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Vampires vs. the Bronx Review: Young Bloods Clean Up the Concourse

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The Frog Brothers’ street cred echoes way uptown as Netflix offers up its after-hours, after-school Halloween special treat: Vampires vs. The Bronx. Think of it as Get Out for tweens as the real bloodsuckers in this Bronx tale are the real estate developers looking to gentrify the Concourse. They even dress like landed gentry. “The Murnau guys are chewing up the neighborhood,” street proud Miguel (Jaden Michael) warns his crew. The Murnau real estate firm doesn’t even try to hide it, they have a Vlad the Impaler face on their logo.

Miguel is known as Lil Mayor in the reluctantly transitional neighborhood. He is on a mission to save Tony’s bodega, where he basically grew up. He is the de facto leader of a gang which consists of his two best friends. Bobby (Gerald W. Jones III) just got kicked out of school for fighting, and the local priest is keeping a watchful eye on him. The son of a slain OG, a Concourse gang is also checking him out while cruising for recruits. Bobby turns down a job at the beginning of the episode. Luis (Gregory Diaz IV), or as Slim calls him “Puerto Rican Harry Potter,” is the horror geek with all the answers. Just in from Tampa, after three months of enforced Disneyfication apparently, he is the odd one out, and expresses it in an almost-Shakespearean/Neil Simon soliloquy. It’s enough to put hair on your legs.

Gloria (Imani Lewis) provides running commentary throughout via her video blog, GloTV. “Have you noticed those missing kids’ posters,” she asks over too many emojis. “Construction was supposed to be good for the neighborhood.” We get to know, and like, the kids on the block very fast. Lil Mayor, on a bike two sizes too big for him, is out saving the neighborhood and the people give him props for that. He also gets free snacks and sodas. Well, they’re on his tab, which he swears he’s going to pay back. It just feels like he will, but even if he doesn’t, he’s working it off ahead of time. The rest of the gang is super positive, on the sweet and down low.

Even the gangbangers are polite and shit. Expressing displeasure with the vintage fashions of their undead interlopers with a more muted “I didn’t say I liked them” retort than a loud slam of trash talk. Almost all the characters, even the minor ones, get in a wisecrack. But Bobby gets in the best understated punch line: “Not what I thought you’d say.” It doesn’t seem like much on the page, but after the suspense of the building, it is an absolutely killer line. Even the vampire commander’s personal familiar Frank Polidori (Shea Whigham) projects a cool understated wit. While locking the vampire hunters in the Murnau offices he notes how daylight can be murder. Frank might be a descendant of John William Polidori, who submitted the short story “The Vampyre” to an exclusive 1819 contest with poets Mary Shelley, Lord Byron, and Percy Shelley. He lost to the novel Frankenstein; or, The Modern Prometheus.

The first character we meet is Vivian (Sarah Gadon), a young white woman who moved after she was priced out of her old neighborhood. She’s getting her nails done for the first time in the Bronx by a manicurist who has pushed her last cuticle. She’s sold the salon and is moving to the suburbs. There is a twist to her character, and while this would normally make this particular reviewer cheer, she brings too much of what’s wrong with the changing neighborhood. She ultimately admits she’s been slumming the whole time.

The vampires are standard issued and off the rack, obviously pale and fairly innocuous, like something you’d find in the TV movie adaptation of Stephen King’s ‘Salem’s Lot. Luckily, the book makes an appearance and an impression. It’s pretty creepy how the vampires in Vampires vs. the Bronx levitate as they bite during a particularly impressive introductory scene in an underground parking garage. It is also telling how everyone knows the cops wouldn’t do anything about finding Slim. Not because he’s a gangbanger, but because he’s from the Bronx. Parts of the movie comes across like a travelogue which tells you how to get to Sesame Street. The vampires have a hierarchy, and a plan. The kids very easily lift a bag with some kind of skeleton key and a zip drive and learn the building the Murnau company is building will be 13 floors high. That’s not the unlucky part, though. Each floor will have a dozen coffins, which means 156 vampires will be crowding the 4 Train.

Luis lays out “the basics,” during a lag in Blade, which the kids watch as an instructional tool. Stakes disintegrate vampire if you get them in the heart. The eucharist turns them into toast. Add garlic and it can be sold at the bodega as vampire garlic toast. But he leaves out the first sign of the neighborhood invaders: the canvas bags. As scary as the vampires are, they suck the life out of the hood with deeds and writs and foreclosure papers. That is their weapon as much as the kids have plastic crucifixes.

The overt vampire incursion is a parable about a very real and silent threat: gentrification. In the film, it’s not just any old white people buying up property in the Boogie Down. It’s ancient old people who stay that way by sucking the blood out of locals while draining the hood of anything special. But either way, it’s “all about getting that macchiato and gelato money.” No one wants to see a Butter Store on 3rd Ave. Gentrification isn’t the only thing that sucks on the Concourse. Vampires, humans, and clergy are also at the mercy of an even more insidious and equally covert menace: Sprite product placement. It is apparently the new holy water below Tremont Ave.

The weaponing-up scene is fun. Watching the kids steal garlic and fill holy water balloons is a direct homage to Lost Boys. The movie flubs the science. If the balloon the kids use as a beacon to find vampires pops outside a major nest, wouldn’t all the holy water balloons pop once they enter? The kids prove themselves creatures as their batting average soars on a Sammy Sosa baseball bat. But their ultimate weapon is their trash talk. A particularly adherent follower of vampire commandments learns the error of his ways because one of the kids points out he’s going to be the vampires’ “bitch for all eternity.”

Besides a millisecond of a flirtatious scene at the first devilish deal signing, the film offers nothing in the way of sexual tension, an absolute must for vampire entertainment. Miguel’s crush on the older 16-year-old girl who was raised to fight vampires because she is Haitian turns out to be a disappointment which only emphasizes how much of a children’s story this is. Dominican Republic-raised director Oz Rodriguez (Saturday Night Live, A.P. Bio) wanted to showcase the multiculturalism and youth of the city’s most underdog borough.

If you’re looking for the 2011 UK film Attack the Block, you won’t find it here. Well, maybe under the sugar coating. Vampires vs. the Bronx is for all ages, though not all species, apparently. There is not a single bat in the movie, and it wasn’t shot that far from The Bronx Zoo. They have a whole World of Darkness there. Bats also assemble in the Bronx Botanical Garden, but the new citizens of the get down haven’t done their homework. In 1995, Eddie Murphy claimed everything south of Fulton Street for the vampires in the 1995 film Vampire in Brooklyn. Staten Island has its own vampire reality series with FX’s What We Do in the Shadows. Vampires vs. the Bronx is a light and fun take on an old and familiar story. It’s good for a chuckle but won’t keep you up at night unless there’s been a lot of new traffic lights and Starbucks popping up on your block.

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Vampires vs. The Bronx will stream on Netflix starting Oct. 2, 2020.

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OKAY I KNOW IVE POSTED THIS BEFORE BUT THIS IS WHAT I HAVE OF STANDOFFISH HARRY AND YALL ARE DOWN FOR IT RIGHT?

Harry doesn't talk to most people.

It's not because he's hateful nor is he cruel, he just really can't find it in his heart to speak with them. Truth be told, he can't be bothered with most of the high school bullshit that had bled into university, which included staring at him like he was some science exhibit, starting rumors about him, giggling while he walked by. He was proper annoyed by it -- he'd always garnered a lot of attention throughout all of his life, but it wasn't until Junior year he realized it was all shit. Popularity didn't matter, Harry hated his friends, and he didn't want to talk to them anymore.

So he didn't.

And he'd secluded himself into a life where he was comfortable and content with silence, not minding the cold feeling of solitary as his marks improved ten fold and he'd felt more confident in who he was. Not trying to be anyone but himself, wearing what he wanted without regard, doing as he wanted, and if he had to speak he would say what he wanted to. There was no longer the pressure to fit in and be as everyone wanted him to be.

However, this merely attracted more attention, and more people tried to weasel into his life than even before that. They pleaded with him to go to parties, which sometimes he would and he would give into temptations (or rather his dick would tell him to give into temptations) and he would drink, fuck someone, then leave. It gave him a small reputation and apparently he'd broken lots of hearts, but he thinks that's silly -- how could he break someone's heart if he didn't even know them properly? It's their fault, he thinks, for painting this image of him without knowing anything about Harry to base it off -- they'd imagined him the quiet brooding type with a soft spot for the one he likes.

Harry doesn't think he has many soft spots though. One for cats, one for his family, and one for coral reefs, but those were it he's pretty sure.

"Hey, Harry, wait!"

Maybe one more.

Y/N is -- well, Y/N is different. She'd squeezed her way into Harry's life when he'd come to this university and cemented her spot there, which he's confused on how she'd done it. Harry had come in expecting what the last two years of high school were like -- no friends, lots of fucking, good grades, and lots of free time -- but Y/N changed a good chunk of it. They'd met during one of Harry's cramming sessions for a test, sat in the library with books surrounding him and his head aching. He hadn't eaten much at all that day when he should've, and his stomach only punctuated his thought with a growl that frustrates him. There was no time to go down to the dining hall -- besides, it was around dinner and it was always crowded then.

She slid the chair out across from him, plopped down and made him look up, "Hi, I'm Y/N nice to meet you. I noticed you didn't have a study snack and I have an extra muffin and some milk."

Harry's mouth watered at the thought, he remembers, that nothing had sounded so good in his life, but he's seen this before. Girls always tried to butter him up while he was studying -- something about studious types being sexy or summat -- and his brows furrowed recalling that the one time he had let someone sit with him while he was studying and they'd offered a granola, they did a whole lot of talking and a whole lot of asking Harry for his notes, out for a date, and a quick fuck in the library storage room. It'd ruffled his feathers so much he sat up without a word and left.

So he replies, "I don't want it." Before turning his head back down to his books, thinking maybe that would dismiss her but she only sets them down off to the side.

"That's fine, I'll leave 'em here just in case." Then she sat back, pulled out her own books from her bag and settling with a small huff. He noticed that they were the same Biology books he had out and he worried and annoyed she was going to ask him for help, even more so when she'd peered across to see they had the same books. "Say, here," she uttered, reaching into her bag and pulling out two things -- a tattered pair of notes and a neatly dissected one, color coded and all, "I took a Botany class in high school and it's made it loads easier since it had most of the basics! Even dug out my old notes for it, so it's easier if you read off that and build on top of it with all that unnecessary stuff they're throwing into it."

That was it. She'd not looked at him expecting a thank you, nor did it seem she'd been looking for a response either.

Thirty minutes in, Harry took the muffin and the milk after a very intense inner battle and out of the corner of his eye he saw Y/N smiling slightly down into her book. He ignored it though, ate the muffin with a satisfied hum and drank it down with the milk all while staring at the girl before him. And he knew she felt eyes on her but she didn't confront them, only plucked at her lip and outlined one of the chapters.

They'd stayed there until it was 7PM and Y/N stretched out with a loud yawn that made her eyes water, "S'time for dinner and bed, I'd say! Thanks for letting me study with you."

It'd opened up a can of worms Harry hadn't particularly meant to open, but he can't say that he hated it. Y/N was nice to have around, he found, as the days went on and they studied together more often, and she'd got him to eat lunch with her starting with a few times before it became daily and he was waiting for her near the fountain outside of the dining hall. Then Y/N roped him into movie nights, study pow wows with her friends (where he didn't talk but she still sat besides him and included him in everything), and even late night workout sessions in which Harry did most of the working out and Y/N watched and talked to him from the side with a bag of chips (but dare he say her work out clothes were pretty cute).

Y/N was soft and warm in all the places Harry was stony and cold, and she was sweet where Harry was sour, and she was gentle where Harry was rough. They balanced each other out, and he liked that. It was the first time in a long time that he'd been hanging out with someone he genuinely liked.

So he pivots on his heel to face her, seeing as she's struggling to catch up with her bag heavy on her shoulders and two bento boxes in her hand, "Jeez, you're fast." She huffs a breath through her nose, bending down to regain her breath while Harry slides the backpack off of her, holding it by the top strap.

"You pack too heavy." He tells her, but he's told her time and time again and she doesn't listen. Though he never quite reprimands her for it, only giving her pointed looks when she complains about her back hurting and asking if he would go with her to the people training in physical therapy because sometimes they'll dish out massages for a good price, "Your test went well?"

She nods, sitting up straighter and they start walking again -- it was nice out today, the sun was a comforting glow beaming down on them like an old friend apologizing for disappearing -- so Y/N decided they should eat outside and Harry agreed to it. There were little picnic like tables just outside the fountain in the quad that people eat at often and Harry himself had eaten their once but he'd been disrupted by a particularly chatty group so he left without getting to enjoy it fully. "It was great, thanks to you! You've got such a knack for math, you know, you could probably be a big shot stock market broker. Like Wolf of Wall Street heights, minus the scandal and jail time."

Harry smiles some, sliding onto one side of the table while Y/N sits on the other, slipping the yellow bento box towards him. Never does he ask her to make him lunch, but she does anyways, and she makes damn good little sandwiches so he doesn't mind it at all. That with grapes, chips, and different little desserts, and Harry was able to make it through his remaining two classes without even a stutter of a growl from his tummy.

Today she'd brought him a wrap of some sort so he tears into it with a big bite, humming lowly at the taste, "S'good." He compliments, and Y/N is about to answer when she stops, but he keeps looking at her. Not noticing someone had walked up besides them because he'd occupied his thoughts with whether Y/N had taken cold medicine or if she skipped it. A light sniffle was normal, sure, but the bags beneath her eyes prefaces that she got little sleep and a subtle red tinge on her nose says it's irritated from tissue being shoved up it. He's got half the mind to scold her but Y/N had decided to handle their visitor, startling him some.

"Hi," Y/N begins, "Um -- I like you sweater?"

"Thanks, but I was actually coming over here to talk to Harry." The girl turns on her heels to face more towards him and Harry gives her a once over to see if he recognized her with an unamused gaze. How could she be so rude? No matter her reason for coming over, there was no reason to shoot down Y/N's halfhearted attempt at conversation. Acting as if Y/N was the one intruding when she is the intruder, "Hi Harry."

When he remains silent, Y/N clears her throat, "Oh, uh -- he doesn't talk much."

"Oh." She replies, only partially defeated before setting her hands down on the table and Harry's eyebrow twitches, "So like the shy type, yeah? Makes sense."

"No." Harry answers before Y/N could, and he finally peers up at her, "I'm not interested."

Her face draws into a pout, "You don't even know --"

"What he means is --" Y/N cuts in, and Harry's brows furrow, looking towards her, " -- he's not big on dates, if that's what you're proposing. Especially if you've never spoken to each other before."

While she was right on that last bit, Harry nearly mentions that the obvious red flag was her more or less blowing Y/N off to speak with him. It pisses him right the fuck off when people are rude to her, there's no way he would even be able to be friends with this girl if she's going about this as she is, let alone a lover as he's mostly wanted for. Though before he can, the girl pipes up again, "I see. So maybe we could get to know each other? We met at a party last week and I just keep thinking about you. Here, I'll send you a message so you can have my number --"

"Don't bother," he says before she can get any farther, "I said I wasn't interested in this. If we fucked, sorry for leading you on, if we didn't, I don't know why you'd want to be associated with me anyways." And Harry wants this conversation to end right there, now that he's said his piece, so he looks back towards Y/N and says, "These are organic grapes, no?"

The girl gets the hint, leaving with a huff and Y/N tuts her tongue at him.

"You're so mean, Harry! What if she really liked you?"

Harry shakes his head, "She liked my cock not me." He says casually, and Y/N's face turns towards sheepish like it always does when the mere mention of his escapades comes to head (which it doesn't often, but he knows Y/N has ears and she hears things), "'sides, she was rude to you. I don't like that." He straightens out, "Did you take your medicine?"

"How can you always tell?" Y/N grumbles, around a sigh, "I hate the liquid stuff Harry, you know that!"

"Don't be a baby," he murmurs through a smile, leaning down before digging in his bag for the cold medicine he brought around with him. He carts it around for both him and Y/N, because a stuffed nose and a sore throat can strike at any moment and if it happens to one of them it's bound to happen to the both of them. He pours a capful for her despite her whines, and slips it over to her. "There yeh go, drink it fast."

A small grunt later and she takes it into her hands, giving him one last plead look and when she realizes he's not budging, tossing it back like a shot. Her face pinching at the taste before rushing for the apple juice she had, taking a big drink then parting from the nozzle with a wet gasp, "That was terrible! Jesus, why not get the cute Jell-O flavored ones. The baby ones."

"With how often you get sick, I do presume you've got a baby immune system." He teases, and Y/N nudges him with her foot beneath the table.

It was easy with her.

So yeah, maybe he did have a soft spot for Y/N.

. . .

Harry thinks the highlight of his weeks are Fridays.

Fridays meant the weekend was coming, and he could stay up as late as he wanted that night with no repercussions. They used to mean binge watching Call the Midwife until 3AM and late night drives to the Taco Bell down the way, but now -- with Y/N in his life they're something different. Fridays with Y/N meant meeting her right after their last class, going to eat at the dining hall before hurrying to Harry's apartment on campus to drop off their stuff, pick up his car, and race over to the convenient store to scavenge snacks and drinks. They meant returning to Harry's place with armfuls of treats, dodging people trying to stop them to talk, relaxing on Harry's couch and plugging in his fairy lights for a warm glow. They meant sitting on the couch and watching a scary movie that makes Y/N so jumpy and jittery that she ends up spending then night.

This Friday was no different. Harry and Y/N were sat surrounded by food and drinks, Netflix brought up and Harry's cat weaving between the two of them trying to settle on a spot. Before they started the movie though, Y/N started on some tangent about parasites taking over an insect's mind and Harry muses her by pretending to listen. He kept getting distracted as of late -- not in general, just with her. Harry finds that he likes staring at her. . .he likes watching how her lips curve around letters and sounds, and the way her eyes glitter in the fairy lights of his room. How soft her cheeks look, and he wonders if he's allowed to trace the apples of her cheeks or if that might just be a "try it while she naps" sort of thing.

". . .and s'like, they can control ecosystems I know, but they're so damn gross I can't stand it." He blinks at her, nodding slow like he'd been listening, "Oi, is there something on my face?" She asks, reaching up with a sweater covered hand to swipe away at her face, "You're staring pretty hard."

Tilting to the side, Harry shakes his head no before turning to the TV, "No, you're fine." Reaching for the remote, Harry returns to settle back in his plushy cushions and Y/N is shuffling to get herself comfortable, cuddled up in a heavy waffle knit blanket. The apartment was always pretty cold, as that's what Harry likes, but sometimes he considers toggling with the thermostat so she's more comfortable. Often though, Y/N tells him that she likes to be a little cold because it gives her an excuse to bundle up -- which doesn't make much sense to him, but he doesn't mind it.

As the movie starts and a low tone ripples through his speakers, Y/N shuffles nearer and curls her arms around a pillow, "Heard this one is supposed to be mad scary. Gory too."

"S'that so?" He murmurs, "Well, you better keep your feet off the ground then."

"Not funny," she pouts, but pulls her legs up anyway, "I wouldn't get me too scared or you've gotta deal with me for a whole night."

It's true -- when a movie is particularly scary and Y/N is visibly shaken, he gives her his bed for the night and sleeps on the floor besides it on a pallet of blankets, pillows, and sheets. Sometimes he hopes the movie is scary so she will spend the night. . .something about the gentle sounds of her sleeping comforts him greatly, and the shuffling of her on the bed, or soft coos and murmurings. He likes waking up to a still very asleep Y/N and waking her up for breakfast. Likes watching a still very sleepy Y/N get heaps of breakfast potatoes on her plate, and lots of eggs.

Best case scenario, that happens.

. . .

Y/N was panicking.

The movie had been about aliens and she's such a science nerd about them that it made her freak out, especially after it ended so badly (everyone got screwed over in the end and the creatures were out and about). Throughout the playtime, Y/N had ended up even closer to him than she had started and he could feel her trembling. "S'just a movie." He tries to remind her but it's falling on deaf ears, as she looks back to him with wide eyes.

"We're all fucked Harry! Aliens are real, I'm so damn sure of it, like our universe is so fucking big there's no way we're the only ones on here. Did you know we have the most UFO sightings when we're closest to Venus -- that's where they are I bet you." She looks like a conspiracist, hair a bit askew and her clothes rumpled, the blanket falling around her waist as she sits up on her knees, "Part of me hopes they aren't as smart as we think they are, and we can trick 'em or something but another part of me knows they're smarter than smart with these big fucking space ships and they've probably mastered freeze rays Harry! How do we go up against that?"

Harry had wanted her to be scared sure, for his own sleeping purposes (selfish, yes, but he slept better with her here),but now he thinks he might not be sleeping at all. Y/N wouldn't intentionally keep him up, but Harry learned a long while back that her energy bounces onto him often -- he feels her vibrating and buzzing even if he's across the room and he reflects it back. So if Y/N is wide awake and thrumming, Harry will surely be up right besides her and he quite wanted to sleep tonight.

However, he'll deal with the repercussions if need be.

"You look into things too deeply," Harry tells her, voice steady and calm, "Breathe now. They probably feed off fear so you're only fueling them."

"You are not helping in the slightest," she hisses, "We just need a game plan. Like some bats and traps -- you know in Stranger Things when they set up that whole trap to mess the one no face looking alien up?" Harry blinks blankly at her, and Y/N's brows furrow, "You haven't seen Stranger Things?" She's gaping a bit as Harry sits quiet, shaking his head, "Well then we need to watch that right now! Or at least start it -- oh you'll love it, I'm sure of it!"

Scrambling, she goes for the laptop hooked up to the TV so that she can pull the show up on Netflix. The pajama shorts she'd been wearing had rucked up some, showing off a small peek of her panties all splattered with a rose print and Harry bites his lip and shifts his gaze to the floor. He's no pervert, but Y/N had never been one to be all too shy around him and Harry finds he doesn't mind that one bit. Sometimes he'll let his mind wander to much dirtier places, but he often saves that for late nights when he's only got his hand to accompany him (and no good recent fucks to reflect on).

But Y/N plops back down onto the couch, still near to him and Harry sort of wishes she would splay herself atop of him. Often she would, especially if it was particularly cold, but he supposes she'd gotten warm beneath the heaps of blankets. Now her leg is kicked on the back of the couch and her shirt is pushed up just a bit to show a good chunk of her stomach and her shorts are still rustled and she looks back up at him with a big grin, "This'll be great." She promises, and Harry feels a heat settle in his abdomen.

Now he's a bit warm too.

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soulcrowvi · 7 years

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40 questions because why not.

1.do you prefer to shower when you wake up or before you go to sleep?. Can I have both? I like to shower in the morning because I can clean off any sweat I may have produced when I slept and it also helps me start my day. Before bed helps me unwind and clean off the germs of the day… but I may sweat in the middle of the night… hmmmmm I guess morning showers LOL

2. does it bother you to sleep with the lights on. Yes, I really cant sleep with any type of light in the room. I always find myself waking up if I see light.

3. cigarettes, marijuana, or neither? Neither fam.

4. beer, liquor, or neither? Liquor, I hate the taste of beer 5. what is the biggest impact you hope to make throughout your lifetime? Probably being able to help someone with their journey get through the darkness of mental diseases. This is a part of the reason why i want to go into the field of psychiatry.

6. what’s your favourite movie genres. Uhhh, romantic comedies, animation, horror, fantasy, and anime (if that’s a thing) 7. puns or dirty jokes? Dirty jokes boiiiii. My pun game needs work 8. bubble bath, bath bomb, or bath salts. Probably bubble bath. I haven’t tried the other two. 9. you wake up to find you’ve traded places with a celebrity – who is it? Hmmm I don’t pay too much attention to many celebrities lives so I cant really answer 10. you wake up to find you’ve traded places with a fictional character – who is it? Probably Monkey D. Luffy from one piece. Hes always carefree, does what he wants, eats all day, goes on these dope adventures with his crew and will beat someone’s ass if they step to him wrong. I wouldn’t mind living a life like that for a day or two. Although Zoro is my favorite character I prefer luffys lifestyle a little more.

11. what are you wearing? A grey shirt and blue joggers? WHY YOU NEED TO KNOW HUH? 12. what is your earliest memory?. Crawling on my mom’s bed and she picking me up with a big smile while making some kind of going up sound. I know I was a baby because even to this day she does that when she plays with other small children. 13. moon or stars? Stars because I like to lay down and count them. Also having sex under the stars is on my bucket list LOLOL 14. sunrise or sunset?. Sunrise. I love the crisp air and quiet atmosphere of everything being asleep. During times like that it feels the world is at a stand-still and I can take a second and breathe maybe even go for a jog. Oh and you cant forget the colors of the sky: they so purrrrdy . 15. what’s the best present you’ve ever received? The gift of life boiiiiii. Nah but for a material gift, I hate to say this but, probably a hand written piece of poetry my ex gave me. It a cheesy love poem that made my heart flutter at time. no one has ever done something that for me before so it was something special. I haven’t looked at it in years and don’t plan on doing it any time soon. That bridge was burned many years ago cuz fuck my ex lmaooo

16. what’s your favourite scent? Vanilla or lavender. I use to use candles with those scents as a way to calm myself during a time of depression. In a sense, I associate them both with calmness 17. what do you think about when you need to be in a calm state of mind? Thinking of myself as a flowing river. This concept came to me after witnessing a small stream on street carry away a twig during the rain. The way I saw it was that twig representing a problem of any sort and the water being my conscious. Basically my conscious developed the habit of analyzing the given problem and determines if it needs to be addressed now, later, or not even be addressed at all. It’s a way I practice mindfulness lol 18. what do you think about when you need motivation? “I know I can fucking do this, so let me stop being a bum and do it” sounds a little harsh but that’s how I get myself moving lmaoo

19. list 5 things you like most about yourself.

My personality

The melanin in ma skin

Dance abilities

Being able to push through most of my anxiety and depression

Kinky af 20. do you have many friends or do you prefer to keep a close circle? I have a small circle of true friends mostly because I dread small talk with new people because ive never been too interested in it with strangers and you know small talk is the best way to start friendships soooooo. I can say this though I have a large number of acquaintances and I probably wouldn’t mind building deeper friendships with them. 21. if you had the chance to be immortal exactly as you are now, would you take that opportunity? Although it’s a tempting offer, im going to say nah to immortality. Sure, it would be nice to witness how the rest of history will unfold and being able to live forever but it comes at a high cost. The cost being that youll out live everything and everyone you love and cherish. Plus there will come a time when everything ends and you’ll be the only one left, wandering endlessly in the hallowed shell of what you once called home…. That got dark LOL #PessimismOnFleek

22. what do you think of when you wake up? I think of three things in this order:

“….need food”

“I wonder how kn is doing”

“what the fuck do I need to do today?”

23. what’s your favourite word? Breathe. This word helps me calm and recollect myself in time of anxiety and also allows me to take a second and appreciate life. 24. if you could change your name, what would you change it to? I would keep my name the same, I love it actually lmaooo

25. what would your name be if you were the opposite/another gender? I asked my mom about this before and apparently I would have been a Diana lmaooo 26. turn ons? I have turn ons for both physical and personality

Physical: freckles or small moles on the face. Glasses (bring yo blind ass here girlll) a nice warm smile, long hair although I don’t mind short hair. Ticklish. Has a nice style

Personality: Really kindhearted, loves animals, willing to sit down and talk about finding a solution to our problem if we fight, motivated by a dream, passionate about her craft or hobby, doesn’t mind carrying the convo at times, is comfortable with silence at times. Knowledgeable about things she finds interesting, does little things for me like buying me my favorite snack as a surprise for when she sees me. Is comfortable with my level of kinkiness and sexual expression through words. Keeps up with and feeds off my dark, sexual, awkward humor. Not afraid to speak her mind.

27. turn offs? A girl that tries to have “the best of both worlds” basically flirting with multiple dudes at once. Has a history of cheating. Completely selfish(only concerned with what I can offer her and no “what can I do for them”). The “im fine” text when we both KNOW something is wrong. Goes ghost out of nowhere. Liars. thinks relationships are temporary and not looking for something long term (I hate wasting time). Treating other people like shit, fake (talks shit about someone then next thing you know they’re the best of friends) entertains other dudes KNOWING damn well they have a thing for her. Says “My feelings changed” (three words I despise)

28. kinks? Bondage, neck bites, ear nibbles, lip biting while kissing, biting any part of my body really lmao.(those three areas will rev me up real quick ) letting me pull her hair, licking/ kissing random spots on her body. heaving breathing….lots of it pls. dark colored knee socks/thigh highs if she wears those.. LAWDDDDD *nose bleed*(this could be a slight fetish). Lap dances and strip teases (both combined as well) 29. what’s your “type”? Uhhh, never really had to think about it until now but glasses, long hair, older, the “social butterfly that’s lowkey and introvert” woke, wants to help me grow, supportive, caring will call me out on my shit, intelligent, high ass gpa (why is that relevant? Idk )

30. give a piece of advice. Everything happens for a reason. Whether you believe in a higher power or not, certain things occur in your life as a way to prepare you for the future, teach you something about yourself, or aid in your growth. You just have to stop and look at the positive in the situation. 31. do you fear death? Nah, but I do want to live my live to the fullest and live to be at least 96. 32. do you believe there is anything that exists after death? Ive juggled the idea around in my head and, similar to the person I snagged this questionnaire from, I definitely love the idea of reuniting with lost loved ones in some kind of after live. I also like to believe reincarnation is a thing only because it would be dope to die and come back as a giant octopus lmaoooo, but seriously the idea of coming back to life as a different creature is fascinating 33. what expectations do you set for yourself? do you live up to them? Honesty, trying my best at whatever I do, always stay true to myself, not being pressured ny others. I think I live up to these pretty well but recently ive decided to stop being passive of things that bother me so I guess im still working on that 34. are you a good friend? would you want to be friends with the type of friend that you are? I think im a pretty good friend. Im always down to listen and support my friends with whatever their endeavors may be. Im very chill, understanding, and mature so you don’t have to worry about me creating drama of any sort. Yeah I would befriend myself if possible 35. dinosaurs or space? Dinosaurs because I’ve always found archaeology to be interesting and I actually love learning about history. I loved T-rexes ever since the first Jurassic park film I saw. 36. do you believe in aliens? If we as a species could evolve from particles who’s to say creatures on a distant planet couldn’t do the same? So I guess you could say I don’t deny the existence of them. 37. do you believe in ghosts? Not really but you’ll never catch me messing with an oujia board or casually exploring a proclaimed haunted house. Aint nobody got time for that (similar to the previous question I don’t deny their existence) 38. describe your style? Uses a LOT of dark colors. Its very simple and classy but nothing over the top. I love to wear beaded bracelets because I like fidgeting with them when im bored or anxious. Oh I like flannels as well. Idk if that paints a decent picture lmao 39. send me your name, I’ll post what I think your aesthetic would be. Bish whet? 40. post a photo of yourself? Look at my tumblr default lmao

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