did enjoy it

99. List some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them. idk

100. If you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go five years into the past, the other five years into the future, which one would you press? Why? definitely five years into the future. i would just want to see how everything is in my life, see if it turned out how i wanted it to.

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