DID U PRAY TODAY?

can u draw dorian in that 'did you pray today?' meme

yeah ok

hi beautiful humans on edblr, im taking a small break from this blog. i think my relapse has made my body dysmorphia even worse, it doesn’t help that i obsess over other peoples bodies on here whilst constantly wishing i can somehow morph into them.

i am still going to be fasting and working out, but just not posting on here for a while (not sure how long as of yet)

i also kinda want to retreat into my spirituality and spend some time connecting to God and praying, i feel like i’m on this app for too many hours and overall it’s pretty unhealthy on my part. i’ve always wanted to do a spiritual fast but could never do one because my ed steps in and makes it about wl and idk, i think that’s mighty disrespectful (albeit out of my control)

earlier today i really saw something massive in my reflection, but after my walk i looked in the mirror and i truly did not look bad, still fat, but not like what i first saw. i remember when i was 12 the same thing would happen, i would see this obese person but i was actually considered chubby at worst (not to mention had lost a shit ton of weight then as well)

idk sis, this shit has been ongoing for so long, im sure u all can relate. i need to work on my mental health. i still need to lose weight, so i can’t just stop that and “recover”, but i do want to make some steps to build a better mindset about myself and my body.

thank u sooo much if u read all of this, 💖i really have love in my heart for every person suffering on here. i know we make jokes and memes and whatnot, but we are all in pain and sufferers of a mental disorder. wish i could hug all of u.

be back when i’m feeling a bit better (and closer to skinniiii lmao)⭐️✨💕

Was gonna do the "did u pray today" meme with karai but I ultimately quit

FELIZ CUMPLE SWAGGYYYYYYYY!!!! (sending this now because there’s no way i’m waking up at a normal time tomorrow it is 4am currently 💀)

you are such a beautiful person inside and out and i hope you have a wonderful birthday, because you deserve nothing but the best today and forever 🫂

i love your amazing sense of humor and i wouldn’t even change your questionable team choice <333 (heehee)

i’m so glad i got over myself and interacted with you because you really are just as cool as you seem! i cherish the memes, the serious moments, your football takes, everything you put out into this world.

ily, enjoy your day friend 🎂

here’s to hoping you receive them ^ as a gift 🥂 it’s the least you deserve!

did k put u up to this?? so that she wouldn't be the only one making me cry on my bday??

OMFG STOP!! dont say all that or my ego will burst (im shit at receiving compliments i just cry). despite ur also questionable taste in teams im so glad we interacted too!! 🫂🫂

(praying for them to notice me and invite me as their 3rd🙏🏽)

Oh This Should Be Good | Sakusa Kiyoomi

Pairing: Sakusa X Reader (female) 

Genre: fluff, comedy?

Author’s Note: @makeusfreefromthisfandom and I are doing a seasonal challenge where we give each other prompts! You can read her’s here to the prompt I gave her! and here, you can obviously read mine with the prompt she gave me: 

“Ahaha this is random but imagine his daughter asking him where babies come from 😭“ 

Also note: I like to write Sakusa as if he’s getting help with his germaphobia like slowly over time, as challenging as it is, he’s trying to change and be better with people he loves and cares about like his partner and perhaps offspring. Even though this would be kind of out of his canon character, I like to write him like this so he’s a more flexible character to write for.  

Warning: Timeskip spoilers ah ha ha, parents, kids, married characters 

D/N = Daughter’s name

gif from @rivaillerose​ 💛

“Daddy!” Sakusa and your little girl ran towards her father, grabbing a hold of him around the waist as he stepped into the living room, finally getting a rare day off now that baby number two was on their way

“Morning, pumpkin,” he stifled a yawn as he patted her back, messing with her hair up before she let go of him in a fit of giggles, following him

“Will you play with me today?”

“What do you mean, I always play with you,” he slid down on the wooden floors, making himself comfortable as he leaned back against the couch, now at the same eye level with his precious jewel

All she could do was smile as bright as the sun, her laughter echoing throughout the living space as the sunlight poured in

She truly was such a little angel, it amazed Sakusa still to this day how far he and his growing family was coming

Naturally, his smile matched hers

He relaxed as he let the day go by, his daughter playing around him, playing with her toys, occasionally watching the cartoons

“What are you doing?” She leaned into his side as he wrapped an arm around her to make sure she didn’t fall or slip in any way as she peered at what he was doing

“I’m just-“ but before he could answer, his phone rang as he faced himself in his pwn phones reflection

He could see the visible relaxation and smile disappear as soon as he saw the contact names

“Don’t answer #1, Don’t answer #2, and don’t answer #3”

Despite their contact names, he still answered, internally praying that he wouldn’t regret this call

“Oi Hinata, you were right, I owe ya five bucks since he answered,” Atsumu’s accent sounded over the call

“Sakusa, hey hey hey!” Bokuto the bright star called through the phone

“Uncle Bo!” Your daughter jumped against her father as she held onto his wrist until Sakusa lowered the phone, letting her see her “uncles”

Though he never agreed to let them be her uncles

“Oh! Mini Sakusa!” All three of their eyes twinkled as they all beamed looking to your guys’ daughter as if she was their own

“What do you guys want?”

“So cold, Omi~” Atsumu whined. “You haven’t been at practice for so long, the scrimmages haven’t been the same.”

“But it’s also nice not to worry about blocking or trying to dig Sakusa’s nasty cut shots cause of his wrists…” Hinata smiled looking relieved

“Oh! How’s Y/N’s pregnancy? Did you guys find out the gender yet?” Bokuto chimed

“She’s doing alright and no, we wanted it to be a surprise..” Sakusa replied

“Daddy?”

“Hm?” Sakusa looked to her as she now made herself comfortable in his lap as he leaned forward, putting the phone down

He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close

“Where’s mommy?”

“She’s-“

“Right here~” you waddled down the hall, your hair and clothes disheveled, unknowingly disrupting sakusa

“Mommy!” Your little girl sprung from Sakusa’s lap, making her way to you, latching her arms around your belly as best as you could

“Careful, D/N,” Sakusa worried seeing how she ran up to you, trowing your arms against her belly

“Why?” She held onto your hand as you walked toward the couch Sakusa leaned himself against before you lead her to sit down in his lap once again

“Oh, the Jackals. Hi guys,” you waved as you laid yourself down on your side on the couch, your head

“Y/N!” They all chimed, as if they all shared the same brain cell

this only confirmed Sakusa’s theory the more they said or did things simultaneously

“How’s pregnancy?” Atsumu chimed as he clearly lounged about in his own apartment

“Tiring,” you spoke just loud enough for the phones mic to catch what you said as you looped your arm around his shoulders, reaching for his hand to which he linked together

“But a lot more manageable since we know what to expect,” you yawned into your shirt, a habit you picked up from being with Sakusa

He used to cringe and shy away at your touch but now he didn’t even think twice about yours or D/N’s

“Hm, we’ll be uncles for more kids,” hinata beamed

“We didn’t even say-“

“The best uncles,” you nudged Sakusa’s shoulder playfully to which he just sighed, squeezing your hand in return

“Speaking of tired, why aren’t you sleeping in bed?” Sakusa turned his head, letting it rest on the edge of the couch as you brought your hand through his hair

“I didn’t want to sleep alone, plus it sounded so fun out here, how could I miss out on all the fun?” You reached down, booking your daughter’s nose as she stared at you

And then your belly

“Daddy?” She stood in between his legs as all the adults watched, curious at her next words

“Where do babies come from?” She stared with her wide eyes at Sakusa as you snickered, burying your head into his shoulders, eyes heavy

Atsumu choked on the water, doing a small spit tic as Hinata paused his game to laugh

Bokuto erupted into a big fit of laughter, enough to wake Akaashi beside him before he shushed him, cuddling him back to sleep but this is a different story

“Oh this should be good..” you laughed as all eyes fell upon Sakusa, the laughter dying down and being held in his teammates’ mouths as they awaited 

“Uh...” Sakusa’s mind raced as he panicked 

he knew this question would come up at some point 

but not like this 

at least not now 

your eyebrow raised naturally as sakusa’s breathing picked up 

“Next question...” he changed the subject, not ready to answer 

“But what about babies? How did one get in mommy’s tummy?” 

“Yeah, omi, how?” you joined in on the fun only to be on the receiving end of Sakusa’s famous glare that only softened for you after a second 

Now sakusa really regretting answering the call 

“It’s a secret, you’re not old enough to know yet,” Sakusa evaded 

“Aw, but-” 

“Next question, pumpkin,” He looked to her as if pretending it was just the two of them, parting her raven hair, ticking it behind her little ear

“Oh Omi, your ears are so adorably red and hot,” you teased, brushing your finger along the back of his bright red ears, purposefully pointing them out as the jackals laughed too 

the day continued with good memories as were made

He never thought he would feel this way in his life but

If he told himself 4-6 years ago that he would be married, let alone go on a date with someone and actually tolerate them, he wouldn’t have believed himself

but now he was grateful that you had crossed his path

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not a very long chapter today, but next chapter will be VERY IMPORTANT. keep watch for it! <3

Team Player: Chapter Five

Pairings: Eren Jaeger x Fem!Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.9k

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Eren awoke to the aching of his ankle. His green eyes fluttered open as he reached for his phone on his nightstand, the screen lighting up and showing the time that said 8:55 A.M.  It felt too early to be awake, but his ankle was bothering him too much. 

He arose from his bed and looked over at Armin's bed. He was already gone and out to class. Eren stood up and winced as his ankle throbbed in pain. 

Unfortunately for him, he was now injured way worse than he was before. His muscle was now more irritated and the nurse told him that he needed to skip the next game or two to make sure it fully healed. Eren was irritated with that. He wanted to get back on the field as quickly as he could, but he knew damn well Coach Smith wouldn't let him. Judging on how pissed off he looked on Saturday, Eren was certain there was no way he could smoothly talk to him. 

Eren grabbed the side of his bed, reaching for the small bottle of pills that was prescribed for the pain. He had to take more now since he wasn't doing that well. The nurse gave him so many instructions on how to take care of his ankle, it all bombarded him at once. 

Grabbing the plastic water bottle, Eren put the meds in his mouth and swallowed, feeling the pills go down his throat. 

He quickly changed into a sweater and black sweatpants, making sure to wear the patch the nurse gave him. He threw on slides and grabbed his backpack, exiting his dorm to the main campus. 

As he entered the main doors, he felt eyes suddenly boring holes into his head. Eren hung his head low as he stared at his phone, trying to get some attention off of him. Many people were pissed at what happened during the game, people clowned him on Twitter, giving him nicknames or posting meme videos to his fail. It was honestly kind of embarrassing for him. Many sports analysts talked about it, and Eren knew that wasn't good. 

Eren's eyes averted upward as he saw Jean walking with Marco. 

"Hey Jean," Eren said and approached him. 

Jean stood there and clenched his jaw. "What do you want dude? You here to tell me how shitty of a lineman I am?" he asked and crossed his arms. "Look dude.. no offense but stay out of my way." he added and pushed past Eren. 

Eren stood there watching Jean walk off. He's never seen him act that way before, Jean usually kept his words to himself sometimes, but it kind of made Eren feel shitty. 

"You suck!" a random student yelled and looked at Eren. "Selfish as fuck.." he added and kept walking. 

Eren didn't even do anything. He just walked away from the guy near him. His mind was clouded with so many thoughts, he really was the laughing stock of Trost. Everyone just stared at him as he walked in the hall to his class, what was he going to do? He couldn't exactly clear his name or whatever, the footage was all online. 

He silently prayed things would go well at practice. 

-

The day seemed to pass by slowly for Eren. 

He barely did anything in most of his classes and he didn't bother to pay attention. 

What bothered him the most was that most of his teammates avoided him, whenever Eren tried to say hello they all ignored him, or they told him to go away. The team’s loss was not his intention, he wanted to show everyone his talent out on the field as well as impressing the scout that was there and to make others proud.  

Going on social media was the worst. People made memes about his fail, and many people were disappointed in what happened. They looked like idiots during that game, the Titans were their rivals too, which also meant that the school itself looked absolutely shitty. 

Eren could care less what was happening in his physics class, the teacher just blabbed on and on about velocity and other crap. None of it seemed to interest Eren as he was just too lost in his thoughts about the game. 

"You're all dismissed!" the professor called and looked around the room. 

Eren stood up and slung his backpack over his shoulder, he walked slowly down the hall as his ankle was bothering him still. What was he going to do? 

The day had already ended and Eren decided to make his way to practice, he knew he couldn't exactly play or catch any balls, but maybe he could just observe. 

He opened the door to the locker room and saw many of his teammates staring or exchanging looks with one another, he felt awkward walking in there. This hasn't exactly happened to him before either. 

"What are you doing here?" Reiner asked, crossing his arms. "You're hurt. Coach doesn't want you here," he added. 

Eren looked at the blonde who seemed to be in a bad mood. "I-I just… wanted to observe," he replied and rubbed the back of his neck. 

"Eren." his head turned to see Coach Smith standing there with his arms crossed. "Come into my office… we need to have a chat," he said and waved him over. 

Eren gulped and made his way into the office, his pulse began to race rapidly. He knew it probably wasn't good. 

"Have a seat," Coach Smith said and plopped down at his desk. 

Eren put his backpack down on the ground and looked at his Coach, his icy hues burning holes into his head. 

"U-Um… what do you want to speak about?" Eren asked, giving a weak smile. 

Coach Smith leaned back and sighed. "It's about what happened on Saturday-" 

"I'm sorry. That was totally my fault, I thought Jean was going to get-" he was cut off. 

"I didn't finish Eren," he said sternly and crossed his arms. "Eren what happened on Saturday was absolutely unacceptable and unsportsmanlike. Jean is your teammate! I gave Reiner that call to throw to him, not you. Your behavior lately has been very inappropriate.”

Eren looked down and bit his lip. "B-But! I thought he was going to get tackled! If I-"

"Enough. There is no excuse for your actions Eren, not only that, but you were hurt too. I told you three times that if you were hurt, to step off the field. That's not okay at all Eren. Look at you now! Your ankle is now even worse than before. Your actions are extremely selfish," he stated. 

Eren fell silent as his words played into his head. 

"Until you can play like a team player, leave." Coach Smith said. 

Eren looked up with wide eyes. "What? What do you mean leave?!" he asked with concern in his voice. 

"Until you can get your act together, you're benched and off the team. There's not buts anymore Eren, I've let your behavior slide numerous times. Your own teammates have come to me about this as well, so until you can gain some proper teamwork skills you're benched," he replied. "Don't bother coming to practice or showing up to games or I will suspend you," he added. 

Eren leaned back in his chair. "You can't do this coach please! I need this season!" he pleaded and looked at him with pleading eyes. 

Coach Smith stood up. "Nobody wants a player who can't think for anyone else, especially not the Chiefs," he said. "Now please… leave. Don't show up for the rest of the week," he added and went towards the door. 

Eren grabbed his backpack and exited the office, many eyes watched as he exited the locker room. Frustration, anger, and even sadness rushed through him all at once. How could his own Coach do that to him!? Coach Smith has believed in Eren from the day he entered Trost. Why the sudden change? 

He went outside and breathed in the cool air, the leaves fell from the trees as it was now fall. The leaves crunched under his feet as he walked back to his residence hall, he just wanted to lay in bed and sleep the rest of the day. 

He eventually got back and opened the door, Armin sat on the opposite side of the room with his laptop open. 

"Eren? You're back early. Short practice today?" he asked and nodded. 

Eren threw his backpack onto the floor which made a loud thump come from it. "No.." he replied and sat on his bed. "It's way worse than that," he added. 

Armin furrowed his brows. "What happened?" he asked. 

Eren threw his phone onto his nightstand. "I got benched for what happened at the rival game, so don't expect me to be playing. I can't go to practice either," he replied and leaned against the wall. 

The blondes eyes went wide as saucers hearing the news. "What? That's never happened to you before…" he said and looked down. 

"Yeah.. I guess the other players have talked about it too," Eren said and adjusted his man bun. "Which is absolute bullshit to me," he added and shrugged. 

Armin stayed silent as he listened to Eren rant, he knew how badly the situation was. Being injured didn’t exactly help anyone, being benched was the best course of action. Seeing the way he played on Saturday was kind of embarrassing in a way, Eren barely let anybody have the ball. 

"What am I going to do? My teamwork skills are fine!" Eren complained, staring up at the ceiling. 

Armin laughed a bit. "You're going to have to work on it yourself. Teamwork takes a lot of self work, it's up to you to fix it." he replied. "I wish I could help but to be honest, I suck at that kind of stuff." he added. 

Eren felt a small smile draw onto his lips. "It's okay Armin… I guess I have to fix all of this on my own," he said. 

"So you're benched for the next game?" Armin asked and nodded a bit. 

Eren sighed. "Yup… and who knows how long either. Coach told me to not show until I get my act together," he replied, putting his arms behind his head. "Which sounds stupid to me because I'm fine the way I am," he added and shrugged his shoulders. 

Armin closed his laptop and placed it next to him. "Maybe you have to accept his words Eren.. he could be just trying to help you," he said, looking over at him. "Sometimes you have to face the reality of it," he added. 

Eren sat up and looked towards his roommate. "No.. there's nothing wrong with me Armin. If he was trying to help he wouldn't have benched me," he replied. "I'll be fine.. just don't worry about it," he said and stood up limping to get his medication. 

Armin stayed silent and just watched as Eren took his medication. Was Eren right about everything? Maybe his skills were fine and everyone was just being dramatic, or maybe Coach Smith was right. Maybe Eren needed the work, that was something Armin wasn't sure of, but judging off the way Eren played on Saturday… he was convinced Eren did have issues on the field. 

One thing was for certain, something was up with Eren.

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Growling back  (Seven brothers)

Hello there!!  So I was reading @midnight-dome​ headcanon, this human writes so so so beautiful that inspired me to create this HC, Midnight-dome, if you are reading this, as in my home town will be saying “Gracias por tanto perdón por tan poco.” AKA: Thank you for so much, sorry for so little And Notice me senpai!

This HC, it´s actually not only for a Latin!Mc but for all Mc´s in the world, plus is GN!MC. 

Lucifer:

He is mad, it´s more than just being mad, he is furious. What were you thinking?! Staying with Mammon and actually following him was the stupidest idea you had in your exchange year.

He was looking straight to your eyes, clearly in demon form, his fangs make Mammon shiver and run away, while you little human stared right back at his red eyes, that made him angrier.

And suddenly he growls, the sound was divided in two, in one hand it was marvelous watching closely that mouth and those fangs changed your perspective about him, it was a lifetime experience.

In the other hand, you started to get angrier, sure you might or might not have being doing some gambling with Mammon. B U T He does not have the right to growl at you. And if he wants to communicate with growling’s you will answer back.

 When you do the growling, something pops inside him. Pray that the kneeling doesn´t long that much.

Mammon:

§  MC was eating at RAD´S cafeteria, of course surrounded by other demons that were they´re pals, it was a nice lunch break, until MC forgot something.

§  Today they needed to eat with Mammon, the brothers developed a weird schedule for MC, on Mondays they shall ALWAYS take a break lunch with Lucifer, Tuesday Mammon, and so it continued for the whole week, seven days for the seven brothers. And today… today´s day was Tuesday.

§  Mammon entered into the cafeteria blowing smoke out his nose, He was the first for MC Which words does they do not understand?!  He was angry, as soon as he enter he reached the table were MC, was sitting.

§  He became such a drama king, until he growled at them. Something was odd about it, no matter how cruel his brothers were with him, he would calm down himself and just laugh about it, but when it was the MC, he loses his mind as quickly as a thunder.

§  MC was petrified, but they were an independent human being, so N O they will not allow anyone to be disrespectful with them, so they growled back at the demon. Mammon was impressed, you looked fearless, stronger, even thought they didn´t have fangs, Mammon needed to understand, they were not some easy human beings. They will fight for a place in the Devildom.

Levi :

·         It was gamming night, yep The MC and Levi have a gamming night just for the two of them. The game? Devil cart. Of course, the team up games were too easy for them, it was like a nice walk in the park, even if Levi does not like to go out.

·         So, they decided that night was going to be different, it was going to one vs one, while screaming and buffing the night became morning and Levi couldn´t win against the human next to him.

·         The most common idea in his mind right now? “Mc was cheating” even though they weren´t cheating Levi couldn´t believe that some normie actually beat his ass in devil cart.

·         He confront them, Mc was confused when he transformed into his demon form and hiss/growled at them. And of course they growled back.

·         Levi was on shock, after seeing the eyes of Mc, he came back into his normal being, and a new door has been unlocked.

Satan:

·         Both were reading in his room, it was part of a normal day, until… Mc spoiled the end of the book.  

·         It was subtle, or at least that was Mc thought, suddenly the atmosphere of the room felt heavy, and a strong aura was making them quite sick.

·         Satan was in a full demon form, and he glance at them, like a predator ready to kill his small prey, that was an interesting moment. Maybe if he wasn´t to busy trying to murder them he might end faster his book.

·         And like a mind reader, Satan just growled at them, his fangs were big enough to bite their neck and not letting go. They were like a cat fang. Even if they were cute, they were a deadly weapon.

·         When Mc, growled back, the room instantly became so quiet… That means danger, so Mc leaved the room as fast as they could. Satan did not spoke to them for the whole week.

Asmo. 

·         If they think Asmo is easy to have a growl from, then they´re so wrong. Asmodeus actually cares so much about his throat that he will never (or at least that´s what he says) growl at anyone.

·         But Mc will growl at him. He stick to Mc so much that sometimes they wish a little of space, just a tinny amount of that. One day they were at their limit and growled at Asmo.

·         “You do not need to be rude.” Aka: he actually liked that, so do it again.

·         New kink now open for Asmo, he will make anything in his hands to make them growled again. They do not like to be hug? He will do it. Just don´t dare to bite him. Or he will get outrageous

·         “Mc… Roar.” Yep, he found the meme, that´s the only way you will listen to him growl, and in savage sex… but that´s a topic for a different conversation. ·         

Beel. 

·         Both of them were eating at Mc´s room, of course Beel took half of the food inside the freezer just to eat with the Mc. He asked nicely if they would want something, and they said “No, help yourself better”. In an common mind that would be all of the actions, but Mc ain´t common, they are quite a weird mind.

·         So they might have touched Beel´s favorite dish. It was so beautiful and looking at Beel eating just means that the food was good, and they wanted just a little piece of that.

·         Beel took their hand, both of them looked at each other, face to face and a growled came from the 6th old, even if he wasn´t in his demon form, his fangs where huge, no doubt why he eats so fast, those fangs will tear apart any type of meat, veggies or bones.

·         Being growled back was new for Beel, he always growled at his brothers (except Belphie of course) and not even Lucifer bother himself to growl back, so Why would a little human do that? After a few minutes of processing the things out. He just gave a piece of the food to Mc.

·         He needed to think at night with the fridge about being growled back and why he liked it so much.  

Belphie. 

·         He growls while he is sleeping, which makes this so much fun for Mc, once a week they stay at the attic and waits until Belphie is asleep so they can start growling at each other.

·         The brothers are enjoying the communication their younger brother and the human have. It´s like to watch a tennis match, and it´s hilarious.

·         Mammon, Levi and Asmo will record the interaction and maybe use it like a black mail for the youngest. Once Belphie wakes up no soul actually talks about what happened while he was taking a nap, not even Beel, he thinks that it´s so cute to have his two favorite persons of all times communicating throw some growling’s.

·         When Belphie finds out he´s mad, how come he didn´t knew about it? That´s why he dreams about a cat once in a week? Mc… thank you, those are the most spectacular dreams he has in all the week.

·         JK, prepare to die human, or at least prepare to lost Belphie in the house while he takes a nap.

this is a disaster lol

hi this is a double date fic feat. @honeycombscereal and their f/os… umm yeah

    “hey, how do you feel about double dates?” eden asked suddenly. 

 angel blinked in surprise. “where did this come from?” 

“well, it’s just…” eden sighed. “volks, cole, and poe really need to be more social. except for maybe volks, they’re been isolating themselves lately, and i’d like for them to meet nimh and stirling. maybe they’d get along?” 

angel hummed thoughtfully. “i’ll bring up the topic to them. i mean,” they continued, “it sounds like a good idea! we’ll see how it goes.” 

eden tapped his hands on the table the two were sitting at. they both had to take a break from their respective partners, and decided to meet up at a small bakery to chat. 

“actually, i’ll call up nimh now!” angel decided, dialing her timid lover’s number on their phone. 

“and i’ll text… cole, maybe?” eden pursed his lips. “yeah, cole.” turning his attention to his phone, he began to type. 

me: hey cole!! i have a question for u :O 

cole (🖤): Oh? Ask away. I’m curious now. 

me: sure!! umm how do you feel about double dates >_< 

cole (🖤): Double dates? I’m not too familiar with them, but they sound nice enough. 

cole(🖤): Why do you ask? Although, I do have a sneaking suspicion. 

me: yeap!! angel and i were like omg what if we did double dates… so i wanted to ask everyone starting with you!! <3 

cole(🖤): I’d say I’d be fine with it… As for the others, however I’m not so sure. 

cole(🖤): Perhaps it would be best if you took only I along instead. The others would simply be a hindrance…

me: yeah nice try. since ur there can u ask the others for me?? <3 and NO LYING ok <3 i WILL know 

cole(🖤): Alright, alright. I’ll ask them. 

meanwhile… 

“hey, nimh, what do you think of double dates?” angel asked over the phone.

“uhh… oh, gosh, this is sudden…” nimh stammered. “they- they’re alright? i mean, i wouldn’t mind going on one, if it was with you…” 

“is that a…yes?” 

“um! yes, that’s a yes… yes.” 

angel stifled a laugh at nimh’s unintentional antics. “okay, could you as stirling the same question?” 

“s-stirling?” nimh squeaked fearfully. angel could practically see him trembling. “er, uh… y-yes! i can… ask him!” his voice was unnaturally high-pitched. “right. i’ll just… go ask… the scary vampire man… i mean! i’ll go ask. stirling. right now. yes.” 

“…you don’t have to—“ angel started gently.

“no! no no no, i’ll do it!” nimh responded. 

“… alright, if you say so.” 

“so, how’d the convo go?” eden asked. 

“could have gone better, but i’d say it was a resounding ‘yes.’ what about you?” angel replied. 

“same here, although volks said he didn’t want to go. something about not wanting anyone else to see his ‘feral eating habits.’” eden squinted. “which is weird, because he usually doesn’t care about that. at least, not around me.… actually, now that i think about it, he does still have some ‘wolfish’ tendencies.” 

“…yeah, i wouldn’t want anyone to see that either.” angel laughed. 

a few days later, the group had decided to go to a fairly cheap restaurant, because god knows how much everyone would eat all together.

eden was waiting at one of the larger tables with cole and poe, when he spotted angel entering with her partners. 

“hey, angel! over here!” eden waved both his arms in the air. the trio made their way over to the table, sitting down. 

“hi! i’d like you all to meet eden,” angel turned to nimh and stirling. “he’s my friend, and the one that came up with this idea.” 

“um, hello!” eden waved awkwardly. “it’s… nice to meet you!” 

“uh, hi! it’s nice to meet you, too…!” nimh responded in a similarly awkward fashion. 

“a pleasure to meet you.” stirling nodded at eden, a bit distracted by all the people bustling around in the restaurant. 

eden, in turn, faced his boyfriends and gestured to angel. “and this is angel! they’re my friend, and these are her partners.” 

“uh, hey. i’m poe.” poe waved halfheartedly. 

“and i’m cole.” cole greeted shortly. 

“hello!” angel smiled at the two. “so, what kind of restaurant is this? like, what kind of food do they serve?” 

eden paused. in all the excitement of going on a double date (and getting to meet a REAL LIFE VAMPIRE), he had forgotten to check what kind of food the restaurant served. he internally prayed it wasn’t a vegan restaurant. both he and cole would have problems with that, and a hungry cole is a cole no one wants to meet. 

“i… uh.” he stalled. 

“how about we take a look at the menu?” cole quickly jumped in. “you know, it’s a bit strange that a waiter hasn’t come up to us yet.” 

as if on cue, a pink-haired girl popped up from seemingly nowhere. she smiled brightly at the group, and pulled out a notepad. 

“hey, i’m wendy, and i’ll be your server for today! now, does anyone want any drinks?” 

everyone proceeded to order their respective drinks, (except for stirling, who pulled out a suspicious bottle of red liquid, which he assured everyone was “definitely just fruit juice”— no one believed him.) 

angel got lemonade, poe and eden got soda, while nimh and cole just ordered water. 

cole was gripping eden’s hand tightly underneath the table, making it difficult for him to handle his drink carefully— it was a heavy glass, and he didn’t exactly have much muscle, okay? 

“cole. i need both hands.” eden muttered to the taller man. cole hesitated, and reluctantly let go. 

poe was listening to music on his phone—presumably something edgy—while scrolling through social media. eden elbowed him gently. 

“poe, manners!” he whispered fiercely. 

“hey, i didn’t ask to be here. i only came because you wanted me to.” he mumbled back. 

meanwhile, nimh was practically hyperventilating— there were so many intimidating people… cole kept shooting glares at him, poe had so many piercings and tattoos… not to mention STIRLING. nimh was still scared stiff of that man, and he practically has to see him every day now that they both were dating angel. angel was having to constantly pat him on the back to reassure him that she was there. 

cole and stirling kept being passive aggressive to each other, which definitely was not helping the vibe. 

“so…  you’re a mystery solver? my, that must be… quite the profession.” stirling sipped his ‘fruit juice’. 

“yes, quite. and… what’s your job, again? oh, right, figure skating.” cole replied. “i can’t imagine how… brave that must be, to wear such costumes, and showing off for everyone. oh, i mean, performing.” he finished coldly. 

stirling gritted his teeth. “goodness, thank you so much for the… compliments. you know, for someone so… plain-looking, you certainly are bold.” 

eden cleared his throat loudly. “AHEM! so, what’s everyone ordering?” 

“mashed potatoes,” poe said, not paying attention at all. 

“…wait, what? that’s it? just mashed potatoes?” eden stared at poe.

poe shrugged. “all i need.” 

“…alright… uh, what about you, nimh?” 

“h-huh?!” nimh practically jumped in his seat. “oh! um! yes! food! i’m getting… uh, o-oatmeal…?” 

“…oatmeal.” eden echoed, deadpan. 

“…uh. yes.” nimh wished the earth would swallow him up right then and there. he was stuck with eating oatmeal for lunch. did they even serve oatmeal?

“i’m having a burger, if you’re curious, eden.” cole butted in. “i’ll gladly share with you as well, my dear.” 

“ah, no thanks, i’ll stick with tomato soup.” he politely declined, causing cole to frown. 

“personally, i see eating things such as burgers so… how do i say? atrocious?” stirling sniffed. “all i need is my bl— uh, fruit juice.” 

“…anyway, i’ll probably have a sandwich, or something.” angel said, shooting stirling a warning glance. “who knows, i might have to smack someone with it if they keep being rude.” 

once the food arrived (thankfully for nimh, they did indeed serve oatmeal) the tense atmosphere had died down somewhat. stirling was managing to ignore cole’s backward insults, and instead focused on casually chatting with angel and eden. 

“so, you say you draw? do you ever draw, say… horror? perhaps surrealism?” stirling asked eden. 

“oh! um, not… not really…?” eden wasn’t quite sure how to explain that he mostly drew fanart. “i draw… people. and cute things.” 

stirling nodded. “i see… ah well, it cannot be helped.” 

“stirling. be nice.” angel muttered. 

nimh glanced over at poe’s screen, only to see a strange surreal meme. something about “stonks”. he decided to no longer look at poe’s screen and stick to sadly eating his plain oatmeal. angel noticed this, of course, and mentally noted to buy him some cookies afterwards. maybe a carrot or two. 

overall, the experience was… unique. maybe eden would bring volks next time, or maybe nimh wouldn’t be so paralyzed. maybe the restaurant wouldn’t be so weirdly ambiguous, or maybe cole wouldn’t be so… like that. who knew? definitely not eden. or anyone else, actually. i don’t know how to end this but this is the end . yeah<3 bye 

You tagged me in a thing and I had a stroke, bless you

I get all Pikachu meme whenever I see you in my dash and you've referred to me and acknowledged my existence because it is literally the best thing ever, I have a mini stroke every time

Three ships: Jamilton, Jamilams and Jamilmads (would've said lams but then it just sounds like I'm saying the same ship in three different ways lol)

Last song: Uhh, I don't listen to music much, but Ultimately by Khai dreams

Last movie: The Hunchback of Notre dame

Currently craving: Sushi, oddly enough (I haven't had it in about nine years but still, want)

Currently reading: The Da Vinci code, and about five different fanfictions

About a very late answer to your question (My family has COVID, which is shocking to hear, or so I'm told, but they're recovering and they fortunately had a mild case and no one has any history of disease so they're going to be okay! That's what the doctor said and I'm praying), Taco hell made me laugh really hard when I read it and really lifted my spirits because I remember being in not a great place when I started it but it made me smile which was like, a thing for me, and don't judge me but I think The three way was probably my favourite and I don't want to think about what that says about me but it was really because I love works that are that long (around 50k is always my sweet spot). I'm not sure if I'm remembering right and I'm so so sorry if I'm getting the title song wrong but that one Jamilton fic with uh, Gucci and fendi in the title was really fun to read ;-;

I also remeber the first work of yours I ever read was this comfort Whamilton around 1.5 or 2k where it starts raining and Alexander is on edge but George comforts him- Okay, I'm ranting now, apologies. ;-; (idk You're super cool and I want to talk to you like, normally, but you'll hateee me and I don't want that and so here)

I never really get a chance to respond as soon as I'd like, BUT I never get to and if you don't want to know/care about my life- please skip to the next paragraph thank you. So, I did end up watching Snowpiercer! I watched all ten episodes in one day which is iffy to say the least, but I'm still alive! I did love it. And I've been alright- a bit anxious with everything, but I've been giving my tests and uni and stuff. Yesterday, I was about to go to the vet when u realised about two minutes into the ride that I forgot my dog so that was embarrassing. Almost competing with the time I dropped my phone and then followed it, dropping to my knees and immediately bursting into tears (Nothing even happened to my phone!). So if you read this, thank you again.

I wanted to ask how you were doing too! If you don't mind xxx

And as for the fanfic writer asks, would you mind answering 50 ;-;

Wgjfvqkcwkh also I heard about you and Henni getting married so CONGRATULATIONS that is the most amazing, sweetest thing and in honestly so f*cking happy for both of you. I audibly awwed when I saw that post and I can't believe I just remembered.

I'm so sorry this got out of hand with how long it is, I didn't mean for it to be ;-;

-shy anon, sincerely apologising for possibly ruining your day by oversharing and/or overstepping (also with love and congratulations for you and her)

I get the surprised pikachu face whenever you show up in my ask box ;-; It always makes me happy!!!

Okay but sushi is always good. The craving comes randomly for me as well. I didn’t crave it at all when I used to make it for a living, because I got so tired of it, but now I crave it every once in a while lol it’s really good ;-;

I really hope everyone is doing okay! COVID is scary and it’s no joke. Having it before was horrible for me and I would never wish it on anyone. I hope everyone including you is okay ;-;

I’m glad Taco Hell did what I was meaning for it to do! It’s meant to be lighthearted and make people laugh. It’s based off of my life and it’s actual situations I end up in all the time. It’s quite amusing lol

I would never judge you. The Three Way is literally the one fic I am most proud of. I could never judge you. I literally go back and read it every once in a while and go like “I made that... Holy fuck...”

Oh! Gucci Not Fendi is the title. I’m glad you liked it!!!

Rant all you want! I adore that Whamilton fic ;-;

Seriously, my dear, I can promise you that I won’t hate you at all. Believe me, I really won’t. I’m probably the most awkward and annoying person anyone will ever know and I overshare like everything. People know more about me than they really should.. Lol

I care about your life, I was the one that asked you to tell me! But honestly, snowpiercer was soooo good... Like I tried to binge it all in one day but I was trying to write as well and it didn’t go over well lmao, snowpiercer ended up winning! I’m really glad you watched it!!!

That whole forgetting your dog thing is a mood. Today I forgot to turn on the food heaters and I realized it right before it was too late. Almost lost $200 worth of meat... Oops... Lmao

I do that with my phone if I drop it even if it’s okay. I just freak the fuck out and cry before I know if there really is an issue

Also I’m doing good! I decided to just lay back and relax tonight so I’m having a few drinks and I’m gonna watch random shit lol I was up for 33 hours the night before last and slept for 15 hours after. I can’t recommend doing that, especially not when you’re like 24. I’m too old for that shit.

Hell yeah I can do 50! I will give you a sneak peak at the 3rd part of the three way... .-. It will be posted on Oct 19th!!!

Here it is. This is seriously NSFW lol:

Alexander looked down at Thomas and ran the fingers of his free hand through Thomas' hair. He licked his lips as he watched Thomas work his tongue expertly inside George. "You're such a good boy Thomas, you're already wrecking him." He purred. 

Thomas let out a low moan and kept up the work, getting a little more aggressive. Alexander could feel himself getting hard in his pants at the sight coupled with George's shameless moans. Alexander looked back at George's face and grinned a bit. "Are you proud of us, Daddy?" He asked. 

George pressed his forehead against the headrest and panted as Thomas wrecked him. He tried to push back against Thomas to no avail. "Fuck… Y-yes… Yes you two did so good… Please… Please do as you wish… Whatever you choose, do it… I will take whatever you give me, you de-deserve it…" George bit out desperately.

Alexander grinned in delight at that. He looked at Thomas who looked just as excited from what George just said. He then touched Thomas' shoulder. "Alright, that's enough babe. I'm going to stretch him, then we can give him a good spanking. Why don't you undress for me? I have a little treat for you." He purred.  -END of the preview.

Thank you so much! We are so freaking happy that it’s happening. We were planning it more today! It’s so amazing ugh.

I appreciate it all the same! It’s not too long for me at all!! Don’t you worry my dear <3 you didn’t overstep at all!

random thoughts related to kagepro (tw for depression?? death?? suicide ?? implied ?? im not sure and idk what else read at ur own risk)

well idk lately ive been thinking a lot and ik ive uh always (? since i can remember?) have been depressed (i mean...it started around age 12...i dont really remember much before that. most of what i remember are bad moments anyways. or very specific scenes. but they dont feel mine. if that makes sense. its like remembering the scene from a movie.  back on track i guess idk well lately ive realized i actually kin some characters and lately ive...been relating a lot to shintaro kisaragi fromkagepro. i mean its ok. there´s always been that specific similarity in us (after all, how many characters in anime are as related to coca cola as shintaro //and me,,im literally a coca cola addict lmao// well anyways. after some days, this lead me to thinking...to a hidden memory within my brain, i guess. I remember introducing my then best friends, to kagepro. one told me haha he´s like u bc the coca cola!! and i think i just laughed and smiled? i truly didn´t see it? i was sad sure, but i couldnt really relate to him. after all, i was the leader of my own little group of 12 year old weebs,right? (i was also 12 btw) i didnt personally dislike shintaro but i didnt rly see myself in him yknow? also i have loved ayano from ever since i have memory so idk like she´s one of my biggest comfort characters and its weird bc if she was ´´real´´ idk if i could date her or anything but im just glad she exists bc it somehow comforts me a lot yeah anyways ayano essay for another time lol. anyways at this age my favorite characters in kagepro were ayano and konoha ( i still love them a lot) thing is, at this point in my life i didnt know/wasnt aware i was transgender but i already kinda liked he/him pronouns so i roleplayed a lot. online. i roleplayed as konoha obviously lmao and actually one of my irl friends related to shintaro ?? and i think we may have roleplayed lmao and stuff.... she even had a facebook account named shin hikkikomori or smth like that. anyways fast forward bc after being 12 a lot of stuff happened obviously. and none of that relates to kagepro until quite some time. i will mention some items that dont really relate to kagepro but marked moments in my friend group that may be relevant later on. Around 2016)? Some of my closest friends changed schools (but we kept contact) yet i still had a big group at school. But it got fragmented along the way. 2017 i went to Japan and formed a new, different friend group with people that even today, are dear to me. When i came back, my friend group fragmented more. I kept contact with other members of the old group but one on one, not as a group anymore. 2018 we graduated, and i broke up my realtionship with one of my former best friends (2016-2018) 2019 was a year of change, and even though i was afraid and shit got weird, i was not doing too bad. i will skip that. Well. Im sure we all know 2020 was a trainwreck, shit happened. i had a villain arc. I lost my shit,definetely. Ups, downs, whatever. 2021 has not been too different. However, even through everything, in early 2020, i kept close relationships with my friend group. as the year moved forward and the restrictions started lifting ( thank you government very cool <3 //ironically obviously, this is the reason this shit wont go away//) some of my friends saw each other irl and stuff, or talked about stuff i didn´t understand/didn´t want to hear while on discord. I felt alienated. I felt empty. I got mad at a friend for the first time, for something he said. I ended up isolating myself. A friend celebrated her birthday. She invited me and never excluded me, asked me a lot of things and asked to virtually include me. But that would just make me feel more alienated, wouldn´t it? I told her it was ok, i didn´t go. Honestly, I felt like a bother. I didn´t want to bother. I wasn´t okay, but i didn´t want to bother anyone, so i isolated myself. I had a very bad breakdown. lasted weeks. When I recovered, it wasn´t the same. It felt like everyone else was closer, while i drifted away. I kind of recconected with some of my friends from Japan after this. In the vacations, i felt like i reconnected with some friends just to drift away again later. However, i never could reconnect with one of my best friends. She never really got mad at me or anything ( i think) but we don´t really talk much anymore. We used to talk daily, be it actual talking, memes, anything. I don´t think we´ve actually talked in weeks. There´s nothing I can do. This year, another friend had a birthday, but I was so disconnected from everyone I didn´t even care. I mean. It´s all broken now, isn´t it? The other day I just started wondering. When did I start relating to Shintaro so much? I had always been like this, hadn´t I? Who am I, actually? Why do I relate so much now? It´s not just about the soda. I had lost friends before, but I never really felt like that. Sometimes I feel like I´ve lost everyone. In a one year span I became a hikkikomori. About a month ago, when I entered classes, I was recognized as Shintaro pfp and I admitted to kinning him to people i´d never talked to before (on chat) // I decided to go apeshit idc anymore about what anyone thinks of me// I had fun. I think I must´ve posted on my stories, because two different people told me they were the ene to my shintaro. I appreciated it. i mean it´s kinda true bc now that i´m only on the pc they do bother me online and try to get me to open up or get better but sometimes the just annoy me lmao but also not bc they all have their own particular lives and they all seem to be doing better than me. Still, my classmates are very nice and inclusive. But it´s not like im close to any of them I guess. I´m just alone now. I´m fucked up man....I don´t feel real anymore. I don´t really know who I am. I guess that´s why I find comfort in seeing a part of myself in Shintaro? But when did i turn out like this? Why didn´t I relate when I was younger? Well, I hadn´t really lost any friends back then. I now know how painful that is. How lonely it is to be alone even when there is people around. idk. and i´ve always been quiet. introverted. shy. a loser. yet now whenever i meet anyone i try to idk connect? but i cant. i wish i could be more evil. maybe it´d just be easier if everyone really, truly hated me. maybe i´d get the strength to actually kill myself then. it´s weird. i really see myself in route xx shintaro. I know that´s fucked up because I know how it ends. but truly, i was trying. I was healing, i think i was going somewhere. and i was trying to keep my newly formed renovated friend group together. I really was trying to. I didn´t mind if we had sub groups on the big group, but we were all there for each other. I tried my best. I felt like i belonged. but now im alone again. and this time there´s nothing i can do. if something, i´ve made it worse. and i keep making it worse. it´s weird. when i first got into kagepro, both shintaro and ayano felt like adults. i thought they were really, really big. im older than them now. now i know theyre not really adults. i get it. i still feel 18. after all, these last two years have been taken away from me. i didnt waste them myself this time.  i feel like a rotten 18 year old...when i listen to lost time memory, i just...get it. i always liked the song. i thought the story was so cool. when it first came out.. i still remember. iwas there. i waited for it. i loved it. i still do, but back then, i just saw it all as some really great and cool song. now i feel like i really, really get it. i love it even more. im hiding away in all my memories. but what is my true heart? what do i really want? i don´t know, i don´t know... If I'm 'wise' then, I can't face forward; I have no reason to so, I'll rot away instead It would be nice if time could be turned back. Years may pass but I'll never die I repeat hopeful words to myself, even though I know I still won't be able to reach you. "It doesn't matter, just die already!" I said as I clutched my wrist, simply cursing it. Unable to do anything, I merely indulged myself in life. "If summer can show me dreams, then let's go to before you were taken away" The days where I hid my embarrassment are illuminating upon the atmosphere and burning my mind. If I'm wishing for a dream that can't come true, then I'll embrace this blurry past and have a dream which I don't wake up from and naturally seclude myself from the outside world. "But that means you can't even see tomorrow?" I don't really care 'bout that, so it's ok I stained my hands in order to kill these boring days I'm choosing "solitude" after all A rotten boy at 18 today too, prayed again while clinging on to your colored smile Underneath the blazing sun Asking "Somehow, please take me away instead of leaving like this!" and my murmuring breath was quietly stopped

I guess i just wish someone could actually help me. take me out of this hole. Maybe some kind of closure would be nice. It´s not the same, though. I don´t have enough bravery in myself to actually kill myself. Mostly because of guilt. I can´t take the guilt of dissapointing everyone. I don´t want my parents to get hurt. I don´t want my bunny to miss me. Yet i wish everyday for it to be over. Lately, half of my dreams have been in Japan, with many friends, some who i met there, some who have never been there. Yet my brain shows me the dreams before it was all taken away. I think one of my favorite parts of the day is dreaming. I like to sleep simply because I dream. And i sleep very few. mayb bc i hate myself? I still barely indulge in life. I do anything to stay distracted. If i think, it all goes to shit. it all does. like now. Heh. it´s funny. I guess no one is truly my ene, because no one actually knows how mentally fucked up i got these past months. No one knows how badly i´ve been treating myself and how badly i´ve been doing. Still, i can´t tell anyone but scream it into the tumblr void. No one has to keep up with my shit. No one has to take care of me. After all, it was I who chose solitude. It was me who kept them away. But I don´t get a second choice. I don´t get a change of routes if things go sour. And i guess I don´t get to get a mentally fucked up friend group where I belong for a second time. Once was good enough, wasn´t it? I.. Even when I wasnt as deep as i am now (again) into kagepro, ive always wanted to die on August 15. It holds meaning to me now as well. Every year I used to ask people to go out with me that day. I know im not brave enough to kill myself. I always hoped for a lil miracle i guess. Last year was the first year...I didn´t do anything. I just... I just hope this year i can make it. I hope the miracle happens this year....I can only hope......its too late for me to be saved, isn´t it? I never thought it´d be like this. I don´t get closure. I don´t get goodbyes. I am left behind on a world that keeps moving. I am nothing.

Klance Month 2020 Day 2 -  Coffee Shop

Keith had never been more exhausted in his life. The bar had kept him late because some asshole thought it was a splendid idea to throw up all over the bathroom and not tell any of the staff. Then Shiro had called him in a panic, because it was his and Adam's two year anniversary tomorrow and the dolt had forgotten to get a present. Cue a caffeine-fueled run to Walmart, accompanied by his dumbass brother, to purchase a photo album for all Shiro's spare copies. Upon finally arriving home, he discovered that his upstairs neighbors had been arguing themselves halfway to a divorce and seemed determined that the whole complex be made aware of it. He spent all of twenty minutes trying to fall asleep before he gave into his lesser self and took a couple doses of NyQuil. The medicine netted him a grand total of two hours of sleep. It felt more like negative twelve. He was completely awake when his alarm went off and felt like death.

The sun was too bright when he stepped outside the apartment, wearing a work shirt that had a stain and two different shoes. Keith wondered if it was because he hadn't noticed or because he hadn't cared. He pondered the answer during his commute until even rational thought proved too exhausting. Fifteen minutes later, he stepped off the bus in a daze and glared at the bright neon sign, declaring this hellhole of a location to be Beans N' Stuff, a local eclectic's personal venture into the coffee business. He didn't usually mind working there. Then again, he didn't usually show up looking paler than a ghost and more interested in digging his own grave than interacting with another human being.

A little bell rang when he opened the door. He paused a moment to glare at it, contemplating the consequences of ripping it from the door frame. Then thinking hurt too much again. He trudged into the back and collected his cap and apron. As he was signing in to the register, a familiar presence appeared over his shoulder. Ignoring it, he finished his task and moved past his coworker to the coffee machine.

Pidge didn't even have time to express their totally expected and completely warranted "you look like shit" before Keith flipped open his thermos, added no less than four shots of espresso, a 5-hour Energy that appeared out of thin air, and filled the rest with black coffee. He closed the lid and downed half the thermos in a few swallows. Pidge amended their statement. "What the hell happened to you?"

"Do not speak to me. I have seen hell and will murder anyone who speaks too loudly," he snapped.

"You know what, that's valid, but Matt isn't here and Coran says I'm not allowed to operate the register," they informed him.

Keith glared at his thermos. "If God exists, he is a cruel being. And as soon as I get some sleep, I'm gonna kick his ass."

"I'll be in the back," Pidge said diplomatically. They weren't touching anything about the situation with a ten foot pole.

Keith sipped his thermos and resigned himself to an eight-hour shift. He opened up shop, took orders, and answered customers' dumb questions like a good little employee. When his thermos was empty, he refilled the same order and chugged it again. To keep a poker face, he tried to think happy thoughts. Like murdering his brother, or maybe his neighbors. The longer he stood listening to out-dated pop songs, he added the owner of the damned shop to the list. Customers came and went in a blur. He thought he remembered Pidge asking if he needed a break, but couldn't recall his answer.

Then he walked in. The most attractive creature to ever grace the earth. A customer that was not quite a regular, but Keith had seen him more than once. He seemed to be nothing more than a harmless flirt, and someone who could only dish it out, at that. But those blue eyes were going to be the death of Keith's gay ass. Just, they were going to be the death of him tomorrow. After he died of exhaustion today.

"I'll have a salted caramel white chocolate mocha with whipped cream."

Though physically repulsed by just hearing how much sugar was in the order, he punched it into the computer and kept a straight face. "Can I get a name for the order?"

"The name's Lance," Handsome Almost-Regular said with what seemed to be a flirty undertone.

Keith nodded and typed the name in. "Your total is $5.67."

Lance paid and Keith informed him that his order would be ready momentarily. Pidge prepared it in record time, and even went so far as to nudge him rather aggressively with her elbow. Keith was both confused and offended. He took the cup to the front counter. "Lance," he called out in a dead monotone.

"You know, that's not how people usually call out my name," Lance purred as he leaned over the counter.

Keith was exhausted, barely functioning, and not paid enough to deal with things like this. He did not think about the words that came out of his mouth. "Sorry, I'll try to sound more disappointed next time."

The look on Lance's face was akin to that of the surprised pikachu meme. Pidge hung out the doorway from the back, shocked beyond belief. Unbothered, Keith handed him the coffee cup, mumbled something about having a nice day, and moved on to helping the next customer. It was not until Lance had left the coffee shop near tears, leaving behind a dumbfounded audience and an exasperated coworker, that Keith's lagging brain finally processed the whole conversation.

"Shit!"

"I think that was some kind of record. Most idiotic gay barista turns away interested party and gives him emotional trauma, all in less than five minutes," Pidge told him.

Keith had thoroughly and completely fucked up. Oh, and he needed a nap.

. . .

By the time he trudged into work the next day, Keith had come to the conclusion that God was not only real, he was also dedicated solely to fucking with him as much as possible. Despite having the night off from bartending, he'd hardly slept, too tormented by the idiocy of his own stupid actions. Pidge had texted to make fun of him no less than seven times, and had undoubtedly told their entire circle of friends about it. At the very least, Matt didn't say anything when he walked in looking like death twice over.

"You want the front or the back today?" Matt asked as Keith signed in.

What if Lance came back? Keith should be working up front so he could apologize. Then, a second, more horrifying thought occurred to him. What if Lance came back? He couldn't allow himself to be seen. Lance needed to think that he'd crawled into a hole and died, never to be seen by the general populace again. He would willingly go down in history as the world's dumbest and least functional gay if it meant never having to make meaningful contact with Hot Coffee Customer ever again.

"The back," Keith said solemnly, though it felt more like he was reading out his sentence then answering his coworker's question.

"Yeah, that's probably a good idea," Matt told him, patting him on the shoulder.

Keith resigned himself to a shift with this older, subtler brand of Pidge insults. As he turned to start prepping the machines, he caught Matt whipping out his phone. His coworker typed out, "u owe me 20 bucks" and hit send with a bit too much satisfaction. So Pidge and Matt had taken bets on his answer. Smart of Matt to pick the more cowardly option, he thought to himself as he washed his hands. Dysfunctional gays tended toward dysfunction, after all. He busied himself with cleaning out the coffee pots while Matt opened up shop.

As much as Keith tried to drive the catastrophic events of yesterday from his thoughts, he still flinched every time that damned bell rang. Matt greeted customers like a goddamn proper employee. Something Keith was apparently not. No, he just insulted them and moved on. But only if they flirted with him. Everyone else just got the monotone customer service voice. Lance? Emotional trauma for him, of course. The same train of thought played in his head on a loop as he prepared orders and sent them out. He tried to ignore the handful of female customers that flirted with his coworker and grit his teeth whenever Matt flirted back. Something else he was evidently incapable of.

Just a few hours into his shift, the strangest order came in. A salted caramel white chocolate mocha with whipped cream. Why was that familiar? Had an obnoxious white girl ordered it? Keith racked his brain and found himself drawing a blank. The only thing he remembered was-

Of course! Another look at the screen told him the customer's name was Lance. How many Lance's lived in one city, went to the same coffee shop, and ordered the exact same disgusting sugar-filled drink? Keith prepped the order, determined to make amends with the world's stupidest and most inept attempt at flirting: a bad pun on the coffee cup, written over his phone number. Matt took the coffee from him and handed it to the customer. He prayed to whatever deities were willing to listen that he hadn't just made the second biggest mistake of his life.

Matt found him like that a few seconds later when he stepped into the back for a moment. "Hey Keith, I think that was the guy insulted yesterday," Matt informed him. "Pidge's description was spot on."

"Was it? I had no idea," Keith said with a shrug, preparing the next order.

Disappointed that he'd failed to get a rise out of his coworker (and probably more disappointed that he had nothing to report to his gremlin of a sibling), Matt returned to the front and left him alone for the rest of his shift.

Keith felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. Even if Hot Coffee Stranger forever hated his guts for his complete social ineptitude, he'd managed to apologize. Now, of course, there was plenty of room in his chest for anxiety over Lance's response. Would he text? Would he call? Would it be right away? Would he wait? Was he going to report him to the police and get a restraining order? It was truly a coin toss. At the very least, the unsettling feeling in his chest was better than the heavy knowledge of his own stupidity.

Closing came sooner than he expected. Keith waved Matt off as he walked the short distance to the bus stop. As he settled into his seat, his phone vibrated in his pocket. It was a text message. From an unknown number. Keith couldn't help the stupid grin that was stuck on his face all the way home.

. . .

Lance let out a huge sigh of relief as he exited the coffee shop. His plan had been to look for the barista through the front window. If it was the same asshole as yesterday, he would walk right on by and mournfully purchase his morning pick-me-up from another shop. He hadn't recognized the employee working, and didn't even see so much as a mullet-shaped hair of He Who Shall Not Be Named. Then, right as he went to take a sip of his delicious, precious coffee, he saw writing. 

I regret yesterday a latte

Call me?

XXX-XXX-XXXX

It was the dumbest pickup line he'd ever heard in his life, and some of the competition were pickup lines he himself had used. But it made him laugh. And, now that he thought about it, that barista had looked a little worse for wear. He was definitely cute enough to be given another chance. Any gay idiot who wrote bad coffee puns on a coffee cup was definitely someone Lance could spend some time getting to know. The barista didn't need to know that, though. He'd probably wait a few hours before texting him. And then a few more, just to make him sweat.

Lance took a sip of his coffee, a self-satisfied smirk on his face. Maybe he'd even wait a few more after that.

~*Pagan Meme*~

Tagged (via proximity and desire to do it) by @stormwaterwitch​! And I tag: Anyone who sees this (as long as they’re okay with tags)!

Do you have a magical/Pagan name?

I do, but I prefer not to publicize it. The “RWT” in my url is the abbreviation, though!

How did you find Paganism?

It was less of a defined epiphany, and more of a gradual realization that led to a transition. I’ve always thought trees and wind and thunderstorms had “power”, and I always delighted in FEELING it!  But I didn’t appreciate that power reverently, in a dedicated worship fashion, until I was about 14, and started reading about Wicca. 

From the first book I picked up (”Wicca: A Guide for the Solitary Practitioner” by Scott Cunningham), everything just felt right, and the exercises came naturally to me. I never understood why “pagan” was an insult, and I always secretly believed there was more than one God or force of nonphysical power in the universe, despite being raised Christian. I met with them, communed with them, prayed to them, asked them for guidance... All that book really gave me was a name, and the gateway to an identity I now proudly embrace. (And, well, more structure and definition for what I was feeling, and ways to more directly consult and praise them.)

How long have you been practicing?

Witchcraft: I learned that little “wishes” sent out to the world had an impact at a very young age. It was an intrinsic part of my worldview, even at age 8! So without knowing I was working magic, I’d been practicing it my entire life. Pagan-dedicated worship, though? 12 years. Same time for dedicated, focused actual witchcraft.

Are you out of the broom closet?

To most people, yes. I came out as pagan to some of my co-workers within like two months of knowing them. 8F (Though I don’t openly chat about actually practicing witchcraft unless I’m prompted, because I’m not a fan of attempted evangelism.)

Solitary or group practitioner?

Solitary, though I occasionally join forces with friends and spirits.

What is your path?

I call it eclectic paganism, wherein I’m definitely pagan, but I’ve gleaned elements of truth from Buddhism and Daoism as well. As for my path in witchcraft, I call it more of a “mystical” practice, because I’m all about understanding divine mysteries, harnessing forces in the universe, and introspection as a study of microcosm. “Witchcraft” generally indicates a lot more use of physical tools, words, and rituals than I’ve ever used. (At least, not since I was about 16.) 

D E I T Y

What’s your brand of deism?

Oh boy, this one’s fun. Technically speaking, I’m an agnostic theist. I believe there is definitely something out there, but I also believe it’s impossible for humans to understand and truly comprehend exactly what that divine power is. Hence, “agnostic” (”not knowing”) “theist” (believes in godlike power). The pantheon I’ve connected most to is the old Finnish crew.

Who is your patron God/ess?

Matrons Mielikki and, well, the second is a bit of a close-kept secret. ;}P (While she’s not nearly well enough known to be considered “pop culture”, she’s been a very powerful force in my life since inducting me as a follower.)

What Gods do you worship?

Regularly? None of them, oops;; But mostly the two aforementioned. I’ve also felt a connection to Hestia, , and a weird connection to the Egyptian pantheon that definitely was Not worshippy, probably mostly from a past life? (But I was so irreverent in that life, it would probably be an insult to worship them now, ehheh;;)

Do you fear darkly aspected Gods/Goddesses, or rather respect them?

They’re practically my guardian angels. (I’m a shadow witch; their domain is my source of power! My spirit guide is a creature of the darkness!) I deeply respect, and in moments revere them, though I don’t really worship any by name.

Do you worship the Christian God?

I didn’t even “get” him when I was taken to church every Sunday. Or when I spent a week at Missionettes camp. Or when I could feel every single other person in that big room being spiritually elevated, and it felt so positive, and yet, I couldn’t feel what they were connecting to. He has never made himself known to me, so I couldn’t if I tried.

Do you worship animals? Or plants?

I revere and respect their power, and I appreciate the messages they may carry from my matrons and local spirits. So in a sense, yes?

N A T U R E

Do you regularly commune with nature?

Not as often as I’d like to... but when I’m at work with the dogs outside, and the sky is clouded over with a strong, consistent breeze: I do reach out to the forest behind my workplace and gaze off into the sky.

Taken a camping trip just to talk to nature?

I wish! I’ve never really been alone on a camping trip. Someday I absolutely will, though~ (Even though the forest Mielikki connected to me is at a local metropark with no campgrounds, and no other forest has ever “opened its heart” to me that way... it’s still a powerful feeling.)

Describe the moment you felt closest to Mother Earth?

...It’s hard to pick just one, honestly. It must be moments in which I’ve talked to the trees, or sat in the river just to feel the ground beneath me, the water around me, to breathe and get lost in it until I became a part of it...

Do you have a familiar?

I might. I haven’t exactly been working with him lately, but my chinchilla Dusty came to me in a magical way. I dreamed about holding an off-white chinchilla with a singular spot. And then went into work the next day, and saw him there. A tiny white chinchilla, with one little gray spot, just like in my dream. I resisted, initially; I was still healing from the loss of my first chinchilla, and didn’t quite trust myself? But he stayed in that cage for awhile, maybe a month, and as I took care of them, he gradually started coming closer and closer, losing his nerves, growing braver, growing closer... and then grooming me! We bonded, but he would still avoid everyone else in the store. Then one day, as I was debating whether it would be the right time to take him home, I heard the lyrics played on the radio: “Dreams do come true, from out of the blue”. So I took it as a sign, and now? He’s so very highly attuned to my moods. He gets excited when I’m excited, even if I’m just sitting there smiling at my computer screen. He runs to hide when I’m feeling frightened. He sits at the cage door and watches me when I’m getting lost in contemplation, and he seems to “join me” in peaceful meditation, and will curl up and sleep. He followed me around my room when I was setting high-powered defensive wards around it in the apartment, and if I lowkey enchant his veggies, he’ll always go for the one I was holding first.

I haven’t figured out how to incorporate a chinchilla into meditations or spellwork yet... (buuut it’s hard to rework something you’re not really doing lately, yikes.)

Have you ever called upon the powers of an animal in ritual? Or a plant?

Plants, definitely-- just today, I stirred a little ginger into my soup (to help with my perpetual stomach trouble), and worked a little magic to pull out all its healing properties I could. During meditation, I often have animal guides coming to aid me, or direct me, or watch over me, or just stop by to see what I’m doing. And of course, there was my old familiar, a tangerine ring-neck dove named Fizzy, who used to sit with me in meditation, watch over me in rituals and lend his flight to my prayers and spells, and I used his feathers in travel and creativity spells. 

Do you hug trees?

Not traditionally. I do lean against them when communing, though.

Give them gifts?

Ooh, no, but that’s a good idea. (I have adopted other gifted plants that others didn’t want, though.)

What are your favorite plants to work with?

Ooh, that’s tricky! Peppermint, maybe? Meadowsweet and heal-all remind me of a very dear witchy friend. Sandalwood usually has great results for me, but incense tends to dilute them... Probably pine above all, actually! It’s special to Mielikki, it smells wonderful, the trees are resilient and never mind giving a few needles or boughs, and the softer, enduring energy blends really well with my gentle persevering nature.

What are your favorite trees to work with?

See above. c: Closely followed by willow and hawthorn.~

What is your favorite holiday?

Definitely Samhain/Halloween!

What is your least favorite holiday?

Beltane, Litha, and to a degree, Lammas. I can’t do the ~summer energy~ thing, it makes me feel like I’m burning up and overstimulated. Moonlight rituals aren’t as bad, but I still tend to pass out in the heat, so, you know... Very Hard to Get Witchy when you’re seeing spots and your head is swimming. (The energy overstimulation doesn’t hit me as hard as it used to, not on the front end, but I don’t have as much time to dedicate to meditation and cleansing anymore, so it builds up more quickly anyways.)

Have you ever held a ritual on a holiday?

Quite often! Well, assuming Esbats count. I used to do mini-rituals for every single Wiccan holiday that I wasn’t doing a full-blown prayer/meditation session for. But that only lasted a year or two, because the story behind them didn’t really connect with me anymore.

Ever taken a day off work to celebrate a Pagan holiday?

I did, one Samhain when I had requested off and my boss just forgot. I opened up about it, as long as he promised not to laugh, and told him it’s a spiritual day for me, and he gave me the day off. Nowadays I at least request Samhain off when I can afford to, but lately my finances don’t really allow me that luxury. lP

Do you celebrate Yule on the 21st rather than the 25th?

You know, sometimes it’s the 20th and sometimes it’s the 22nd, but yes~ Back when I was 16ish, I would wake up on the morning of the solstice and watch the sun rise, to feel out the new year and perform a ritual of “planting seeds” for the coming year... hmm. Considering all the big life goals I’ve been setting lately, maybe I should get back into that routine....

nct as friends pt. 1

my friend whitney and i came up with this today and these are our opinions don’t judge pls and thank u

taeyong

v soft

is always there for you

will drop everything to be by your side

“what do you want for lunch? i’m bringing it to you.”

dancing around your house to music

movie marathons

shopping sprees

“these would look good on you, were getting them.”

photo shoots

“y/n, look this way, the lighting is perfect.”

taeil

father figure best friend

“did you eat today?”

“y/n you need to eat to replenish your body. drink water too!”

springtime walks

ice cream and pizza dates

skincare sleepovers

very supportive

“you can do it, y/n! if anyone can, it has to be you.”

is always soft for you

“i can’t stay mad at you...”

johnny

a whole dork

can and will make everything fun

will talk your ear off about chicago

plays piano for you

“i know you like *insert song* so i decided to learn how to play it.”

you have to watch him so he doesn’t trip over nothing

lets you sit in on “night night” recordings

“everyone, my best friend y/n is here! say hello y/n”

“oh! um, h-hello”

johntography

yuta

super caring !!

will do anything to make you laugh

“c’mon y/n, just a little smile!”

watching anime

makes sure you’ve eaten

will make you play soccer

“i promise i’ll go easy on you, y/n!”

will always joke around

teasing you 24/7

“let’s go, short stuff, we don’t have all day!”

kun

a whole sweetie

the epitome of “eomma kun”

makes sure you’re well rested

so supportive!

will play you anything on the piano

will make you watch comedy specials on netflix

magic tricks to impress you

cooking your favorite meals

will tell you all about the stars and planets

teaches you chinese

dongyoung

laid back boi

reserved in public

crackhead when alone

candle shopping uwu

prays for you daily

most likely will read you a book

will take you to get pastries

little arguments

like ones over what to eat

“we can’t eat ‘i don’t know’, y/n. pick something.”

chittaphon

this bitch

shit talk sessions

meme making

will dunk on you in pick up basketball

y’all are the most iconic duo

will teach you to dance

will also teach you thai and mandarin

also very caring and not just a shady bitch

“hold still, y/n! let me draw you.”

“we’re going shopping and i’m going to buy you cute clothes.”

yoonoh

a genuine friend

happy virus

will make you watch every leonardo dicaprio movie in existence

“he’s so talented look at him go...”

will also drink you under the table

“you’re tapping out? damn, y/n, i thought you could last longer than that.”

takes you out for ice cream

wakes you up at the ass crack of dawn

“y/n get up i’m bored.”

loyal

“You wanna sleep? Coward.” with Underfell Sans requested by @anonymous.

Okay, this one is a bit longer, so it’s under the cut. I had this one be pre-relationship so y’all could suffer. Enjoy~

Underfell

Red-

It’s four in the morning when you hear a ding from your phone. A small sound that lights up your phone and the dark room around it. An odd time to be up, indeed. Even for you. Perhaps that nightmare of yours was a bit too much. You don't quite remember the whole thing, but you suppose it's for the best.

With nothing better to do, you open your phone and check the notification.

thot: u up??

Oh stars, you forgot about that name. It makes his texts all the more fitting-- and utterly hilarious.

In your once quiet bedroom, you become a giggling mess.

You: Now I am

thot: lmao did i wake you

You: Nah, I was up already

There’s a brief pause in the conversation before he replies.

thot: got somebody over?

A part of you wants to rock the boat. Just to stir a reaction out of him. So, of course, that’s exactly what you do.

You: Obviously. Why else would I be awake??

His reply comes in an instant.

thot: who

thot: who is it

You grin as you close out of the messenger app. Somewhere in the depths of your photo gallery, you have an album of memes saved for moments like these.

Without a second doubt, you send him a photo of a laughing Kermit.

You: He’s cute, right <333

You wait a couple of seconds before receiving a selfie-- erm, a skelfie. It’s Red, grimacing as he gives the camera a one finger salute.

thot: fuck you

You: Lmao he has that covered already

Smartass. Your phone begins to ring. A blaring “Spooky Scary Skeletons” tune that startles you into answering the call.

“hey, asshole.”

“What’s up, thot?”

“stars-- ya still have that fuckin’ name fer me, don’tcha?”

Intuitive, as always. You’re unable to contain yourself, laughing out a mirthful, “Nope~”

“liar,” he says with no real conviction. “what’s gotcha up this late, doll?”

“My man,” you reply with a grin. “He’s right here if you wanna talk to him.”

There’s a decisive sigh on the other line. “put em on, sweetheart.”

And with that, you muster your best Kermit impersonation: “Hello, motherfucker--”

He bursts into full-blown belly laughter. Uncontrollable guffaws that have you cracking up as well.

“what the...when the fuck didja,” Red is only able to speak in fragments, absolutely floored. “the fuck are you doing?!”

You decide to keep up the act. “Well, my lady and I were busy--”

“fuck off!”

“--super busy, I should add. When you interrupted us.”

His breathing is labored from all the laughing. “stars, dollface. yer killin’ me here.”

“We’re trying to sleep here, pal.”

“you wanna sleep? coward.”

Your throat begins to hurt, so you drop the accent. “Don’t talk to my man like that. He has a point.”

“then sleep, you coward.”

“I’m not a coward!”

“oh really?”

“Yeah, really!”

The line fizzes out on the other end. He gives no response. “...Hello? Red?”

“heya.”

“Shit,” you stumble out of bed with a yelp, landing flat on your butt. Now leaning smugly on your bedroom door is Red. His grin is sharklike as he saunters forward.

“need a hand?”

“Fuck off,” you say, letting him help you to your feet. “You’re gonna kill me one of these days.”

“yeah, probably,” he takes your hand and flops back in bed, dragging you down with him. “not today, though. m’too tired.”

“Lucky me then, huh?”

“for sure,” his gaze travels up the wall, to the ceiling, and back to you. “ya never answered my question.”

“What?”

“what’s gotcha stayin’ up this late? and dun say it’s fuckin’ kermit. i know that ain’t the reason.”

You laugh once more, but in an instant, your gaze drops to your hand. He’s still holding onto you. His fingers seem longer up close, riddled with small knicks and calluses, as he massages your knuckles.

“I can’t sleep,” you admit, mouth going dry.

He says something, but you’re finding it impossible to focus. Instead, you stare into those burning red pinpricks of his. They’re lulling, despite the color. A floating crimson glow that has you thirsty for a cup of wine. Or… perhaps something else.

“yer starin’ at me, doll,” Red muses, though you notice there’s a titter to his voice. “you okay?”

Just like that, you break from your trance. God, what the hell are you thinking? He’s your friend. Best friend. He’s not here to...to…

“I’m fine.”

“really?”

“I said I’m fine, Red,” you insist, and Red visibly flinches away. The sight breaks your heart. “Sorry, I’m just...kinda out of it. Bad dreams and all that crap.”

He grunts. “ah, that sounds about right.” He gets up slightly, just enough to pull the covers over you. “i can stay if ya want, sweetheart.” His cheekbones flush at the offer. “help, uh, ya know-- chase the shitty dreams away.”

As great of a friend he is, he sure has some terrible timing. The one day your breath catches. The one time your heart’s hammering in your chest. That very moment where the world shifts into something new, more exciting, and absolutely terrifying.

He chose this day of all days.

“Uh.” Don’t say yes, don’t say yes, don’t say-- “O-Okay then.”

...Damn.

His eye sockets go wide, elated. Like he didn’t expect you to agree. “i, erm, wait. really?”

Welp, there’s no backing out now. “Yeah, really. I’m cool with it.”

He goes quiet for a moment, conflicted as he looks from you to the ground. “...am i...am i makin’ ya uncomfortable, doll?”

“What--”

“i’ll take the ground if that’s the case,” he continues, the warmth of his hand fleeting as he moves away. “s’no big deal.”

“No,” you insist, grabbing ahold of him once more. This seems to stop him in his tracks, so you continue. “I-I mean… I don’t mind. Not at all, in fact. Do you?”

Shut up, Y/n.

You feel his eye lights on you, but you’re looking down. Hoping, praying, that he doesn’t find this the most ludicrous thing.

He laughs, a little breathless, like he’s been holding it all in, before laying by your side. “quit hoggin’ the blankets, asshole.”

lOoK aT ME | jOUrnaL memE

1. Last kiss idk 2. Last phone call yesterday 3. Last text message like a second ago

4. Last song you listened to

5. Last time you cried idk HAVE YOU EVER:

6. Dated someone twice yes 7. Been cheated on

ofc

8. Self harmed yes 9. Lost someone special

yes 10. Been depressed?

yes 11. Been drunk and threw up

yes

THIS YEAR HAVE YOU:

12. had sex yes 13. How many people have you had sex with this year?

tHAT IS NONE OF UR GODDAMN BUISNESS 15. Made a new friend

kinda 17. Laughed until you cried

yes

18. Met someone who changed you no

19. Found out who your true friends were kinda

20. Found out someone was talking about you lol 21. What did you do for your last Birthday slept

22. What time did you wake up today noon

23. Name something you CANNOT wait for money

24. Last time you saw your all of your siblings at the same time today

25. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life this

26. What are you listening to right now

27. When is the last time you had sex? gtfo

28. Who’s getting on your nerves right now me myself and i

29. Most visited webpage youtube

30. Favorite colour ew

31. Nicknames hats, clogs, kisuke, father, dad, britney, ich, etc

32. Relationship Status single 33. Zodiac sign

scorpio

34. Male or female male 35. Primary school

done

36. Secondary School done

37. High school/college college

38. Eye color brown 39. Height

5'1 40. Do you have a crush on someone

no 41. What do you like about yourself

no 42. Piercings

nose, ears, lip, above eyebrow 43. Tattoos

no 44. Righty or lefty

righty

FIRSTS:

45. First piercing idk

46. First best friend primary school 47. First hookup

eh

48. First Bestfriend u just asked wtf

RIGHT NOW:

49. Eating ur mom 50. Drinking

cocacola 51. I’m about to

sleep 52. Listening to

53. Waiting for death

YOUR FUTURE:

54. Want kids? no

55. Get married? no

56. Career death

WHICH IS BETTER:

57. Lips or eyes ew

58. Hugs or kisses

ew

59. Shorter or taller

ew

60. Older or Younger

ew

61. Romantic or spontaneous

ew

62. Nice stomach or nice arms

ew

63. Sensitive or loud

ew

64. Hook-up or relationship

ew

HAVE YOU EVER:

65. Kissed a stranger yes

66. Drank hard liquor yes 67. Lost glasses/contacts

yes

68. Had sex yes

69. Broken someone’s heart yes

70. Been arrested yes

71. Turned someone down yes

72. Cried when someone died no

73. Fallen for a friend yes

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

74. Yourself no

75. Miracles no

76. Love at first sight no

77. Heaven no

78. Santa Clause no

79. Kiss on the first date kinda

80. Angels no

81. How would you label yourself? lowlife junky

82. Someone You Pray Everyday For alcohol

83. Did you sing today no

84. Who From All Your Ex’s have You Cared The Most About lilly

85. If you could go back in time, how far would you go? when i was a sperm

86. Out Of Everything In The World What Do You Wish For deagn

87. Are you afraid of falling in love? yes

88. Do you like the way you look? no