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FINALLY figured out the mlm version of the word sapphic, it's Achillean
#anshiel's text posts#it's been bothering me for awhile now because i was thinking about rep in general and how good the word sapphic is#and like how i haven't really seen a mlm version be used#it reminds me that as much as i love the word lesbian sapphic is more inclusive if your talking about two women in a relationship#because you don't even know if both id as lesbians#ik the terms more well known but i think it'd help to use the world sapphic more often#also know wlw is there but also it sounds funny to say out loud#nways achillean makes also sounds nice and also derived from ancient greek stuff#idk where im going w this it's jus a nice thing 2 know#hmmm i'd talk more about my identity as a lesbian adjacent aroace here and that informing my thoughts about queer identities#and how i see em b it's late so imma sleep#(hhh
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lister bird - part 1 (part 2)
this is me trying - taylor swift
“they told me all of my cages were mental / so i got wasted like all my potential” starting this playlist off with a song that i feel definitely will come to describe lister’s mental state, especially during iana - he’s fallen behind, he’s dependent on partying and drinking, but at least he’s trying to get better
still learning - halsey
this song incorporates a fuckton of lister’s struggles - the pressures of fame, trauma, dealing with past mistakes, of course self-loathing, and much more
timebomb - finish ticket
and another self-deprecating tune !!! this one in particular addresses the connection between drinking/alcoholism and feeling like a fuck-up
the key to life on earth - declan mckenna
i could probably go into great depths to explain how exactly this is a lister song but suffice it to say, lister grew up poor and we mustn’t forget that. “holy smokes / you kids and your jokes / asking where we got our jeans / and where the hell we found our coats” reminds me a lot of meeting lister, him getting into fights and being “held back for after-school meetings”, etc.
new age meds - the wldlfe
“self-deprecation; / a new age medication / and you might need some therapy if / you're gonna live your life suffocating / someone who you're supposed to be” here we have the theme of self-hate again, used in connection with drugs and addiction, too, which is very lister
are you satisfied? - marina
another song highjacked from @kindaorangey, they did a better job than i ever could explaining it here
knock me off my feet - soak
“saturday night on the highest wall / settin' 'em off, all 50 fireworks / kickin' the cannons, we watch them fall / it doesn't exist, the law” lister starts living the high, indulgent life once he gets rich, which is a stark contrast from how he grew up. in the end, though, he still has people he can call his home.
narcissist - no rome
“stayin' late, i just wanna get stoned / telling all your friends that I'm never at home / and my face filling up with blood / but you're still the same living like a bourgeois” highjacked from alice’s 5 playlist, another song about partying and the like but also being painfully aware of your own flaws
big black car - gregory alan isakov
a song about feeling inadequate and worthless compared to another person, which is how lister feels about himself compared to jimmy and rowan
eventually, darling - declan mckenna
abandonment issues, lost hope, impostor syndrome, disillusionment and an almost nihilistic view on a relationship - this song has it all. i personally associate it with bicci and lister reassuring both jimmy and himself that it’s okay if he doesn’t like him back - after all, “everyone leaves eventually, darling”
swimming pools - lxandra
lister grew up poor and we mustn’t forget that part 2 - this is another flashback to his childhood, while simultaneously showing the stark contrast to his current life - i like to interpret the line “still the kids who don't have swimming pools / in their 40-million-square-feet mansions, ooh” in a “yeah, he’s rich, but he still came from almost no money and this has had a profound effect on him” way
mind - declan mckenna
according to declan mckenna himself, this song “makes me think of my friend matty’s party i went to on halloween 2015 after playing a show […] the song lyrically and artiscally kind of reflects the confused mess of my 16 year old self”. this is something lister can probably relate to, feeling emotional turmoil and an incoming existential crisis while partying
joan of arc on the dance floor - aly & aj
“at the stake, we don't fight the flames / are you born in vain if you die a savior?” first of all, joan of FUCKING arc metaphors, second of all the death motif and lister’s “die young” mentality, third of all another dark party song which is how this applies to lister in particular
why do you feel so down - declan mckenna
listerowan song !!! “i think you're one of a kind so i'll never like myself / i think you're older and wiser so i won't let you tell / i think it over and over and hope you're thinking too / i think it over and over and hope i'm over you” because angst
know me - the band camino
and yet another angsty listerowan song, gosh i’m really making myself emo over here
18 forever - maris
a) such a bisexual anthem, b) a song about partying and feeling forever young
house party no. 1 - blossom caldarone
“you want to grow up too fast / it's a race to see who is left last / from lemons to liquor to loving each figure / you're constantly wired up the wrong way / you'll be dead in a year if i wait one more day”. this is how jimmy and rowan see lister, as a party-obsessed “rebel without a cause”
sedated - hozier
a song about addiction and self-destruction. i could probably go through every line of it but imma keep it short and just trust all of you to understand the sheer levels and poetry of sedated by hozier as a lister song
shadows - ruth b
another song from jimmy and rowan’s perspective - they see that lister indulges in a lot of self-destructive behaviour, smoking, drinking, having sex, etc. in the first part of iwbft, they notice all of that in an almost accusatory way, which to me feels like the tone of this song - “kiss yourself another stranger / ‘cause you know you love the danger, don't you? / give yourself to someone new every night, is what you do” for example is them thinking he sleeps with everyone with a pulse
burning incense - skott
i talk about lister and his relationship to religion in greater depth in part 2 with preacher man but i think that theme appears in this song too. generally this song is very much about emotional turmoil, feeling unloved and distant from your friends, and feeling worthless, so very much a lister song
those nights - bastille
theme of loneliness and finding comfort in strangers (which i know lister doesn’t really do anymore but still)
sunday morning - matoma
“i probably shouldn't say this / should keep it all inside / but maybe i'm just wasted / enough to speak my mind” bicci bathroom confession??? anyone????
love like ghosts - lord huron
another beautiful bicci song about unrequited love and feeling so incredibly strongly for someone that it feels beyond the realm of the living - that’s also where the theme of death in iwbft comes in, which lister grapples with in particular
high hopes - kodaline
this song makes me think of the confession scene too - lister realising jimmy maybe doesn’t like him back, losing hope and all that, and deciding he needs to move on
mirrorball - taylor swift
theme of personas - lister has the Lister Bird persona which is there to entertain people, to make himself appear fun, aloof, approachable, almost like a clown, even though that isn’t who he actually is deep inside
much like myself - emma jayne
and another song about appearing happy on the outside despite the fact that you don’t feel much like yourself
#gonna break this up into two parts because holy shit my playlists are LONG#lister bird#osemanverse playlist#playlist#iwbft#em’s fuckery#alcohol tw#addiction tw#death tw#drugs tw#smoking tw
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days go by, another one comes across. however, today is that day, and by ‘that day’ i mean, can we all please have a drumroll, it’s fucking parent~teacher interviews! aka an interrogation under the guise of pleasantries. i thought if i didn’t think about it, it’d just fucking disappear, but hey no, it’s still here.
but that’s okay, you see my parents don’t know a thing about it. i shredded all the notices they’ve sent us and made sure to cut the line every time my sneaky ass school called home. so when it came to my last class for the day, which is english lit obviously, i was quite happy that i didn’t have to stay behind like some students.
the class is empty, it’s almost 4 sharp.
“it’s only interviews,” i try to ease mr killian’s nerves. “just tell them what they wanna hear ~ easy peasy.”
“i wish, but it doesn’t work like that, luv. you know,” he looks up from his paper and removes his reading glasses to rub his weary eyes, “believe it or not, but we hate this day just as much as you kids do.”
“really?” i’m shooked. “thought you teachers just loved taking your sweet as revenge on students on this devilish day. it’s practically reverse halloween where the educators aren’t in costume for the first time, huh.”
mr killian places his pen behind his ear, entertained. “‘reverse halloween’, aye?” he leans back on his chair, arms folded and an ankle~on~knee. “you’re too funny.”
“‘funny’?” i walk over to him, admiring the tantalising dark circles underneath his scintillating eyes. “yeah? and what else?”
he possessively pulls me in between his legs, squeezing my booty in fistfuls. “and sexy and fierce and delicious.”
“do you want a bj?”
“oh, and very fucking naughty too!”
“what you gonna do about it?”
“gee, you’re tempting me.”
“mhm,” i bite my lip.
“you are in serious need of punishment, little girl,” he flicks an eyebrow up. “slide down your panties and lean over my desk.”
my eyes open wide, “no.”
“pardon?”
“i mean, there’s no space on y~y~your desk,” i glance at it. “there’s those booklets, essays, midterms, finals, your laptop...”
“i’ll make space.”
“uh, umm,” i step back.
“nuh~uh,” he pulls me in again so that i’m standing with my thighs directly opposite his thingy. “slide ‘em down right in front of me.”
“that’s too close,” i squeak, going red.
“what difference does it make? you a step back or not, i’ll still see it. c’mon,” he feathers a finger down my bare thigh, “you can’t still be shy? i’ve seen every part of you, every inch of you. the hills, the slopes, the blemishes... want me to go on?”
ok, imma prove him wrong. i undo the button and zipper on my shorts, exposing the bright red lacy panties i got just for him.
“you were hiding those from me?” he points to them, sounding offended.
slowly, i rub my hand over the skimpy fabric, sticking a finger behind the elastic.
“such a tease,” sir leans back. “congratulations, darling, you’ve earned yourself 5 more spanks.”
the thought of him spanking me…
“want me to go easy on you?” he asks, and i see rare mercy dancing around in his eyes.
i nod, prolly a goner if i were dumb enough to take my chances with this guy.
“then touch yourself, sweetheart,” the mercy evaporates from his eyes completely. he just went from a saint to a sinner in a millisecond. “mhm,” he nods to my hesitant expression, “slide your hand through your panties and touch yourself for me. if you don’t moan my name whilst finger~fucking your cunt, i’ll give you the belt.”
heck no, i don’t want to get spanked with a belt! that’ll hurt so much more!! i’ve seen it on 50sog!
“y~you w~want me to m~masturbate for you?”
“did i stutter?”
no, but i did.
shocked at how strangely turned on i’m feeling, i slide my fingertips under the double thin lines of the red covered elastic bands. tell me, why did i wear this again? i inch my fingers down further, my breath hitching up and pelvic muscles contracting.
sir slides his hand into his pants and gently strokes his cock, scarring me with imaginary ciggy burns from the way he’s staring at me doing me. “hurry it up, little one, time is of the essence.”
3 knocks on the door and it swings open with a, “hello?”
mr killian speedily sits up.
and i step back right away, pulling my hand out and tugging my shirt over the open zipper. “mum?”
“roséah,” she squints, “what on earth... dear lord, you have a lot of explaining to do!”
i refuse to blink. i think i’m having something like a heart attack. “w~what do you mean?”
“well, for starters,” she struts up to me, “you didn’t tell me that today was parent~teacher interview night.”
i exhale deeply, relief has never felt this good.
“mr killian, i presume?” mum says, holding her hand out.
i quickly fix myself up behind her.
“please,” he smiles, shaking her hand, “call me isaac.”
why the fuck would mum come here without informing me about it?!?
“apologies for not booking in a time slot and barging in like this. had i known,” mum gives me an irritated look, “i would have been more prepared.”
“it’s no worries, mrs blackburn,” sir tries to downplay it. “i reckon i can squeeze you in before my first interview. so please,” he motions to the two seats preplaced in front of the desk, “have a seat.”
“christella will do just fine,” and she takes no time in making herself comfortable.
i roll my eyes, so fucking annoyed and anxious at the same time.
“if you don’t mind my saying so,” sir gracefully says, “but now i know where your beautiful daughter gets her beautiful looks from.”
mum titters, tucking invisible strands of hair behind her ear and straightening out her pencil skirt.
tf.
sir glances at me and it’s so provocative in nature that i can’t look away, hence he does it for me. “do we have a common friend that can get both of us acquainted with one another?” he causally asks my mother with a chuckle.
aren’t they supposed to be talking about me?
“i don’t suppose so, isn’t that a shame?” mum smiles.
“‘shame’ would be an understatement, stella…can i call you stella?”
“you can call me whatever you want, isaac.”
“ahem!!” eww. ew. “mum,” i shake my head at her like ‘did you forget you have a husband?’, “you might wanna..”
“oh, yes, of course! silly me. so do tell, isaac? how has my daughter been doing?”
“well, to be candour, i’m rather impressed at how dedicated rosé is on learning.”
“hm, is that so?” she gives me a suspicious glance.
“indeed,” mr killian sends me a secret wink.
“does she slack off? because you’d tell me if she did, right?” mum asks.
“mum,” i grumble, she’s so embarrassing sometimes.
mr killian chuckles, “you’d be the first to know, stella. fortunately, that isn’t the case. rosé has quite the eye for accomplishing her goals.”
i’m getting lost in him again...
“gets all her work done on time, doesn’t send inappropriate text messages in class,” he proceeds professionally, kinda cocky, “nor does she ever has to stay back late.”
all of which i do the opposite of, i give him a guilty grin.
mum looks rather very taken aback, considering how i am at home. “seems like she’s quite the student?”
“you’d be surprised by what goes on in these walls.”
that not so hidden half~smile sir gives me pauses my mum in her tracks with her next question. i look at her sudden stiffness and notice how she’s surveying mr killian intently, her eyes narrowed into slits. oh crap.
“ahem!” i shift in my seat quickly.
sir coughs and swiftly brings in another topic.
mum gradually returns to her usual manner.
that was close.
when they finally say their farewells, i feel relieved as a fucking kite flying high up in a blue cloudless sky. mum did a few more interviews before she finally decided to go home. mr killian had given her false hope and high expectations, so it was funny when my other teachers informed her that my grades were declining from b’s and c’s to d’s and e’s.
oops, my bad.
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it’s late, a major thunderstorm has hit and maxi being the scaredy~cat he is has crept into my room for the night. incoming call from isaac. i decline it. so he calls me again. and i decline it again. busy tryna shoot him a text which he keeps interrupting with phone calls.
daddy🔐
is my furry baby avoiding my calls?
tf he just called me??????
me
im not avoiding ur calls
jus ctrn cuz baby bro is sleeping in my bed
thunder isnt his strong suit :/
daddy🔐
why am i jealous?
lol, seriously? i smile, rolling over to the edge of my bed.
daddy🔐
can’t stop thinking about you...
me
jus stop
its not dat hard
god, i suck at this.
daddy🔐
i really need to be fucking inside you right now!
uh, what the fuck do i text back?!
daddy🔐
would it be inappropriate of me to ask you what you are wearing since you’re with your kid brother?
haha.
me
wow, ur quite the gentleman, arent ya ?
daddy🔐
i try my best.
feeling kinky, i silently remove my oversized graphic tee and take two pictures of myself. then i quickly pop my tee back on before curling up on the bed and hitting ‘send’.
daddy🔐
mmmm leopard panties and no bra, sexy.
though i do wish you could move your arm out of the way so i could see my two girls?
no, my boobies are too small and i’m shy!
daddy🔐
such unspeakable things i could to your body right about now.
would you like to know, baby?
i’m so tempted to text back ‘yes’, but that’d just get me too hot and bothered which is not a good idea when your lil brother is lying right next to you.
me
behave (;
daddy🔐
how about we finish off what we started back in the classroom?
me
we hv company rmbr ?
daddy🔐
right.
there’s a while with those 3 flashing dots before he texts back.
daddy🔐
considering we have an audience tonight, i’m willing to keep it pg. on the contrary, was nice talking to your mother today.
me
were u flirting w her ?
daddy🔐
i don’t know.
was i?
me
u so were !
nd evry subtextual sentence u uttered !!
she cud hv caught on yanno ?!
daddy🔐
that, i couldn’t help.
the look on your face was hilarious.
hers too.
i almost lol by just picturing my mum’s face, but i suppress it.
me
jus bc u made me laugh dnt mean im not still mad !
daddy🔐
allow me to make it up to you?
me
go on...
daddy🔐
there’s this soirée i’m holding with my crew for the long weekend.
lakehouse, few beers, great view - thank kinda thing.
i want you there.
me
y do u want me der ? (;
daddy🔐
‘cause i wanna fuck you hard on my mate’s couch whilst everyone else is out by the lake.
oh?
daddy🔐
and also because i want you to get to know my people more. (:
he used a smiley face! he never uses smiley faces!
me
hmm, guess ill hv 2 think bout it
because i have to ask my mum first!!
daddy🔐
hope this helps?
he sends me a photo or two back, like it was a trade or something. but jesus christ, isaac killian! he was definitely not kidding about having me on his mind!
daddy🔐
don’t ponder too much.
goodnight, love.
“rosé..?” maxi murmurs behind me, rolling around.
shit. i drop my phone in an instant and cringe for my luck. “yeah?”
“you’re taking all the blanket and i’m cold..”
“oh, right...” i exhale with relief, placing my phone on the bedside table. i turn around, shifting the blanket over him and putting my arms around him. phew.
i rest my eyes for a second when maxi is like, “what was that?”
“hm?” i smile as he snuggles between my arms.
“that big cucumber looking thing on your phone.”
i almost choke on my saliva. “t~t~that was...you’re dreaming, maxi. this is all nothing but a dream...” i add some whooo noise effect to make it more believable.
“no i am not!” he asserts.
“yes you are! now shut up or go back to your own room.”
thunder cracks intensely and he doesn’t say anything further. thank you, sweet jesus.
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Here Kitty Kitty - Chapter One
PAIRING: CAT!BUCKY BARNES X READER
SUMMARY: You’re a cat person. So when you find a kitty hiding in a battered cardboard box in an alleyway you just had to take him home. He needed a place to stay and you wanted a friend. A win-win situation or so you thought. Turns out Mr. Barnaby is actually a two-thousand-year-old cursed soul reaper who’s been banished to the land of the living. Don’t believe me? Just add water.
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And They Were Roommates
This wasn’t in the contract.
“Who’s the cutest cat in the world?” you fawned at Bucky wearing a tiny cowboy hat. "You are! Mr. Barnaby is the cutest cat of them all!"
Boy, if looks could kill you would have been dead ten times over. The glares Bucky was sending you were sharper than any two-edged sword.
"Cuutteee!!!" You squeeze the air out of him, thinking the hat made him look absolutely adorable. After countless attempts of trying to scratch his way out of your grasp, Bucky gave in and let you do whatever you wanted to.
You finally let go of him, placing him on the floor, you stand up and point finger guns at him.
"Put 'em up, cowboy!" you taunted. Bucky merely rolled his eyes as he walked past you towards the makeshift bed of a basket and old pillows you had made for him. "Boo, you're no fun."
Bucky lay on his bed with that stupid hat still on his head. How you got him in that thing was a mystery.
It didn't take long for Bucky to figure you out. You were a student. Many a night did he find you sitting at the kitchen table or at the desk in your room studying the night away and often falling asleep while doing so.
You had two friends who were somewhat bearable. A red-haired girl who had paint-stained hands and a boy who always sported a beanie and had an affinity to rock music. It was a strange couple, not like he cared. He was only there for the food and the bed. What you did or who you were with didn't matter to him.
Your friends knew very well to stay away from him. Especially the dumb blonde who was all up in his face on the first day. One slash against his cheek taught him a lesson on personal space.
All in all, Bucky didn't mind living there except for when that brute came over. Derek. Your boyfriend. He hated him and maybe it had something to do with the fact that he stepped on the poor cat's tail the first time they met. Ever since then Bucky didn't like Derek. And Derek didn't really like Mr. Barnaby.
"Babe, I swear you're in love with that cat."
"His name is Mr. Barnaby," you replied with Bucky in your lap, brushing your fingers through his soft fur. "And I think I do. He's really cute."
"Not as cute as me," Derek smirked, with his nose digging into your hair.
"Well…" you trailed off making Bucky smirk devilishly at the brute.
"Yes, haha, Derek! I'm cuter than you, you ugly meatball!"
Derek was rough and rude, untidy and obnoxious. He really wondered what you found in him. To Bucky, the guy was the lowest of all humans. The scum of the earth. But you liked him, maybe even loved him. He could see it in the twinkle of your eyes and the way your smile grew wide when he sent a simple text. You were head over heels in love while he may have had his eyes elsewhere.
Bucky noticed Derek's blatant disinterest in your conversations and the way his hands were always glued to his phone. Waiting patiently for a text from that girl he kept on talking to. One that he didn't care to tell you about.
And for that reason, Bucky got defensive when Derek was around. Making sure to sit in your lap so the meatball wouldn't get close or glaring at him from the other side of the room. He didn't know why he did, it just kicked in him. He shouldn't have cared, but he did.
"Alright, Mr. B," you said putting your jacket on. "I'm going on a date tonight," you smiled and Bucky frowned. "So that means I might be late," you told the cat. You treated him like a human. He liked that. "There's food in your bowl and you know where you have to go when you have to go, right?"
He nodded, jumping out of bed and following you to the door. Wishing you wouldn't go. He had a feeling it was going to be bad. Call it his supernatural feline sense.
"I'll see you later then," you crouched down, sliding your hand from his head to his back. You got up and he meowed which sounded like a plea. "I'll be back, don't worry," you said, waving to him as you closed the door behind you.
He heard you lock the door and stalked back to his bed. He laid down, wallowing in the emptiness that you left him in.
Bucky's ears perked at the sound of the door being opened and the hallway light being flipped on. He jumped out of bed to welcome you but stopped when he found you with puffy, red eyes and tear-stained cheeks.
That jerk did it this time.
You kicked off your boots and dragged your feet down the hall, not even noticing he was there. And that hurt just a little. He followed behind you, examining the way your shoulders were drooped and how soft your sniffles sounded. If he had a heart, it'd ache for you.
You push open the door to your room and flop onto your bed. He stayed at the door, watching the way you cried for that stupid oaf, listening to your muffled sobs.
Bucky walks into the room and jumps onto the desk chair. He leaps onto your bed from there and makes his way over to you. He purrs against you, forcefully placing his head underneath your arm.
You look over to him and give him a small smile when you see the cowboy hat on his head. He's glad he could do that.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to ignore you," you said, your voice hoarse.
He didn't care if you ignored him. He just didn't want to have to hear you crying all night. He had sensitive ears and he liked his beauty sleep.
"You know, Mr. Barnaby," you said, as he purred against you. "Boys suck."
He stopped his ministrations and you chuckled.
"Okay, all boys but you," you fixed your statement while picking him up and placing him on top of you. "I'm never going to date again."
If Bucky could've rolled his eyes he would've.
"Yeah, uh-huh, that's what they all say"
You card your fingers through his fur and he finally admits that he likes it. It's quiet and he knows you're thinking about that gorilla. You choke up again as tears start to fall down the sides of your face. He listens quietly to your whimpers and sobs for what felt like forever. He didn't dare to move an inch. For some reason not wanting to leave you.
You should've seen it coming. The clues were all laid out for you. So he had no reason to pity you. You were foolish for believing in love while living in a world as rotten as this one. You brought it upon yourself. But even then he couldn't help but feel bad for his human.
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good evening amorina 🌠💞🌹 how are you holding up?? i do hope that you have been taking care of yourself properly and wish that today was a good day for you!! even if it was another bad one again, do remember that good days will come eventually, especially to good people like you 💖 (1/8)
"ahhhhh i apologize for not being able to write yesterday!! i tried really hard to but my narcolepsy went wooosh,, so i ended up passing out quickly,,, i'm very happy that you're more understanding than other people,, it makes life so much easier! i'm feeling much better today though, and my day was pretty good thankfully!! (2/8)
quinn is such a saint for always stepping in to alert you when something is wrong,, it helps me out a lot to know that someone is letting others know about situations, since i hate worrying people about things 🌺 oh, and those picrews from yesterday were so cute awaaaa!! the ones of you look so nice!!! it surprises me how accurate these anons are on nailing certain aspects of my appearance/clothing style,, its almost as if they know me irl hehe 💞 (3/8)
today was another modeling day, so the morning was packed full of preparations,, it was quite exhausting to finish! 😅 lots of hair products and makeup and spa masks and the like, but i had a friend there to keep me motivated, since i often fall asleep during the prep hours hehe,, eventually i was finally able to take the photos, which was very relaxing,, it's nice to just put music on in the background and pose however you want, my brain can run free for a bit during those bits! ✨ (4/8)
ooh, and i finally got some time to play the ukulele,, it's been a while since i last practiced, and luckily my skills didn't deteriorate at all! it's very relaxing for me to just sit in a room alone and play, especially if it's rainy outside! practice is so much easier when no one's around to hear it, so i don't have to worry about anyone walking in on me!! (6/8)
he apparently took photos of that and sent it to all of my friends,, which was a little embarrassing,, their responses were flustering 😖 but it was really comfy so i can't complain! 💫,, oh gosh, and the bunnies,, they were unusually cuddly today!! all four of them hopped up for hugs, and i ended up being buried in them,, i had to stay an extra hour because they all refused to get up,, now that was the highlight of my day! (besides talking to you of course! 🌹) (7/8?)
oh my, i always seem to finish these at such a late hour,, it's time for bed then! goodnight my dear morgy, make sure to sleep well and start off tomorrow with something nice, i'll be waiting to write again! 💝💝💝 - con amore, your loving waifu 💗💗💗💗💗💗 ps: don't worry about no simp september caro, i may have failed on the first day too because i get to talk to you 😳💕💕💕 (8/8)"
Darling u sly fox u saying that u failed no simp november bc of me😳😳😳 i doubt i could be that wig snatching just as the month started b u t 👁️👁️
Its fine if u got to rest a little and did not write for a day ofc and wow ukulele?? Tbh ukulele give off some very unique and soft vibes to me (same for the ppl that play em) so like....it really fits u jxjxndd at this point what can u do😩😩😩 c o n c e r t w h e n ?
And damn it really do b sounding like vogue waifu is becoming more and more real and im all for it sis👀 eye literally cannot wait to see/hear more abt this entire modelling thing and maybe i will b able to do ur makeup and vice versa one day...although im p bad at doing it for others as opposed to applying it on my own face rip
Quinn do b highkey iconic ngl and i stan them for always popping in and letting us know how ur doing...and i'll say this and imma say it forever: u and the bunnies radiate b i g disney energy lmao
#darling i bein s m o o t h af#but let me b smoother:#what if u played ukulele around me someday and i attempted to sing smth with u#haha jk u n l e s s#the confessional
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c.z.k. - high school (Part 2)
PART 1 / PART 3
Note: I was asked to turn this into a longer story, so here’s part 2! I don’t know in what direction to necessary go with this and how to end/wrap it up, so if you have any ideas message me pls! I’ll try to make this a 5-part-imagine.
Also: Edwin crackhead hours have arrived. Again
“So, you’re cool with that?!” Edwin shouted in disbelief.
Nearly four months had passed since my little moment with Zion and a lot had happened during this time. After the party, everything seemed to go smoothly between us. Probably way too smoothly. We spent most of our free-time together, doing god knows what. However, at the end we decided we would be better off as just friends. He reasoned that it was unfair to the boys and only made the whole group dynamic odd. I was okay with that. Okay, scratch that, I wasn’t okay with that. But I wasn’t going to throw a fit or anything and honestly it ended up working out better than I would have thought.
“Sure, why shouldn’t I?” I asked. This only made me earn a scoff from him. “Are you okay? Do you have a fever or something? Did you catch a cold?” Edwin pressed the back of his hand against my forehead, trying to see if I was indeed getting sick. “Stop that” Nick mumbled, swatting his hand away from me. “Bro, she’s okay with that, though!”. The neighboring table turned around giving us glares for being so loud. “Excuse my little idiotic friend over there” Austin apologized in behalf of Ed. He was just about to protest when he got interrupted by Brandon. “She’s okay with what …?”.
He had spent half of the lunch-time in the art room, trying to compose a beat he couldn’t get out of his head and for which he might have earned himself detention from our English teacher for “making too much noise during class”.
“She’s okay with Z and Asya hanging out” “Hanging out? Since when is that a problem? They are friends I thought?”. Edwin slapped him across the back of his head. “Are y’all dumb or are y’all stupid?! They are dating or something, Ion even know. But I for sure saw ‘em swap spit earlier this morning and thinking about it now: B, you can have my lunch. I lost my appetite.” He shoved his tray in Brandon’s direction, who didn’t even notice judging from his perplex expression towards me. “So, you’re trying to tell me that Z is with Asya – the girl who he said was like a cousin –“ “Correction, he said little sister” Nick chimed in. The boy with glasses shook his head. “Alright, who he said was like a little sister. And you’re cool with that? Even though that’s low key incest-y If I might add. Besides, do I have to remind you that not even a month ago he broke things off out of nowhere with the shittiest of the shittiest excuses? You cried for the whole weekend!”.
He was right. I had cried about it for three days straight. I really didn’t mean to, but somehow, I guess I liked him more than I wanted to admit. The first night the boys had made it their mission to cheer me up, but once they realized it wasn’t working, they just joined me and my pity party with some Ben & Jerry’s. At some point, Edwin even shed a tear or two. “I just don’t know if I should be sad that my favorite ship just sank or if I should beat his lanky ass for breaking my twin’s heart!” he exclaimed.
“I know, but I’m over it now” I poked in my salad. “And frankly, he is too by the looks of it”. I really didn’t mean to look over to her table. It just happened for a split second. Of course, it was right in the moment he was leaning in, giving her a kiss on the lips. She was blushing like mad. “This is so disgusting. Here, you can have my lunch” Brandon slid the tray - that originally was Edwin’s - into Austin’s direction. “I just don’t get it, man. Zion really liked you. Why did he pull that move on you?” Nick asked. No one could answer him. All of our gazes were pointed in their direction. After what felt like years, I decided that enough was enough and got up. “Yo, where you goin’? We still need to talk about this” Edwin stopped me to pull me down again. Though, I ended up sitting on his lap instead of my original spot, he seemed to not care. He was determined to get the truth out of me. If there was one thing you needed to know about Edwin, it was that he cared about his family dearly. Whenever one of his siblings was sad, he automatically was sad, too. Ever since I moved in, that same rule applied to me.
“You want the truth?” I said annoyed. All I wanted was to get out of here, in all honesty. The feeling of humiliation was getting stronger by the second. He just nodded cautiously, as if he didn’t know whether or not to answer me. “I feel like shit” I said, feeling a little bit relieved to finally speak my mind. “He’s annoying me. Just last month he was all into me and suddenly he’s with her?! Plus, what type of shitty excuse is that?” my voice was starting to tremble at this point.“It’s unfair to the boys and makes the whole group dynamic odd” I mocked him. “I am really starting to think that I was just pass-time to him and that makes me mad. It’s really unfair, okay?! If you like someone else, why in the flying fuck would you even get involved with me? Ugh, fuck this shit. I don’t even wanna be his friend anymore. Seeing his face makes me wanna beat his ass and I ain’t about that life. My momma raised me better than beating the ass of a bean stick!”.
Once I was finished with my rant, I finally dared to look at the boys. All of them had shock written all over their faces. “Aye, Ma” Nick spoke first. “You should’ve told us earlier. We would’ve checked him and at least made sure he wouldn’t be all lovey-dovey with her in your presence”. All I did was sigh.
“I don’t know what to say. Or feel” Austin looked so helpless. He was struggling to find the right comforting words and suddenly I felt horrible for dragging them into my stupid problems. “It’s alright. You don’t have to say anything. I will get over it at some point. It’s not like he’s the only cute boy in New York”. “That’s right, I’m cuter” Edwin tried to lighten the mood and it actually worked. We were all laughing before the bell rang, signaling that class was starting soon.
After school, Edwin immediately drove us both home, so I could take a nap before the boys came over. As soon as I was in my bed, I of course was struggling to fall asleep. “Can you come over? I can’t sleep” I spoke into the phone. Not even ten seconds later, Edwin barged into my room, getting under the covers with me. The fact we got so close over the last few months was making me happy, to say the least. It wasn’t weird to share a bed with each other, we were siblings after all. “We shared a womb, we might as well be able to share a bed” he had said jokingly one day. The silence was comforting me in a way I couldn’t explain in words.
“Fuck Z”. Him suddenly speaking shook me out of my thoughts. “I mean, don’t fuck him. But fuck him. You know?”. Sometimes, it was hard for Edwin to find the right words. It wasn’t because he didn’t know what to say, but rather the fact he had so many things to say that it just ended up blocking his mind ultimately. “I know”.
“This is some sweet home alabama shit” “Shut up, Austin. They just fell asleep together, no big deal” “Okay guys, but I’m getting hungry. Should we wake ‘em up now?”. His body started to shift beneath me, both of us fully waking up by the noise the others were making. “Good morning, honey bubbas!” all three of them were towering over us. The sight was rather scary, with their creepy grins plastered on their faces. “What time is it?” Edwin asked sleepily. He seemed a bit disoriented. “Time for you to get up and make us some food! Mama Honoret went out with the niñitos, so we’re all by ourselves”.
Slowly, we got out of bed to go find something to eat in the kitchen. Ding Dong. The doorbell rang. “Do you guys expect someone?” I asked confused. None of them were able to meet my eyes, looking slightly uncomfortable and at a loss for words. Instead of waiting for a reply, I went straight to the door to open it. “Wait!” “Hold up!” “Don’t” “No!”. Too late. There he stood, three boxes of pizza in his hands. “Uhm, hey”. My first instinct was to slam the door shut in his face and cuss the others out for not telling me sooner. However, on second thought, I decided against it. “Hi. Come in, I guess”. Awkwardly, he greeted his friends and made his way towards the kitchen to put the food on the counter. “So, uhm how about we watch some Netflix while we eat? On My Block sounds good?” Edwin tried to distract from the obvious thick tension in the air. I wasn’t going to ruin what should’ve been a chill night with my favorite people (minus Caleb) and just said “Sure, sounds good”.
The whole night was spent with Zion staring me down from his seat and Edwin exaggeratedly laughing at the funny moments to avoid the awkward atmosphere. Brandon was busy shoving his face with pizza – probably so that he didn’t have to speak. Nick and Austin were arguing about the gang situation in Freeridge. “If he wants his little brother to live a better life, then why is he dragging him into it? Isn’t he the gang leader or something? Just let your brother go to school and boom, problem solved” “It’s not that easy, bro! You want Oscar to lose his street credibility? Might as well put his clown suit on already”.
When I shifted to find a better position, his eyes were still on me. So, I decided to send him a quick text in hopes of making him stop.
< Dude, stop staring. Ur making me mad >
< I’m not staring, u must be trippin shawty >
< first of all, you’ve been staring since season 1 chapter 2. We’re on season 2 now. Second of all, if you call me shawty one more time imma rip ur ass open >
He visibly gulped at my last sentence, contemplating what to reply but ultimately deciding against it and sliding his phone back into his back pocket. Quietly, he stood up exclaiming to the group that he had to leave. A loud sigh of relief left Brandon’s lips, as if he had been waiting for this moment the whole night. “Thank god” he mumbled lowly, yet everyone could hear him clearly but decided to ignore it. “I’ll see you guys on Monday”. With that, he immediately left.
“I think I’ll call it a night. Haven’t really slept well recently”. It was true, I could barely fall asleep nowadays. Tired or not, the night wasn’t my best friend anymore. Everything was keeping me up. The drama with Caleb, the new life I yet had to adjust to – the boys made it easier, though -, and the passing of my parents. It was all too much at once. How was I supposed to comprehend all of this in just a matter of three months? Exactly, there was no waysomeone could deal with that in such a short period of time. The first couple of weeks I was as good as could be expected under the circumstances, but now it all seemed to slowly catch up on me.
“What! No! This was supposed to be a chill night, followed by the best sleepover of all time!”Edwin stood up, trying to make me stay by hugging my body tightly. “Yeah, you can’t leave! Not when Edwin is acting like a crackhead again” Brandon said, his arms securely wrapped around my shoulders. “Aight, I guess it’s group hug hours”. Soon, I found myself squished between not only Ed and B, but also Nick and later even Austin. “Okay, you guys won. I’ll stay”. They cheered at their victory, all pulling away at once. “But” This made everyone look at me suspiciously. “We’re gonna do a beauty-night!” I exclaimed happily with the biggest smile on my face. “Oh hell nah, I’m out!” Edwin crossed his arms, slightly turning away with his nose all scrunched up and brows furrowed. To be honest, he looked like a baby right now. “… unless this means I’m allowed to use that weird blue face mask from Lush?” he asked full of hope. “Yeah, why not”.
In a matter of minutes, we were all piled up on my bed, discussing what face mask would be the best for whom. “Your skin’s whack! Go put that charcoal one on, do something nice for your pores for once” Ed threw the bottle with the black liquid at Nick who grumpily obliged and started to apply it all over his face. “This feels nice. What exactly is that?” Brandon was looking curiously at the big tube in his hands, examining it in hopes of understanding what he just put on his skin. “It’s clay” I told him. “Clay” he repeated quietly and slowly, to no one in particular. Shaking my head with a content smile on my lips, I turned to Austin to see how he was holding up. We decided to let him try a bubble mask but looking at it now we might have made the wrong decision. Every inch of his face was covered in bubbles, and when I say every inch, I mean Every. Inch. Of. His. Precious. Face. “My eyes are burning, is this normal?”. “… Yes” I lied. Grabbing a wet cloth, I softly started rubbing the mask off of him before he ended up blind.
“Okay, what’s next? Do we paint each other’s nails? Do we play pillow fight? Do we talk about our menstrual cycle?”.
“What the fuck, Edwin?!”.
“Hey! Nothing wrong with talking about periods. It’s a natural thing and frankly, it’s actually good to talk about it with your friends to see, if – “
“Of course it’s a normal thing to talk about, but I think you might’ve forgotten something”.
Edwin looked at Brandon quizzingly. “We don’t have a uterus”.
“… Oh”.
Sometimes, he was just too much, but that’s why we loved him. “I think it’s time for bed, boys”. Reluctantly, they got up and lied on their designated air mattresses. “But Edwin can sleep in your bed? That’s so rude, Ma”. “Shut up, shark boy. I’m her twin, that’s just how we roll” he laughed evilly before turning the lights off and saying our good nights to each other.
“If it bothers you so much, why don’t you just tell him?” B looked at the direction my eyes were trained on. Zion would whisper something into Asya’s ear, making her giggle, then he would whisper something else, making her giggle again and so on. I was getting aggravated. “Can’t. That’s super awkward. I wish he’d just use one of his last functioning three brain cells to consider my feelings and not do all that while we share the same class”. Cleaning his glasses with his cotton shirt, he took his time to say something. “Tell him just that”. Turning around, I rolled my eyes at him. “Caleb, stooop!” she giggled for what felt like the millionth time. Before I knew what was happening, I was right in front of Zion dragging him out of the class and into the empty hallway. “What’s your problem?!” I shouted into his face. “My problem? No, what’s your problem?!”. I was this close to just going back in and ignoring him for the rest of my life, but something inside of me told me to keep going. It was now or never. “My problem is” I began. “You’re so fucking annoying and mean and selfish as fuck, only caring about yourself and never considering other people’s feelings! As if it wasn’t shitty enough how you broke things off, no you also have to flaunt your fling-”I knew it wasn’t just a fling, but honestly? I didn’t give a damn. He was rude, so I was being rude. “- into my face! Be secretive! Or at least just stop when I’m around. That’s all I’m asking from you”.
He didn’t say a single word. Not one. Instead he was searching my eyes, trying to see if I really meant what I just said. Seconds passed, turning into minutes. “Aren’t you going to say something? Defend yourself or whatever?”. Him staying silent made my blood boil because I felt ignored and just really stupid for straight up having an outburst without it affecting him. “There’s nothing to defend because you’re right. About everything. And I’m sorry for not realizing sooner how shitty I was behaving”. To say I was taken aback was an understatement. “That’s all?”. The silence was killing me and all I wanted was to go back to class. “No”. Grabbing my hand, he pulled me towards his chest. “What are you do-“ “Shut up”.
Next thing I knew, (I was pregnant) I felt his lips grazing mine and before I could stop him, he had already fully kissed me. I wanted to feel repulsed, I wanted to feel disgusted, I wanted to feel mad. But I couldn’t. I had missed him and I couldn’t deny it. When I pulled away, he tried to make me stay in place. That’s when my senses came back to me and reality hit me. “Dude, what’s wrong with you?! You have a new girl, remember?”. I pushed his chest, freeing myself. Once I was about to open the door again, I noticed that Zion still hadn’t moved an inch. Turning around, I wanted to tell him to move his ass back to class before both of us would get in trouble. But he never gave me a chance at that.
“I know, but I can’t get my real girl outta my head”.
Also2: I don’t know if I like this part, it’s more of a filler. I tried to put the focus on the relationship between her and Edwin, but also tried to give glimpses of the friendship between her and the rest of the boys. Zion isn’t included much because he’s always hanging out with that other chick. This part is set during the time where both of them try to avoid each other, so I wanted to make it as realistic as possible.
Let me know what your favorite part or line was! Hope you liked it xx
- Cami
#brandon arreaga#brandon arreaga imagines#brandon arreaga imagine#edwin honoret#edwin honoret imagine#edwin honoret imagines#austin porter#austin porter imagines#austin porter imagine#nick mara#nick mara imagines#nick mara imagine#zion kuwonu#zion kuwonu imagines#zion kuwonu imagine#pm#prettymuch#pm imagine#pm imagines#prettymuch imagines#prettymuch blurbs#pm blurbs#fanfic#pm fanfic#love
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A Rose For A Valentine
Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/???
Word Count: 1504
Cast:
Lochesis Lodgick (logic). Lo, Lochy, Sisi for nicknames
Pandora Morralitie (morality) Panda, Pan, Dora, Pancake for nicknames
Rose Kreativve (creativity) Ro, Princess for nicknames
Valentine Anxxiatie (anxiety) Val, Valen for nicknames
Dahlia Desceat (deceit) Dahl, Di, Dahli for nicknames
Ruby Kreativve (Remus/intrusive thoughts) Ru, Ruru for nicknames
Riley Sleapp (Sleep) Riy, Lili for nicknames
Emily Picani (Emile) Em, Emmy for nicknames
Trigger warnings: Verbally fighting, Breakdowns, mentions of sex, uncensored swearing, fake friends
Chapter 3
Rose walked out of the classroom, knowing Pandora would be calling her later to ask why she'd lied.
Rose didn't ride the bus home.
She never had.
She just didn't want that stupid emo nightmare trying to talk to her, no matter what the reason.
"Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid…!" Rose muttered to herself as she stormed out of the building. So much for a good first day of school…
What had happened at lunch was a nightmare that wouldn't be easily forgiven, regardless of the fact that Valentine wouldn't have had any way of knowing.
~~•~~
"It's none of your business who Pandora is friends with!" Valentine shouted. "And who's to say that maybe she'd rather be friends with someone who's deeper than a puddle on the sidewalk!"
Rose's mind jumped into action. This emo was starting to cross over the line of things Rose was willing to put up with.
"Are you calling me shallow?!" Rose yelled, holding a hand up to her chest dramatically on instinct, having her friend's joke and tease with her about the subject in the past. This was different.
"If by shallow you mean that I wouldn't get my feet wet if I stepped in you with no shoes on then yes."
Rose was furious now. "Bitch!! Who the hell are you to tell me who I am?!"
"I don't have to; it's written all over your everything!"
"At least I try and be friendly instead of hiding in the back of the classroom and sulking like someone just killed my dog!!"
"Well at least I know my friends want to be my friends!!!"
Rose stopped and fell back on her fears.
They're just sticking around out of pity.
They're not real friends.
They'll all leave eventually.
They don't really want to be around you.
Rose didn't hear the emo try and keep the fight going, she just turned and walked off, unable to get a grip on her emotions. She clenched her fists and held her breath, fighting down her bitter thoughts.
Lochesis finally caught Rose's shoulder, snapping the redhead back to reality.
"Rose, hold on-" Lochesis started but was cut off when she saw Rose fighting back her tears.
"What if she's right though…!" Rose finally choked out, her voice just barely a squeak.
Lochesis didn't hesitate in embracing the golden eyed girl, letting her friend take a few shaky and choked sobs into her shirt. The tall girl lead Rose over to the stairwell a few steps away and say her friend down on the bottom steps, soothing her long-time childhood friend with coos and quiet shushs.
Pandora jogged up to the pair and struck Rose with a soft and tight hug, comforting the girl back into reality.
"I'm okay now…" Rose said, swallowing down her tears.
As her distress fell away, anger quickly rose to replace it.
Rose clenched her fists again. "That stupid bitch is gonna get what's coming to her, just you wait. I'll-"
Pandora quickly jumped up. "NO!!" She shouted. Seeing Rose and Lochesis startle, she calmed her voice. "No. Listen I know Val hurt your feelings, but she didn't know that, A, you have self esteem issues, and, B, that it would hurt you that much." Pandora's big blue eyes pleaded from behind her glasses. "Please give her at least a chance? She's been my best friend since I was like two years old and she's got no other friends. And if you two ended up fighting, well…" Pandora paused, thinking about the situation and shook her head as if clearing it of unkind thoughts. "It'd be sad!!" She stated plainly.
Rose slouched her shoulders. "Did you even hear what she said?" Her eyes glared down at the tiled floor. "And I don't think she'd be one to actually even want to make up with me." Rose gestured down the hallway back to the cafeteria. "I mean look at her!! She looks like Tim Burton hand crafted her and through some satanic experiment brought her to life!!"
Lochesis looked at Rose curiously. "Didn't you mention this morning how much you love Nightmare Before Christmas?"
Rose waved a hand at her friend. "Shut up, just...shuuu."
Pandora pouted. "You're not even gonna try?" She asked dejectedly.
Rose looked down and picked at the holes in her jeans. She finally stood up, throwing her hands over her head. "Fine!" She huffed. Pandora started clapping her hands before Rose pointed at her. "But I'm still not talking to her today! It'll have to wait till tomorrow or something."
Pandora still bounced a little. "Yay~!! I'm glad you're not giving up on my strange dark daughter!!"
"What even-" Lochesis started to question before Rose's huffing interrupted her.
"God what a shitty day this is turning out to be…" Rose groaned.
Pandora gasped and stood on her tiptoes to cover her girlfriend's ears. "GASP!! Watch your language, Rose! We don't want the human computer learning it, you don't know WHO she'll start repeating it to!"
Lochesis pulled the honey haired girl's hands off the side of her head, settling for them draping over her shoulders. "I'm not a child, Pandora, I know swear words," she leaned her head back to smile at the short girl. "But thank you for worrying, darling." She winked and Pandora nearly fell over herself.
Rose rolled her eyes, smiling widely. "You two are sickeningly adorable." They laughed together as the bell rung and they parted ways.
As soon as her friend's were out of sight, the bright smile faded from Rose's face entirely.
"Well at least I know my friends want to be my friends!!!"
Was Valentine right?
Rose couldn't help but feel that maybe she was.
~~•~~
Rose waited outside the school thinking about the day. Rose had only grown more upset when she'd found out that the emo was in her chemistry class as well.
Rose shook herself and stood straighter. C'mon, I bet she's not that bad. She's just a little prickly, that’s all. We can make up tomorrow and then everything will be fine! She told herself.
"Ro-ro!!" A girl that looked strikingly similar to Rose ran up to her. "Guess What?!"
Rose have an exasperated sigh and rolled her eyes. "Please don't tell me you damaged my reputation again, Ruby…"
Ruby giggled and shook her head. "Oh no, I do that on the daily, I don't have to try to do that!" Rose made an offended noise before Ruby had to dodge a playful battering from her sister. "I got a GIRLFRIEND!!" She shouted gleefully.
Rose stood shocked in the middle of the walkway as she watched her sister. "You What?!" She nearly shrieked.
Ruby nodded up and down. "Yep!! You heard me right! Duchess Trash-Bitch landed herself a date with only the most suave girl in school!!"
Rose snorted. "Pah-lease, Ruby, I don't think that's possible seeing as we're sisters, so go check your facts."
Ruby pushed Rose so hard she fell into a bush. "You think you're so high and mighty but whatever. Besides, Dahlia is way cuter than you'd ever hope to be, loser."
Rose stopped. "Dahlia? As in stage director Dahlia?" Rose thought to their student director for last year's winter play. She had known that Ruby and her had become good friends after that year, but she didn't know they'd become that close.
Ruby nodded happily. "Yep!! That's my girl!!" Ruby sighed happily. "Heheh...Imma fuck her so-"
"GROSS, RUBY!!!" Rose shouted, shoving her sister. "I don't wanna hear about your gross fantasies!! Keep them to yourself, will ya?!"
Ruby cackled maniacally. "I was kidding!! Mostly…" She added the last part a bit quieter.
"In any case I still don't want to hear about your gross sex fantasies! Keep those and whatever other disgusting thoughts you have to your self!" Rose said.
Rose and Ruby were twin sisters, the only thing telling them apart being a small mole under Ruby's left eye and Ruby's slight height difference, Rose being just a tad shorter. They were best friends- partners in crime! Ruby was always the one to mature up and console Rose after failed auditions and fights, and Rose would always sit there listening to Ruby’s bad days and grievances. They were as close as two sisters could be. A team.
As Ruby went on and on about how wonderful Dahlia was, Rose was finding it harder and harder to keep up her smile.
First Lochy and Panda, now Ruby and Dahlia… Rose thought. Everyone seems to have someone in their lives but me...I wonder who else will beat me to the stage of romance…
The two girls finally got home where Ruby very excitedly and loudly announced her new girlfriend to their parents, who delightfully listened to her rant about her day till dinner was done.
Rose picked at her food and got up before it was finished. "I'm gonna go take a shower."
"Don't drown!!" Ruby called after her sister.
Rose turned on the water and stepped inside before curling up and hugging her knees to her chest.
She thought of the entire day and what Valentine had said.
And Rose began to cry, letting the sound of the water mask her sobs as she let the day wash over her and down the drain.
Hey y’all, sorry this is so late! It’s a short chapter I know, but I hope you liked it! I don’t really have much of an excuse for having this out so late, I just kinda had life catch up to me and lost a ton of motivation. despite that, I had fun writing this in the last hour-ish or so! Hope you liked it!!
Okay so I just edited this and wow there were a lot of things I messed up. In my defense, I wrote and posted this at like midnight. In any case I fixed it, so I hope you find this version a bit better!
And one last thing before I go; I drew all of the main cast for A Rose For A Valentine (Valentine, Rose, Pandora, Lochesis) Would all of you like to see them all?
Okay that’s it, love you all byyee~!!
#thomas sanders#logicality#prinxiety#sanders sides fic#gender bend AU#highschool au#virgil sanders#roman sanders#logan sanders#patton sanders#remus sanders#sanders sides
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so like, I can imagine little spidey or bitsy going to Pete for dating advice, and immediately regretting it cause Peter's history of romance is a trash fire.
Agreed!
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Louis didn’t know what Miles was expecting. They had all beenstanding right next to Spidey as he’d tried to seduce the Black Cat into givinghim her rightfully stolen flashdrive. Standing right there, in the bubble offailure and embarrassment.
Louis had this reaction to seeing other people ruthlessly embarrassingthemselves; it made him want to jump off the closest tall surface.
And yet.
And yet.
“Do not try tohold girls’ hands, Miles, if you try to hold girls’ hands you will stick andyou will both die.”
“But—”
“No holding any boys hands either, it’s worse.”
“I don’t want to hold anyone’s hand, I was just asking—”
“And don’t even fucking think about trying to kiss no one,kid. You too, Angel. That’s how you end up over an acid bath. They get youevery time, I swear. Oh. And if they’re pretty and smart, they’re your enemy. Do not—I repeat—do not sleepwith the enemy.”
“But Big Peter said—”
Spidey did not care even the slightest bit what Big Peter—thescruffy hobo-Spidey—thought. He never had, he never would. As far as Spidey wasconcerned, Big Peter was an anomaly across all the multiverses. Despite thefact that both Big Peter and Blond Peter were married to essentially the samelady. Louis wondered if the reminder made Spidey self-conscious.
“I don’t want to sleep with anyone,” Miles said with frustratedhands. “I just asked you if we have a Gwen.”
“ABSOLUTELY NOT, CHILD. SHE IS LIKE, TWICE YOUR AGE.”
Again. They should have known better.
“Wait, you know our Gwen?” Miles asked.
“I know no one! I haven’t met anyone in my life!”
“Spidey, you know her? Where is she? Is she like us?”
“Wow, would you look at the time, it’s ‘gotta go’ o’clock.”
Angel gasped.
“You dog,” shesaid. “You absolute dog.”
It was actually pretty amazing just how many people Spideyhad lured into bed with him, despite his supreme awkwardness. He definitely puton a cool Spiderman act when they were out, but Louis wasn’t sure he’d call it ‘sexy’so much as ‘charming.’
“I don’t want to talk about it!”
“She is sixteen years old, you piece of shit,” Angel said.
“She is not!” Spidey defended. “She is 24 and so beautiful you could cry but alsovery, very angry. At me. For the restof time?”
Louis could no longer be surprised by this man.
“I’m telling Big Peter,” Miles announced.
“No, you will not,” Spidey snarled, fully aware of thecontext that this declaration would be torn out of.
“Too late—Blond Spidey!”
“Shut up!”
“Blond Spidey!!”
Miles could do this and Spidey could do this, but, try asthey might, Louis and Angel could not. Kind of a bummer, also kind of a relief.Louis emphatically did not want superpowers.
“Sup, bub?” Blond Spidey was secretly heart-attack Spidey.Guy just popped out of thin air all the fucking time.
Miles pointed at Spidey, horrified.
“Peter slept with Gwen,” he tattled.
“Our Gwen,” Spidey said over him, “Our Gwen.”
Man. Where was that cliff? Angel was dying, but Louis neededto actually fall to his death immediately.
“Dude,” Blond Spidey said.
“NO. No. Not like, ourGwen,” Spidey clarified, whirling a finger between all three of them, “Like, our Gwen.” He gestured to himself andMiles.
Blondie’s mask stayed exactly the same.
“Dude,” he said again.
“SHE’S 24. WE DID UNDERGRAD TOGETHER.”
Ah. Finally. Explanation.
“I dunno, man. That’s still getting’ kinda sticky for me,”Blondie said, edging away.
Spidey scoffed.
“As if you haven’t fucked half your cohort,” he spatviciously.
Silence.
“Uh, no? No, why the ever-loving fuck would I do that?”Blondie asked.
Kinda put Spidey in a hard place.
“Be…cause? They are objectively hot and good people?” hetried. Blondie’s mask quirked up just the tiniest bit with his eyebrowunderneath it.
“You know what? I think this is a B conversation, Imma C myway out of it, hang tight.”
“Nooooo,” Spidey moaned.
Big Peter was scathing. Big Peter took the informationbrought to light with his hands on his hips and then cleared his throat. Louisneeded a cliff, asap. He could feel the embarrassment starting to sour histeeth.
“No one,” Big Peter said, “Is fucking anyone on the Spideyteam, y’all hear me?”
Yes, sir. Please god, do not go on, sir.
“You do not shit where you eat.”
Wise words, thank you, please leave immediately.
“Bitsy, come here. Tats, condom.”
“WHAT.”
“You have one, don’t play. Wallet. Gimme.”
Yeah, so this was happening. Cliff, cliff, cliff—where arethou? Louis’s only true love.
“This is amazing,” Angel muttered out of the corner of hermouth, elbowing Louis with zero respect for his fragile state of being.
“I don’t—” Miles choked, “I—My dad already showed—that wasn’teven the question I asked.”
Big Peter paused in haranguing Spidey and released him tohiss for the time being.
“Oh. What’d you ask, then?”
“I literally just want to know when people are supposed tostart, you know, getting crushes or whatever.”
A long pause.
“Aw, kiddo. It’ll happen when it happens, some people never feel‘em ‘til afterwards and some people just never get ‘em. Don’t put so muchpressure on yourself,” Big Peter said like an honest-to-god champion. The trueSpiderman. They should swap Spidey for him, if for nothing else, to spare Louis’sblood pressure.
Angel huffed.
“Boring,” she said.
No, girl. Just. No.
#fic#inimitable verse#into the multiverse#Tats just loves people who love him#until they do not#and then he's like fuck#MJ and Ned keep him honest these days#ficlet
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Nobody ever sends these asks so imma do ‘em all.
lets get personal.
1: 6 of the songs you listen to most?
Um, right now? I really don’t know... Probably Panic! at the Disco’s new Pray for the Wicked album. Eh,,, Dancing’s Not A Crime, Say Amen, High Hopes, Old Fashioned, and then a couple older one’s, maybe Don’t Threaten Me With A Good Time and Miss Jackson.
2: If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?
Jeremy. My crush from summer camp. Just to see him again instead of having to wait 10 months (that is if I can afford it when the time comes -- otherwise I may never see him again). So not exactly ‘meeting’, but.... Celebrity-wise, I don’t know. Perhaps Kamala Harris, a California politician.
3: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17.
“DNA is often too small to obtain reliable results.” (my forensic textbook)
4: What do you think about most?
I dunno... stuff.
5: What does your latest text message from someone else say?
[sleepy face emoji]
6: Do you sleep with or without clothes on?
Usually underwear... it really depends whether or not I’m wearing a shirt.
7: What’s your strangest talent?
I don’t know... I can rap, which isn’t strange per say but it’s weird to me.
8: Girls… (finish the sentence); Boys… (finish the sentence)
Girls are freaking amazing; Boys are freaking amazing too.
9: Ever had a poem or song written about you?
Yes, 2. The negative anon and the positive anon.
10: When is the last time you played the air guitar?
Last night, with my 1 year old sister, to Nirvana.
11: Do you have any strange phobias?
I’m afraid of fire. Like, touching fire or using an oven or working with boiling water.
12: Ever stuck a foreign object up your nose?
No, I have never stuck a foreign object up my nose.
13: What’s your religion?
Atheist, but I have a lot of opinions about philosophy and faith.
14: If you are outside, what are you most likely doing?
Going inside. Or ‘playing’ with my brother.
15: Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?
Behind! I love photography! Not photogenic at all though.
16: Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band?
Well my favorite band song of all time is Smells Like Teen Spirit by Nirvana, but they’re not my favorite band. I’d have to say Twenty One Pilots or Panic! at the Disco.
17: What was the last lie you told?
‘No, I have never stuck a foreign object up my nose.’
18: Do you believe in karma?
Not as a Universal phenomena. But yeah, what goes around comes around.
19: What does your URL mean?
Um, ‘writersblock’ was taken. Shocking, right? My main, ‘almondivory’ is more interesting. It’s for my best friend Amber and me, Ian. And her shade of foundation is almond. And mine is ivory. So it all worked out.
20: What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength?
Greatest weakaness is probably laziness. Greatest strength? Passion.
21: Who is your celebrity crush?
Olivia Wilde, Jennifer Lawrence, Rihanna, Beyonce, Kristen Stewart, Penelope Cruz, and Michelle Pfeiffer are all contenders. Yeah, Tyler Joseph and Brendon Urie too.
22: Have you ever gone skinny dipping?
Not since I was little.
23: How do you vent your anger?
Sulk. Listen to soft emo music.
24: Do you have a collection of anything?
Mental disorders.
25: Do you prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online?
Online.
26: Are you happy with the person you’ve become?
Not yet.
27: What’s a sound you hate; sound you love?
I HATE nails on a chalkboard.
28: What’s your biggest “what if”?
‘What if I was rich’? Or ‘what if i was hot’? Or, perhaps, ‘what if i was straight?’
29: Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens?
No. And I think there’s a possibility of some form of life from elsewhere in the universe, but not mainstream aliens.
30: Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm.
Saydon. My neighbor in class. He’s looking at me strangely now. On the left, a cheap “wall” (room divisor).
31: Smell the air. What do you smell?
Not much. A hint of coffee.
32: What’s the worst place you have ever been to?
I don’t know... most recently, my brother’s bathroom. It’s supposed to be ‘ours’ but I can’t stand it.
33: Choose: East Coast or West Coast?
EAST COAST
34: Most attractive singer of your opposite gender?
Well, my biological sex is female, even though I am nonbinary. So I’ll go with a male singer (also because there are too many hot girls to choose from) ... Shawn Mendes. Or Tyler Joseph or Brendon Urie.
35: To you, what is the meaning of life?
This is to complicated. It’s not that I don’t have opinions (i have many) but when i talk about this I talk for almost 2 hours and 40 minutes. Yes, I’ve been timed.
36: Define Art.
Creative expression.
37: Do you believe in luck?
Not really? I’m unsure what this means exactly.
38: What’s the weather like right now?
I’m in class, but when I got here it was clear and a little damp.
39: What time is it?
10:41am Tuesday October 30th
40: Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed?
No. Too young (14). But yes. I was in a bad car crash summer 2017.
41: What was the last book you read?
Textbook: for my forensic anthropology class. Otherwise: Summer Reading by Hilma Wolitzer
42: Do you like the smell of gasoline?
Yes!
43: Do you have any nicknames?
By birth name is Fiona. Only one person in the world is allowed to call me Fifi. Otherwise, Ian, Ean, E.K, and E.L. (@scholarlypidgeot)
44: What was the last film you saw?
Not sure if it was Ocean’s 8 or Dangerous Minds.
45: What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had?
Physical? Not sure.
46: Have you ever caught a butterfly?
Yeah, probably, but not for long. I raised caterpillars into butterflies onse.
47: Do you have any obsessions right now?
No, I said, like a liar.
48: What’s your sexual orientation?
Demi-ace.
49: Ever had a rumour spread about you?
Yes. So many.
50: Do you believe in magic?
Not in the way you’re asking.
51: Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong?
No, unfortunately. I forgive too easily and I keep going back to the same abusive friendship.
52: What is your astrological sign?
Virgo, I believe. Sept. 16.
53: Do you save money or spend it?
If it’s my own, save up. Somebody’s else? Spend.
54: What’s the last thing you purchased?
2 coffees and a brownie. I’m healthy.
55: Love or lust?
Love.
56: In a relationship?
No.
57: How many relationships have you had?
1 (but liked 3 people).
58: Can you touch your nose with your tongue?
Yes.
59: Where were you yesterday?
Home.
60: Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you?
Yes. A couple of the flowers on my bag are pinkish-purple. My Ziploc bags have blue and pink strips. My jacket is galaxy-patterned and has a little pink in it. Otherwise, no.
61: Are you wearing socks right now?
Yes. Black with white stars, constellations, and cresecent moons. Mid-calf. Warm.
62: What’s your favourite animal?
Dolphin, elephant, owl, cat, or dog.
63: What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you?
I ... don’t have one.
64: Where is your best friend?
About an hour away. She moved at the beginning of the month (had lived literally right across the road, like we could whisper to each other from each other’s yards.
65: Give me your top 5 favourite blogs on Tumblr.
@thethew @gottaenjoythelittlethingzz @blacktwittercomedy @badjokesbyjeff @writersupportgroup
66: What is your heritage?
English, Scottish, Polish, German. I am a white boi/girl.
67: What were you doing last night at 12AM?
Sleeping, oddly.
68: What do you think is Satan’s last name?
Never thought about it.
69: Be honest. Ever gotten yourself off?
It ... depends on your definition? Think it’s pretty safe to say no.
70: Are you the kind of friend you would want to have as a friend?
No.
71: You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do?
Save the fucking dog!
72: You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid?
a) Yes.
b) I honestly have no idea. Probably contact all my friends from summer camp and tell them how much I love them and the camp. And find Jeremy, my summer camp crush, and tell him that I liked him.
c) Yes.
73: You can only have one of these things; trust or love.
Why?! I’d have to say trust. To not be trusted would drive me insane. And not being able to trust anyone would be awful. But love... I mean, I’d be terribly sad without it. :(
74: What’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it?
Donald MacGillavry by Silly Wizard.
75: What are the last four digits in your cell phone number?
8672 (home)
76: In your opinion, what makes a great relationship?
Trust, support, communication, and understanding.
77: How can I win your heart?
Stab me and remove it in a battle. Other than that? Love me.... <3
78: Can insanity bring on more creativity?
YES
79: What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far?
No idea at all.
80: What size shoes do you wear?
8 or 9 Women’s (US)
81: What would you want to be written on your tombstone?
“Age 117 years, 4 months, and 23 days -- she was happy.”
82: What is your favourite word?
Absolutely no idea. Maybe ‘l’eau’?
83: Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word; heart.
Red
84: What is a saying you say a lot?
“?”
85: What’s the last song you listened to?
Homemade Dynamite- REMIX
86: Basic question; what’s your favourite colour/colours?
Bright yellow - Indigo is where they all are.
87: What is your current desktop picture?
88: If you could press a button and make anyone in the world instantaneously explode, who would it be?
I thought about this for a while. Nobody. Because everybody I hate, I’d want them to finally understand why I hate them rather than just exploding. They shouldn’t get to go that easy.
89: What would be a question you’d be afraid to tell the truth on?
What’s the worst lie you ever told?
90: One night you wake up because you heard a noise. You turn on the light to find that you are surrounded by MUMMIES. The mummies aren’t really doing anything, they’re just standing around your bed. What do you do?
Scream, throw my pillows at them, knock them all over, lock them in my bedroom, and sleep somewhere else.
91: You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What is that power?
Well it was okra. Absolutely. No idea what power that gives me? The power to cook delicious food with little effort would be cool.
92: You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again?
Dancing with Annie in 2015.
93: You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?
This thing ... I ... watched. On the internet.
94: You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who would it be?
Not into sex. I’m gonna interpret this as ‘making out with’. Hmm... maybe Halsey? Or Brendon Urie (assuming I was instantly a lot older). <3
95: You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go?
Scotland.
96: Do you have any relatives in jail?
Not yet. My brother’s been close several times. Best friend’s cousin is in jail and her dad almost was (cousin for drug offenses and sexually harassing us, dad for verbally and physically abusing her).
97: Have you ever thrown up in the car?
Yes. I remember twice right now. Once when I was 7 or 8 in San Francisco. Once when I was 10 or 11 after eating really greasy Chinese food.
98: Ever been on a plane?
Yes. Maybe about 10-15 times?
99: If the whole world were listening to you right now, what would you say?
“YEET”.
No, seriously, probably, “Right now everybody in the world knows who I am. And that terrifies me. Also, I’m in a library so I have to be quiet. Climate change is real.”
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14, 15 Ur dumb
What? 1-60? Omg, thank you so much for doing this completely unprovoked!1) Put your iTunes on shuffle. Give me the first 6 songs that pop up.I don’t have iTunes so here’s from my Spotify:Fall Out Boy - Save Rock And RollWATERS - Ones You Had BeforeOf Monsters and Men - Love Love LoveMKTO - Just Imagine ItMarianas Trench - Truth Or DareHamilton - Cabinet Battle #22) If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?Uuhh Jeff Probst? To get the survivor gig going3) Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17.It dropped the quiver on the altar.4) What do you think about most?Reality TV and Love. 5) Ever had a poem or song written about you?Not really, but kind of! A good fried commissioned to have a song written about our group and my name was in it! 6) Do you have any strange phobias?I don’t like eating/drinking after people, and I absolutely fucking hate armadillos.7) What’s your religion?Christianity, Non-denominational8) If you are outside, what are you most likely doing?Internally complaining about being outside9) Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band?AJR10) What was the last lie you told?I don’t remember, but it’s almost definitely something D&D related 11) Do you believe in karma?Eh. Kinda? Not like... “Karma” per se, but something along the lines for sure.12) What does your URL mean?I go by Scott, and “Idols” is just because I love Survivor.13) What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength?Laziness; Luck?14) Who is your celebrity crush?Uuhhh god, Tom Holland?15) How do you vent your anger?Writing16) Do you have a collection of anything?Half filled notebooks I guess?17) Are you happy with the person you’ve become?I’m working on it! :)18) What’s a sound you hate; sound you love?Oh, when I’d play that mancala game and the marbles would scratch that one way? Hate that. I love the sound of boys laughing- I know I’m super gay. 19) What’s your biggest “what if”?The only What if’s I have are self deprecating so I tend to ignore them- nothing but eyes on the future.20) Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens?Ehhhh... not really. I mean, anything’s possible, so I can’t rule them out, but if I go my entire life without ever seeing any sign of either of those things I won’t be surprised.21) Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm.So despite other answers I’m actually outside right now, so... tree, and air.22) Smell the air. What do you smell?Dogs. 23) What’s the worst place you have ever been to?Oh! I got a sad one, so when I was like 3 or whatever my mom was deemed unfit to take care of me since she didn’t own a house and was just taking me from trailer to trailer before she’d get kicked out by a friend for her intense drinking and smoking. Anyways I was taken to a child services place that was really horrific as it was just like 50 children all crying because they miss their families and they didn’t have enough beds for all of us so I slept on the ground. 24) Most attractive singer/s of your opposite gender?Female singers? Zendaya is absolutely stunning. Demi Lovato and Ariana Grande too. Tbh all women are beautiful wtf is this question. 25) To you, what is the meaning of life?Just, do what makes you happy, and don’t be a dick to those around you.26) Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed?Nope!27) What was the last movie you saw?I think it was The Greatest Showman (again). 28) What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had?Nothing major really. One time I sprained my wrist when I was in like, 3rd grade?29) Do you have any obsessions right now?Always obsessed with Survivor and URealms, but I’ve also been rewatching Gravity Falls30) Ever had a rumor spread about you?Idk! Maybe!31) Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong?Nope. I always try to find forgiveness. I can’t deal with being angry, it just makes me feel gross.32) What is your astrological sign?Leo!33) What’s the last thing you purchased?A large pizza and some stick-shaped foods!34) Love or lust?Love35) In a relationship?Yes!36) How many relationships have you had?Two37) What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you?Charisma, and being able to love both yourself and those around you.38) Where is your best friend?Florida!39) What were you doing last night at 12 AM?Sleeping, the fuck?40) Are you the kind of friend you would want to have as a friend?Probably not dksksksksks41) You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do?JOKES ON YOU! I work at a dog-place where we look after dogs and take care of them, soooooo, win-win!42) You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid?A) I’m fucking telling everyone. Putting this shit up on YouTube. Let’s get it viral. B) Well if the video blows up use my new found fame to spread love and acceptance, if not I guess I’m blowing my money on traveling. C) Hard to say. I want to say no, though.43) What’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it?Set It Off - Upside Down44) In your opinion, what makes a great relationship?Communication, Mutual Respect, Love.45) How can I win your heart?Be kind and courteous, and then also buy me a bunch of things for quicker results46) Can insanity bring on more creativity?I mean, I’m not gonna SUPPORT insanity.47) What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far?Getting super addicted to gameshows has honestly kinda opened a lot of doors for me and what’s allowed me to get to know a lot of great people.48) What would you want to be written on your tombstone?Whatever tbh, Imma be dead either way. 49) Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word “heart.”Love.50) Basic question; what’s your favorite color/colors?Gold...?51) What is your current desktop picture?Just a basic preset one from Microsoft.52) If you could press a button and make anyone in the world instantaneously explode, who would it be?No, definitely not.53) What would be a question you’d be afraid to tell the truth on?I... don’t know? I’m faaaiiiirly open? Ask me anything!54) You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What is that power?Unrealistic, would never eat vegetables. But for the super power part, I always thought teleportation would be the best- travel costs? Irrelevant. Never late to anywhere ever again. 55) You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again?I don’t... want to say the no cut run. But... the no cut run.56) You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?No thanks, I’ll keep ‘em.57) You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who would it be?/MUSIC/ Celebrity? God I don’t know, fucking, Brendan Urie? Is he gay? Idk.58) You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go?Uuhh California?59) Ever been on a plane?Yes, the first time was just earlier this year!60) Give me your top 5 hottest celebrities. Nyle DiMarco is the hottest person to ever live. Tom Holland, John Boyega, Lucky Blue Smith and Zach Miko are all hot too.
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ABC Character Tag
I was tagged by the lovely @jennamoreci :)
Definitely have to go with my MC, Faye, from my current WIP Of Defender Descent!
a - age: Freshly 19 years old.
b - biggest fear: not being able to free her family.
c - current time: the book begins mid-June.
d - drink she last had: Probably water. She doesn’t really have the luxury of much else - unless there’s a ball. But there’s no way she’s touching that spiked punch. NOPE.
e - every day starts with: rolling over and wishing she could go back to sleep...
f - favorite song: Music isn’t a huge deal to Faye. So she doesn’t have a “favorite”. BUT, the type of music she enjoys most is anything acoustic, really.
g - ghosts, are they real: Faye would raise an eyebrow at you and shake her head, but in actuality, she doesn’t know so she wouldn’t comment.
h- hometown: She’s originally from a small settlement of her people in what would be the state of Oregon.
i - in love with: She’s never been in love with anyone...could that change? who knows? maybe? We’ll see ;)
j - jealous of: Anyone who is free to be themselves.
k - killed someone: Psh...yes, but she HATES it.
l - last time she cried: When she was taken from her family at 9 years old. Hasn’t shed a tear since.
m - middle name: Since she goes by her middle name...it’s Faye.
n - number of siblings: One.
o - one wish: That she could return to her people with her family.
p - person she last called/texted: They’re not allowed to have cell phones on the Lautus base...so nobody.
q - questions she’s always asked: "Why don’t you just calm down?”
r - reasons to smile: not too many to be honest...but the hope of finding her brother does make her a little happier. Anna’s babbling and Luka’s obnoxiousness also get a grin out of her, usually.
s - song last sang: If you ever hear Faye sing...something is VERY wrong.
t - time she woke up: mid-morning since she’s usually out very late at night.
u - underwear color: black or other neutral colors. nothing fancy.
v - vacation destination: Vacation? How could she possibly be thinking about a vacation?
w - worst habit: Not letting people who want to help in.
HOW IS THERE NO X Y or Z??? Fuck that noise, Imma make ‘em up! (lol thanks, Jenna!)
x - what eXcites her (I cheated, just roll with it): the idea of not being held prisoner and her family’s safety. And also a certain someone...but she wouldn’t admit that.
y - young or old soul: definitely an old soul, but get her in the right environment with the right people and it’ll bring out her young soul vibe. So...kind of both depending on how you look at things.
z - zoological pairing: A wolf.
Tagging....i don’t even know because I’ve seen this tag from pretty much everyone over the past few days so..anyone who wants to do it?
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