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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 4 years

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Dont Forget Those Diamonds Tonight

Summary- 2.2k Jimmy Dobyne x Fisher WIllows (The Loss of a Teardrop Diamond). Marriage isn't always bliss, even if it's somewhat convient. Jimmy gets tired of his wife's spoiled behaviour and decided it's time to change her tune. Warnings- Smut, Non Con, Dub Con.

Written for @jtargaryen18 30 Days of Chris.

Life has a funny way of flipping everything Jimmy ever expected on its heels, and stomping away. Much like his wife Fisher was doing now, heading into the party, her silver clutch gripped with a venomous anger in her hands, swinging back and forth. Sitting in the car a moment, Jimmy's nostrils flaring to get his temper under control, his eyes slide closed, repeating his age-old mantra.

I stay for Mama, I stay for Mama.

Being Fisher father's foreman, taking over his own father's job, and marrying the stuck up heiress of a daughter paid off. Barely. It was enough to keep Fisher socially happy and his mama safety in the local mental institute. The only place she could be managed. Since his father died to alcoholism, Mamas care depended on him. Although Jimmy hated it. All of it. This was purely a marriage of convenience. There was no real affection between him and Fisher. The heiress saw him as a side piece, someone to show off to her friends. Look at Fisher, she married that Jimmy boy. She's a rebel.

He was just socially high ranking enough to be considered suitable, even though at the time his father and him were dirt fucking poor living in a shack.

Thank you grandfather Governor Dobyne for something I guess.

That certainly wasn't his life now. Fisher's father built them an over sized mansion next to his for his Daughter's new life, and it came with a house full of servants to. Jimmy hated it. Hated all of it. The waste that came with this lifestyle.

With a sigh, Jimmy opened the door and straightened his tie as he walked up to the southern mansion, as soon as he entered, he put on the show he practiced over and over for Fisher's happiness. Ever the gentleman, escorting his wife around to mingle than to the dance floor for a waltz, to everyone else, they were picture-perfect couple.

No one ever knows what really goes on behind closed doors.

At first their marriage wasn't bad. It was a silent agreement they shared that night on the riverbank after that Halloween Party. Maybe it was regretting his secret romp in the back of the car with Vinnie, leaving Fisher in a state of hurt at the party they were currently at. But when Fisher curled into his side, he didn't push her away at that time. Soft whispered promises of a good life was that hook, line, and sinker. Her Daddy could give him a good job, earn enough to keep the Heiress happy.

They could grow to love each other. Marriage was about convenience. He had heard his Daddy say that over and over. “Boy, marry into money. Love is some made-up word.” While sloshed on the porch, Jimmy hauling him inside so no one saw the state his father was in.

So he did. In the beginning, when they were learning about each other, it was fun. He had the energy and enthusiasm to keep up with Fisher's whims. Work all day, escort her to some fine function that Southern Tennessee was famous for, then make love to her the rest of the night till they would pass out in a sweaty heap, sticky from the muggy night that billowed through open windows. Nothing but the buzz of mosquitos and peepers filling the early morning hours when they finally passed out.

It didn't last long though, Jimmy tried to be a dutiful husband. Coming home from work, finding Fisher fanning herself while speaking to her lady friends. He would lean to give her a peck on the cheek, and she would recoil. “I swear Jimmy, your a state. Filthy! The dust coming off you is making me wheeze. Go clean up.”

Later that night, it would be. “Jimmy you fool, the turn to the McCready Manor was right there, I swear your brain is full of cotton.”

Out on the dance floor, another bratty roll of her eyes and chiding remarks. “I KNOW Daddy paid you for that latest tux, why are you not wearing it? Everyone can see this was from last spring.”

Constant, constant complaining.

Even there sex was her pushing him off with disgust, fanning herself. “You're always so sweaty and rough. Don't you know how to treat a woman properly? Didn't Vinnie...” a sneer of the woman's name left him wishing he had married her instead. “... teach you anything worthwhile?” With a humph, Fisher would get up with a tug of her robe and go to her vanity to clean herself up, scrubbing at her porcelain skin like his touch had tainted her skin. Jimmy would just sling his arm over his eyes, repeating those words.

Doing it for Mama, Doing it for Mama.

Then that morning at breakfast, being served at there oversized table, he came down the stairs, slipping his suspenders over his shoulder and Fisher looked up, an obvious up and down look at his boots, brown slacks to White button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up, the suspenders holding it all together.

“Why do you dress like that Jimmy? Look like some low-class farmhand. You could at least dress like a foreman.” A disdained sniff showed her aggravation as she turned to scoop sugar into her coffee, even the way she did that had a way of pissing off Jimmy.

It was going to be one of those days.

Going to the wet bar, who the fuck cared it was 7 in the morning, he poured himself two shots of whiskey into one of the crystal glasses Fisher insisted on having. Bringing back to the head of the table where he sat.

“This is what a foreman wears Dear,” Jimmy said in a semi mocking tone, making Fisher hesitate sipping on her coffee.

“Well, it's low. You're the son in law of the owner, you should look the part. Even Daddy said you work too hard for being the boss.” She wiped her spoon clean and Jimmy sat, grabbing the paper that was sitting next to his own coffee.

“And just dirty up them fancy clothes? It seems pointless to me Fisher.” Jimmy ignored the coffee, going straight for the whiskey, taking a sip to ease some of that irritation his Loving Wife caused.

She of course scoffed at him. “Well, I didn't sign up to be no wife of some worker. I'm the Heiress Fisher Willow, I have a reputation to protect Jimmy. And since when did you start drinking like your father? You know you Dobynes can't handle your liquor.” She sneered at him across the table, both his grandfather and his father were terrible alcoholics, and Jimmy well she was driving him to want to be one. That was it, the man had enough and with a snap of the paper to the table, he shot the last of the whiskey. Slamming his hands against the table to pick himself up, he snarled back as he started to make his way to his little unknowing wife.

She had poked him for the last time with that scorching tongue.

“Heiress Fisher Willow became Mrs.Jimmy Dobyne a while ago, Sweetheart.” He reached her and grabbed her arm, hauling her up as she screamed, the nearby maids coming into the room to see what was wrong.

Holding her upper arm with enough force to start bruising her perfectly flawless skin, she tried to smack at him, Jimmy gave her a shake and yelled at the maids. “Get Out, this is between the two of us.”

“No! Stay, Jimmy let me go right now before I tell Daddy how you're treating me!”

The maids knew better than to disobey their orders, they left Fisher to meet her fate with Jimmy.

“Your Daddy, Oh Wife, my dearest stupid wife. Your father couldn't wait to marry you off to me. Know what he said? “Maybe Dobyne you can make her mind some manners.” Jimmy snarled in Fishers face, she lifted her hand and smacked him across the face.

“Daddy would never say that Jimmy Dobyne, and you best watch your tongue with me!” although she knew it was true, everyone in her family was tried to pass her off to someone else. Jimmy saw red and twisted Fisher around, planting her chest against the table, causing dishes to scatter, the creamer to spill, and soak into the cloth covering the expansive table. His hand ripped up the dress she was wearing till a silk-clad bottom was shown, his fingers ripped at the fine shreddable fabric and a hard swat against her heart-shaped ass left her squealing, trying to push herself up. “HOW DARE YOU” another stinging slap.

“How dare I? I'm your husband, and I've let you get away with this shit long enough.” Another stinging hit. Another squeal of anger coming from Fisher, her ass turning a nice red. Jimmy didn't care, not anymore. One hand still leaving her pinned down against the table, he rolled his suspenders down, and jerked his pants to fall open. “Your my fucking wife, that means you are to respect me. Haven't been doing much of that have you Mrs.Dobyne?”

Fisher shifted a bit with a whine, and Jimmy knew what he would find. Maybe fucking her into oblivion would make her come around to some decency. His fingers plunged between her thighs, teasing her clit while she squirmed against the table cloth, her angered cries quickly changing a tune. He had learned a while ago what she really liked, and a slight pinch made her buck under his hand. “Jimmy...” She whined and he put more pressure against the back of her neck, hissing in her ear.

“What am I Fisher, fucking say it. And mean it when you tell me.” A smack against her nerves had her bucking again, wet slick making her thighs sticky.

“You're my husband, whom I love and respect. Fuck, please Jimmy.” she wailed, her hands fisting into the overpriced table cloth she had sent to her from England.

“Shame I don't believe you, but you do look so pretty begging.” Jimmy pulled his hand from between her thighs and knocked his boot between her ankles to have Fisher spread them while pulling himself free from his trousers. “But don't worry Wife, I plan on breaking you till you say that with absolute conviction.” His cock pressed against her entrance and slid just as if he belonged in her. Fisher wailed again as her cunts walls fluttered around his cock, and there was no waiting for him. It was about finding his own satisfaction. Dragging himself in and out of her, Fisher crying out with “ah ah ah's"

As he sped up, leaving her flailing, trying to find something to grasp, just yanking the table cloth and shaking the table with each snap of his hips slamming into her. The fine China dishes rattled to the edge and tipped over to smash on the floor, scattering shards of porcelain and food all over the place. “Jimmy! Jimmy, I can't anymore!”

“Oh, but you can and you will.” His hand wrapped around her mouth, stuffing her mouth with his slick dirtied fingers, pressing her tongue down. “And I don't want no fucking attitude about it.” And he used her, till he felt her clutch around him and dig those perfect nails to scratch down the wood surface leaving marks, her cunt milking him to fill her, give him what he's been giving her, and when her last orgasm subsided, her whimpers and cries dying down, he let himself go, finally slumping over her back and loosening his tight hold on her.

“I can't breathe Jimmy.” She struggled underneath him, and he pressed a palm against the ruined table and pulled away from her, jerking her dress back down. She pushed herself up as well as he was tucking himself away and fixing his clothes. Her cheeks were flushed and her lipstick smeared out of place. As he was snapping the last suspenders back in place, he grabbed a hold of her chin. Fishers eyes flashed in defiance, and Jimmy snapped at her before she could open her mouth.

“Enough Wife. You listen carefully at what I got to say, Fisher. Tonight, we're staying in. No parties, no social calls, Dinner will be prepared, you will dress in your finest. And when I get home, were having our own private party. Is that understood?”

He waited expecting her to huff at his words, tell him how stupid was it to have a private party for two. But she didn't, instead she looked thoughtful and nodded. “Yes, Jimmy.”

This time he leaned in and gave her a peck on the lips. “Good Mrs.Dobyne, oh and be sure to swing up to the main house today when you visit your daddy. Ask your Aunt to borrow the Teardrop Diamonds for tonight. I plan of fucking you while you're wearing those.”

Fisher's mouth dropped at Jimmy's words, shocked he would use such crass language with her, and his fingers pressed against the bottom of her chin to shut her mouth.

“Don't forget sweetheart, I play the upper-class husband, but you married a low-class man.”

Leaving her still in shock, Jimmy left whistling, grabbing his jacket off the rack. Fisher had never been left so speechless before in her life.

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hermits-that-craft · 4 years

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so i came up with a basic story plot on discord if anyone wants to use it (under the cut)

Basically - Fantasy ish au where stress, grian and joe were kidnaped by watchers and there’s a rebellion

have fun, if you want to write it tag me i would forever be in you debt

So, Stress right? She's a princess of sorts, her family rules over a small area and is kind, though their powers are ice and the area is too far north to produce stable crops year round. She's raised with her siblings, and she loves her area with more of her heart then she can ever say. Visitors - friend and foe alike - say that the frozen lands are the kindest and most peaceful areas around.

However, it doesn't stay that way.

Watchers come and ransack her home, kidnapping her and her siblings before anything can be done to stop them. Stress' parents, although not nearly strong enough to fend off watchers, try their hardest to stop the group from taking their children. Nothing comes of their efforts, but the thought is kind and the price is high. Stress won't know what happens to her parents and people for years, but she knows deep down in her heart that there is nothing left of her home.

The watchers train the teens, or they attempt to. Stress was the only one who did not take her leave through unconventional manors. She survived not through perseverance but through stubbornness, and a fear of dying. Her siblings had one or the other, but not both. None of them would bow to the watchers, but Stress played a careful act of pretending that she did.

The watchers, after deciding that Stress had been trained enough, allowed her to share a room with two other people. Those people were two men who had suffered a similar fate as she did. They had survived where others had not, and now they were chosen by the watchers to room together.

The first few months were tough, Stress had no way of knowing if Xelqua or Poet shared her views and it was clear to her that they didnt fully trust her or each other as well. It was only when, in a moment of stupidity or forgetfulness, Stress sang a song that her sisters would sing that the group stared to warm up to each other. They spoke freely as they could, Poet knowing enough magic to block off the watchers control and Xelqua know enough magic to block any noise from their rooms. Stress told them her real name, and she discovered that Poet is a man named Joe Hills, who hails from a small island that doesn't have a proper name, though he calls the town 'Tennessee' and his house 'Nashville'. He was of noble decent and was a powerful wordsmith, so when the watchers came and ransacked his home they took him as well.

Xelqua, she discovered, was a man by the name of Grian. Grian was chaotic, a prankster and a thief who lived in a large city. His family was rich but not noble of character, and the avian took to stealing things from his home and reselling it to gift the money to any poor people he came across. He was taken as a teen as well, and taught by watchers in a similar way to Stress, with some people who were kidnapped from the streets with him. He struggles to call those people 'friends' after Taurtis and Sam, his closest confidants and best friends, betrayed his thoughts to the watchers, and fell for the watchers propaganda. Grian refuses to talk about what the watchers did to him, but Stress can tell from the scars on his back and his clipped wings that it was something that shouldn't be repeated.

The group holds fast to each other, trying desperately to both stay alive and stay themselves in the hellscape that is the watchers home. Stress plays her role well, as the only person who was raised in royal courts she knows how to bow to someone who does not deserve it. Joe and Grian both struggle, their morals overtaking their abilities to keep themselves out of harms way. It is only after the watchers realise that to hit them where is hurts, so to speak, would be to hurt someone they care for that they learn to act.

Stress doesn't lose hopes, though she knows that the world outside is different to how it was, she refuses to lose her hope. When Grian questions her about it, she tells him that its the only way to stay herself in a place like this. Joe only listens, nodding along but not saying anything, though when he is questioned on it he agrees with Stress. He had been with the watchers for less time than Stress and Grian had, having been taken as an adult, but he also lost his entire family to the watchers.

Stress finds herself considering the two men her brothers, her found family that is there for her, and she begins to worry about losing them. She doesn't want to, she finds it so unfair that she should lose another brother, another friend, to the watchers that killed her family, that she withdraws from them. Of course, they notice, and it doesn't do anything except to make them worried for her. Eventually, through either necessity or through accident, Stress tells them about it. The two men understand, telling her that they consider her a sister as well, and Grian jokes about finally having siblings. The group holds onto each other, that night, letting each other talk over how they feel.

News doesn't come to the group often, the watchers trickling news to them as though they are children that needn't hear about the negative things happening in the world. However, news of a rebellion reaches their ears through the whispers and mutterings that echo throughout the keep. They hold fast to the hope of a rebellion, to the idea of freedom. They don't speak of it often, nor do they think on these ideal, but at night they find themselves dreaming of freedom. Stress sings more, Grian offers to show the two around his home city, and Joe tells tales of the vineyard that he grew up in.

While tales of the rebellion spreads, the small group is forced through tests and experiments that give them more powers that they cannot fathom to use. Stress wakes one morning with wings and the ability to control plants. Joe wakes, a week laters, with wings and the ability to see snippets of the future. Grian wakes with the ability to control water and, to an extent, others minds. The group prays for freedom to come soon, to let them leave without the watchers finding them, or hurting their siblings in their absence.

That freedom comes sooner than expected for Joe, who disappears in the night, leaving his siblings behind without a word. It's too dangerous to take them where he was going, so he kisses their foreheads and disappears into the void-like mist surrounding the watcher's home.

The watchers never mention Joe again, not even blinking when he doesn't appear at the breakfast. They don't bring up 'poet' or hold Stress or Grian accountable for his sudden flight from their cell. Stress and Grian can't, don't, won't try to understand why the watchers dont ask them anything, as the only answer that the pair can come up with is that Joe is now one of the people they lost, part of a seemingly ever-growing number of dead.

Stress stops dreaming of freedom, letting herself harden under the pressure of the watchers. She will not become one of their weapons, nor will she become one of their diamonds, but she cannot let herself sleep while Grian could disappear. Grian stops asking her about tales of her home, and Stress stops singing. Tales of rebellions no longer fall into their ears.

The tests all but stop, and Stress finds herself falling into a dreamless sleep the second she makes it to her bed. She doesn't lose hope, but she doesn't gain any. There is seemingly nothing that can calm her until her head hits her pillow.

It's during one of these sleeps when Grian leaves, a note tucked under her pillow telling her that he'll be back, that he loves her, and that the rebellion is still around.

Stress cries when she reads the letter, holding it close to her before burning it. Once more, the watchers don't mention her brother, and Stress is alone again, dreaming of a freedom that she can't believe will happen for her, of a rebellion she refuses to believe will come for her. Stress can't fall into work, can't do anything as the tests stop happening and she is confined to the room that she was trapped in, food delivered to her by the watchers. Stress draws, grows plants and summons ice that she sculpts into her siblings, biological or otherwise. She lives like that, her life in limbo as she waits for the watchers to decide what to do with her. Whatever the answer is, she will walk towards it with her head high. She doesn't fear death anymore, though she doesn't want to die. She does, however, fear what will become of her if the watchers decide she isn't worth their resources.

One day, news of the rebellion reaches her ears. It's from one of the watchers who brings her food, the one that wears black headphones with blue and red checkers on them, not the cruel one with the rabbit ears. He tells her, an unsettling smile on his face, that "all of the watchers here are leaving to finally squash the rebellion. you'll be safe, once we're back we'll ba able to make you a full watcher as well. congratulations, you're the the only one of your class to succeed!". Stress cries at those words, and the watcher takes them as happy tears instead of the mournful tears that they actually are.

The watchers leave that night, the rabbit eared watcher providing her with three days food an instructions only to leave her rooms if the food runs out. She doesn't believe that the food will run out, but she thanks him anyways. She needs to make a plan to escape before that watchers come back.

The next day, the watcher's building is silent, save for the few rooms that Stress occupies. She sings for the first time in months, perhaps in years, in the empty castle. Any song is worth singing, as it fills the time and the unsettling silence. She sings songs from her home, tunes Grian taught her that the street performers would sing in his city, and ballads that Joe wrote for his home before he was abducted. Her plants flourish as she sings, and her sculptures almost appear to move.

The only thing thats stops her songs and revelry is an explosion, close by the wing of the castle in which she is imprisoned. Footsteps, loud, heavy and armoured, echo down the halls as people run through the castle. Stress falls silent, fear eating at her brain as she tries desperately to hide in a place that neither the watchers, nor any intruders, could find her. Joe had once shown her a small corner in which the stones were loose enough for her to wriggle her way into the wall, and Stress flees into the hiding place, praying that no one will look for her.

The footsteps stop in front of her door and voices echo indecipherably through the hall. Stress can't properly understand what they were saying, but she doesn't have to wait to find out as the door is thrown open, falling to the ground with a loud clang. Stress spies through the crack in the stone as people enter the room, their backs towards her.

There are five people in total, two women and three men. One of the women has blonde hair tied into a long plait down her back, brown pants and a green jacket on. A leather strap goes around her head and Stress assumes its goggles. The other woman is a zombie with green patchwork skin and flame like orange hair, wearing shorts and a blueish jumper than falls off her shoulders. One of the men wears armour thats green, the only thing that Stress can properly decipher from him is that his helmet glows from the front. A different man IS green, with a metal arm and leg and a lab coat over his chest. The final man wears a bright green jumper with a brown vest, and jeans on. The group talks amongst themselves, looking through the room for something thats Stress can't decipher. The man in the armour turns around, and Stress can properly see his eyes through the blue visor. They appear to be purple, marking him as a powerful void walker. Stress holds her breath, praying that he can't see her as the man brings his wrist up to his face.

"We can't find her, can you come here and look for her yourself?"

Stress feels tears in her eyes as the man speaks into his communicator. The two women sit down on the seat that Stress and her brothers would sit on, and Stress can see how the women look. The group, for people breaking into a watcher building, a watcher castle at that, appears remarkably calm, the two women joking around and laughing as footsteps echo through the halls. The green man, along with the the man in the green jumper, lean on the wall, talking to each other as though they had met on the streets and wished to catch up. Stress finds herself longing for that sort of interaction, though she knows that these people could be naught but dangerous to her even if they weren't hunting her.

The footsteps make their way into the building, two people in cloaks entering the room. The cloaks are drawn up, making them indecipherable to Stress, though she knows that they aren't watchers as one of the cloaks is a vibrant red, with the other one being a bright blue. The person in the blue cloak walks to the man in the green armour, as the one in the red finds their way to the two men leaning against the wall. The person in the blue cloak turns around, removing his cloak hood as he looks at Stress, and the woman in the wall chokes out a sob, startling the people in the room.

Joe is alive.

Joe helps Stress out of the wall and she throws herself into a hug with the man, wrapping her wings around the man. The group looks shocked at the pair, and Joe mumbles to her that he's refused hugs from them even after Grian found them. Grian joins the hug as well, the siblings finally reunited. Joe tells her about the rebellion, and how they are fighting to take down the watchers as they make their way to the ship that Xisuma, the man in the green armour, runs. Stress asks where she can join the rebellion. Xisuma laughs and tells her that she already has.

Stress, one day, asks the hermits if she could find out what happened to her home. Joe and Grian both exchange worried looks, though the hermits all agree to go to her the Frozen Lands to see her home, taking Grian and Joe's silences as agreement. Joe didn't tell the hermits that his visited Nashville before he joined them, though he spoke to Grian and Stress of the devastation that was left on his home, how the only thing left of the house his family lived in was the flooring, burnt and bloodied and faded with age. Grian has also confined in Stress and Joe that Evo, the city in which he lived in, wasn't the same when he returned, the people either close to kneeling over due to starvation or unnaturally healthy, glowing in a way that didn't seem normal nor natural. Stress doesn't care for their concern about her home, false hope screaming at her that her cousins or other family members would be there, ruling over the town and lands.

When the hermits arrive, Stress rushes a head of them, ignoring the concern and fear that falls from the groups mouths. But instead of running into the loving embrace of her families arms, Stress arrives to a wasteland covered in ice and ash. Stress bolts down the streets she played in as a child, sliding on ice as she makes her way to the manor that she grew up in.

Instead of the familiar structure that she expected, nothing stands except the door the main entrance. Her families crest, a simple snowflake, that was carved into the spruce wood doors is burnt into the crest of the watchers, a clear message to anyone who found their way to the manor.

Stress collapses at the door, wailing at not only the loss of her family but at the loss of her home.

The hermits find her their, her wailing subsiding into sobs as her new brothers help her to her feet, helping her to make her way to the ship that she had been living in. Nothing feels real, not for a long time for Stress, her hope waning as she realises what had happened to her family. Stress finds herself helping Joe in the medical bay of the ship, her healing magic far more potent than his was, and Stress finds herself enjoying the work. She makes fast friends out of Cleo, False and Iskall as the three of them visit her often, either with injuries or with anecdotes. For most of the hermits, what had happened to Stress' home was something they had only heard of in the stories of refugees, as only Etho, Wels, Grian, Joe and Xisuma truely understood what had happened to her home.

The hermits, the rebels, knew that they had to free more people, and Stress often accompanied Xisuma and Wels on their more diplomatic missions, her title of Princess aiding them as they gather allies. Wels also teaches her how to fight, and jokingly suggests that she should knight him as the knight for her kingdom, as his kingdom is ruled by a tyrant that wants nothing more than to watch her people suffer. Stress does knight him, giving him the status that he needs to get them respect of other knights as the champion of the Frozen Lands.

The next few years are spent in careful planning, Stress, Wels and Xisuma being the kindhearted faces of the rebellion as Cleo, False, Grian and Joe being the hard hitting fighters who invade watcher buildings and burn them down, as Iskall, Cub and Scar gather information about watchers through means that Stress doesn't know and doesn't care to find out.

One day, at a party that Stress, Xisuma and Wels were invited to, and that Grian, Joe and False had tagged along to the two watchers that fed Stress appear, not only looking for a fight but for victims to bring back to the watchers.

Stress didn't feel anything at the sight of the watchers, simply stating that they had been the ones to feed her, though Grian's eyes flashed purple as he laid eyes on them. Of course, the group fought the watchers, Stress helping the people to evacuate the building before she joined the fray.Grian fought harder than anyone else did, throwing himself into the fray when he shouldn't have. The rabbit watcher taunted him, and the one that wore the headphones laughed as Grian struggled to fight them, not letting anyone get close to them. The rabbit eared watcher threw a spear through Grian's wing, grounding the man. Grian doesn't saying anything as the rest of the hermits join the fight, Stress focussing on healing his wing.

"Why would you fight them alone, you dumbass." She asked him, tears in her eyes. "Thats Sam and Taurtis." The second the reply hit her ears, Stress stands, her wings flapping. She holds the spear in her hands as she flies up, summoning ice and vines to the room. Joe helps the hermits to a corner of the room as Stress traps the two traitors in vines and ice. "What do you want me to do with them, Grian?" Stress asks, and the man shrugs, a dark look in his eyes. "They're watchers, they've already sealed their fates."

Stress doesn't remember what happened next, though according to False and Wels it was 'the most badass' thing that they had ever seen. According to Xisuma, however, it was a safety hazard. Stress doesn't really care, though she's prefer that the next time she grow plants in peoples lungs and explodes their veins with ice she wouldn't wake up in the blood and ice of her victims.

The group becomes folk heroes in that kingdom, and they soon find themselves becoming better known in other lands as well as they defeat more and more watchers, before the only ones left are the ones that kidnapped Stress, Grian and Joe.

It took a while to find the last watchers. There was so few left of them that no one, not even Iskall, Scar and Cub could find information on the group, and while Stress, Joe and Grian were being heralded as heroes who defied the odds and survived the watchers, they couldn't rest. Stress would often find Grian planning intricate traps with Mumbo and Iskall, and she'd always have to make sure that Joe wasn't wordsmithing disaster onto their course. Of course, everyone would find Stress fussing over any injured people, to the point where it was obvious that she was too nervous for her own good. It was during one of these sessions with Cleo where the zombie worked out - or perhaps told the ex watcher - exactly what Stress what thinking.

"You hate them." Cleo smiles. "I want them locked up, where they can never hurt anyone ever again." Stress spits, trying to calm herself down. "You want them dead, don't you?" "I never said that!" Stress protests, though in her heart she knows it's true. "Don't worry, I think that they deserve it."

It took Stress a while to convince herself that she wasn't evil for wanting that. Or more so, it took False, Iskall, Grian, Cleo, Wels, Joe and Xisuma a while to convince Stress she wasn't evil for wishing death onto the watchers. But she was never fully convinced, and just when the hermits believed that she had finally believed them, Stress vanished into the night just as Joe and Grian had left her, a note being the only thing she left behind.

She knows where the watchers are, she knows exactly where she needs to go to finish this, and she knows that she cannot loose anymore people to the watchers, to that building, the one that the watchers had first held her and her siblings in. The one hidden in the frozen wastes beyond her home town. It's a long fight, one that she battles alone until she's near dead, captured by watchers once more. When all seems lost, her brothers appear, tearing down the doors and saving her before the watcher can deliver the final blow. Grian tore into the watchers as Joe heals her, and Stress spies the hermits from the corner of her eyes. The hermits battle as Stress struggles to breath, the curse that was placed on her slowly eating away at her energy. Tears prick at her eyes, too tired to even fall out of her eyes. She watches, almost as though she isn't in her body, as False and Cleo deliver the final blow, killing the watcher with a well placed spear to the throat. Energy floods back into Stress as she bolts up, the curse dying with the watcher that placed it.

There are celebrations throughout the world as the hermits make their way across, telling everyone of the good news. Stress, Grian and Joe are shown some of the survivors of their homes, and Stress makes her first speech as queen declaring that the island 'Tennessee' and the city 'Evo' are now states of the Frozen Lands. Soon, the lands that the other hermits were from join the Frozen lands, and Stress makes more announcements welcoming places into her ever growing country. The world changes as people make their way to the Frozen Lands, hoping for the home that is boasted about.

Stress' last declaration as queen of the frozen lands is stunning, a hope filled promise of home.

"I do not claim to know that the future holds, nor do I promise that it will be good, but today I speak to you all, not as a queen, but as a friend. The Frozen Lands is no more. Today, we join the Hermit States. You will chose your leader, not born of blood but of your decisions."

It was not a surprise to anyone but Stress when she was voted in as Empress, with Scar as her second in command. Joe finds home in books of poetry and song, and Grian finds life in regrowing his home into a better place.

Stress finds a family in the hermits, and the hermits find hope in Stress

#stressmonster101 #grian #joehills #joe hills #hermitcraft #hermitcraft au #story ideas

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Abroad Pt. 8

Summary: Being the Hemsworth Kids’ Nanny, you were vowed to keep it strictly professional for their sake, but do the stolen glances go unnoticed between you both?

Word count: 6.4k

Warnings: Smut! (18+!!) Oral, F reciving.

A/N: Posting this on April 24th!! I see endgame tomorrow evening, are you ready for it??

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Coming to your senses, you knew it was early. The window showed a darkness what hadn’t been swallowed by the sun yet. That’s what you get for sleeping so much yesterday. Peeking open your eyes, curling into the warmth that your lover gave off was enough to put you in a good mood for the day. You pulled the blankets over your shoulders and softly moved your arm over his back, though not wanting to wake him up, just wanting to touch him.

Laying there was peaceful and it gave you time to think. How long had it been since you’ve moved in? Five months? Six? What were you doing before this? Seemingly all the sudden, you are in California in a house with new additions to your life that you never thought possible in this lifetime. Since when are you the sentimental one?

It’s because you love him, you loved him and his kids and his whole family and you weren’t getting out anytime soon. Today you get to go to Disney for the first time. You peaked up at the clock, T-minus 6 hours and you will be at the happiest place on Earth.

You have probably 2 hours before the kids wake up as as much as you missed them, you still wanted to milk these 2 hours the best you can. You quietly and slowly slide out of bed, blushing to yourself realizing you are still naked. Maybe you shouldn’t leave him alone.

The thought left your mind when you felt him roll over. You sat on the edge of the bed and watched his arm reach out and land on the sheets lazily. He laid still for a second before his eyes popped open and he sat up on his elbows quickly, finally finding you staring at him almost laughing at his reaction. Then finding it not so funny, mean maybe. You laid back down with him and he lets out a sleepy ‘I love you’, successfully making your heart stop in place.

“Tell me you love me (y/n),” he said quickly with tickling fingers running up your sides.

“I love you, I love you!” You squealed him, pushing away his arms, “but not when you do that!” He rolled on his back pulling you with him. You just stared down at him while he closed his eyes, a small smile shying way on his face.

“I can’t sleep anymore, I’m wide awake,” you whispered to him.

“Ok, fine.” He said, you rolled off him standing out of bed while he threw the covers off.

“Chris you can still sleep, you don’t have to get up,” you told him, feeling bad for waking him.

“No I should get up anyway,” he grumbled rubbing his eyes, staring around the room. You blushed looking away from him as he reached for his boxers, you grabbing your own clothing.

“I wanna go for a walk.” You told him grabbing a water from the fridge. It’s just barely 6:30 AM. You watched as he grabbed a banana from the counter and looked around for his phone. You justified him a little more, telling him that the kids won’t wake up for a couple more hours and you weren’t the only two adults here. He just shrugged his shoulder and slipped on Liam’s shoes, now the second time your caught him doing that.

You both walked out the front door and saw the sun peeking up behind some trees to the east. Thinking to yourself that this time of day is the most peaceful. You walked around the block, not many cars out at this hour.

“I’m really excited to go to Disney today, I’ve never been,” you admitted after a moment of walking. It was an excitement that the more you thought about it the more you could hold it in.

“Oh-ho, it’s a blast, India will take you all over the place!”

You both decided that while they are doing their event, you and the kids wouldn’t be there till after it was over, spending that time exploring the park instead. You walked around the block while he asked about what you did back home and how you spent your time. You told him how much you didn’t realize you missed it. Watching your brother on the baseball field, fun summer nights with your seemingly 100 cousins.

This was time that you need alone with him. Just talking about nothing in particular. It was when you got to notice the cute wrinkles around his eyes when he smiles big, his floppy hair when it is not fixed, and how silly he is. A work of art, really. You both rounded the block and slowly made your way back to the house, the sun finally sitting low in the horizon.

“What are the other two doing today?” You asked as you walked up the driveway.

“I’m not sure, there isn’t much they can do about the house yet.” Inside was still dead silent. You grinned to yourself, a quiet house is rare. You walked to the bathroom to pull your hair into a braid and putting on clothes for the day. You emptied out your backpack and started to gather things that you might need for the day with them at the park.

“Chris!” You whispered yelled across the living room. “I need to go the store, do you need anything?” He replied with a no, and as soon as you grabbed the keys from the counter you heard footsteps coming down the stairs. The two of you stood staring at the staircase from your spots in the house waiting to see who comes out and.. It was just Miley. Thank god, if the kids woke up at this hour you would be S.O.L. later.

“Wait, I wanna go.” She mumbled as she walked towards you and slipped on her sneakers she left at the front door. Her hair was already in a bun and she was dressed like she had already been awake. You both waved goodbye and walked out.

“How long have you been awake?” You pulled the door shut behind you and started the car, realizing you had no idea where to go.

“Like an hour.” You started to pull open a map on your phone to a Target. The morning was not busy and you held a small conversation about what she was going to do, move to the house in Tennessee was the best option for them both right now. You listened quietly while you followed the directions, listening to some music coming through the car.

“Do you wanna come with us today?” Breaking the comfortable silence that fell over you both, it was too early for conversation, coffee first. One of those moments that you were thankful for starbucks being inside the store.

“Where to?”

“Disney! Its my first time and Im taking the kids, Chris has to be there for an event.” you smiled getting excited all over again. You were sure you could handle it yourself, but having another adult would be nice. She watched you get giddy and a smile take over your face, she knew she couldn’t ruin your first experience there.

“I would love to, but I actually think I’ll stay back,” you tried to skip the pout that was coming but it made a small appearance. You recovered quickly, letting it go and got out of the car with her.

You both stood in line at the Starbucks, only one person in front of you. You quickly order a iced coffee, and let her order hers and you paid for both after some convincing that it was your treat. You sat at a small table waiting for your name and realized you left your phone in the car, what else were you supposed to do with your hands?

Your name was called a few seconds later, and a minutes later they called a ‘Destiny’ and Miley got up and grabbed the drink. You gave her an incredulous look, about to laugh at her for choosing a different name and then she slowly saw the look of realization fall over your face. She was wearing a sweatshirt that you knew for a fact was Chris’s and she had sunglasses still covering her eyes. She needs clothing but she doesn’t want to be recognized.

“Oh,” you said under your breath, feeling dumb. “Do you always use that name?” She nodded with a solemn look on her face while you both headed towards the clothing section. While deep in the racks she eventually pulled the glasses to the top of her head. After a few outfits and clothing for Liam you both quickly went around for your items and some groceries for the house. They were only staying for a few more days, but you were going to be there for a while longer, kids gotta eat something.

You really only needed some necessities like personal hygiene things, indulged in a few makeup items, and a new silk navy tank that you decided would look good with a Disney themed outfit. Might as well enjoy it while you are there, right?

Miley silently thanked the heavens that you both got in and out of there, no problem, when you were sat back in the car that was loaded with bags.

“I think we got more than what we came for,” you joked, mostly to yourself but she definitely agreed. On the way back you kept pondering over how she kept such a watchful eye on her surroundings. Quick looks to her left or right, it didn’t go unnoticed by you, you had seen Chris do the same thing only a few times.

“So, is that why you wont come with us today?” You wondered out loud. Curiosity doesn’t stop you, but you already knew the answer.

“I would love to, but I just dont think its a good idea. But don’t worry about me, Disney is so much fun, you’ll have fun without me.” Feelings of regret washed over you, you shouldn’t have asked, should have known better. Of course she wasn’t going to go, especially not with the kids, she already got too much going on. Nodding your head, you turned on the music and let it take over the car, both of you trying to suppress your laugh as ‘Sucker’ was in the middle of playing on the local station. Yea, you can check off finding another best friend off your to do list.

Back at the house, the TV was playing Trolls with two out of three kids sitting, watching intently with a bowl of fruit in between them. After sorting through all the things you bought and putting them away you parked yourself at the dining table, watching both brothers cook up some breakfast.

“I’m so hungry I could die.” You propped your elbows up on the table, the smell of bacon wafting around making your mouth water. “Holy shit that’s a lot of bacon.” You admired the mountain piling up on the plate.

“Yea and $10 bucks Liam eats all of it like a cow,” that earned Chris a double dead leg kick to the back of the knees, but he quickly turned and smacked him with the spatula. Liam yelped a “fuck that’s hot” jumping away.

“Respect your elders,” Chris warned him a turned back to the stove, laughing to himself and winking at you. You watched in amusement as Liam rolled his eyes and took it upon himself to stop what he was doing and pinch Chris under his arms. He turned and threw the spatula at him while Liam tried to run from him across the island of the kitchen.

“Touch me again and I’ll kill you,” Chris warned him, almost like he wasn’t messing around. You thought ‘oh shit’, for both their sakes. All three of you in the room new he was about to come back at him as soon as Chris turned his back again.

And he did. He pulled open the drawer for another utensil. You watched with wide eyes of amusement as Liam slowly picked up the spatula off the ground and prepared himself to throw it and dart out of the kitchen for the stairs. It was almost as if you could see himself counting to three in his head, and then he threw it.

“Run!” You yelled at Liam as he crossed you headed for the stairs. You watched as Chris got ahold of the back of his shirt, Liam slipped himself out of it and opted for the back door instead, better luck to not get trapped. The back door flew open and you heard Tristan yell from the living room, “Get him Papa!” You three peaked out the door, Miley skipping down the stairs to join you.

“Oh my god!” You exhausted. You watched Chris take Liam to the ground and put him in a headlock. You gasped and threw a hand to your mouth trying to cover your laugh, not working very well.

“You gonna stop being a shithead?” You heard Chris ask him. Was this unusually hot? Yes.

“Don’t break him, I need him!” You heard Miley toss back as she walked away from the door frame in the kitchen where the bacon was probably burning. So is this the shit that Jennifer Lawrence used to talk about in her interviews? That was a thought you definitely kept to yourself.

“So these are your fast pass thingys, they will let you go to the shorter lines for the rides.” He started handing you four, “Gen got you this map of the park so don’t get lost, please. India will try to get you to stay in line to meet Elsa and Anna, don’t do it for the love of God, I have like three pictures of them and the line is forever long. The boys like messing with Gaston if you find him, and they are all three scared of the Lilo and Stitch ride, so you might want to stay away from that.” He looked good, like way good. Like, thinking unholy thoughts in the happiest place on Earth, good.

“I think I got it.” You were in a backroom in a building. Someone was ready to lead you out into the park. The both of you quickly went over rules with the kids. Always be holding someone’ hand, whether it was a sibling or yours, no running to far ahead, and don’t take your pass off your neck, things like that though you knew you would be repeating yourself for the next few hours.

“Okay,” you took a deep breath, turning to him. “You good? You look really really good.” you told him messing with his scarf.

“I’m always good.”

“Right…Well, I’ll see you in a few hours?” You looked over your shoulder at the kids then back to him.

“Uh, are you good?” The excitement was probably rolling off you in waves, taking a breath trying to calm yourself.

“I’m about to go find some Disney princesses of course I’m good.”

“Okay, I love you.”

“I love you too.” You kissed him goodbye, pulling him down by the silly scarf he had with his outfit. He watched a pink glow take over your cheeks. You knew there wasn’t anyone around that probably cared, but he was kissing you in the most public place he ever had. It was easy to forget, that one was on you.

“Oh my god,” you said quickly, pulling in, using Chris as a shield. “Is that, Robert Downey Jr.?” You shyly looked up at Chris, and then peaked again over his shoulder. “Oh my god it is.”

Chris turned slowly and you watched in horror as he winked at you and yelled, “Robert!” You turned your head the other way and looked at the kids. Sasha has parked himself on the floor while India leaned into you from behind, waiting patiently, watching the people around you and Tristan had your phone.

You felt Chris take a few steps and heard him greet him. Your heart was beating so fast, and you wanted to kill Chris, of course he would call him over. “Who is this is just saw you smooching on?” That was your cue. You turned around and Chris pulled your hand to his, intertwining his fingers with yours which were visibly shaking, you knew he could feel it.

“This is (y/n), and she’s my girl,” he said looking down at you. “My girlfriend.” You blushed under his stare. It sounded like such a juvenile thing to say, but were you complaining? Not one bit. “But we are keeping quiet for now,” he corrected himself and told him. Robert nodded in understanding.

“Well, (y/n) it’s nice to finally meet you,” he shook your hand but as always, you thoughts show on your face. Finally? “Oh I’ve heard all about you, even gotten a couple pictures of you.” He said proudly with a smart ass look on his face.

“You what?” you asked him. You looked up at Chris, “You what?”

“Oh yea we all have, he never shuts up about you!”

“Pictures? Christopher!?”

“What he didn’t tell you about the group chat?” Robert interrupted. Chris playfully glared at him before turning his attention back to you. You felt India slip her hand into your other and try to tug you in the other direction but you tugged her back, ignoring her.

“Group chat! Oh my god is Chris Evans in this group message?”

“Duh.”

“Oh my god.” You said quickly, looking at the ground, you face tomato red by now for sure.

“My job is done, it was lovely to meet you Miss (y/n), truly. I hope to see more of you.” He winked swiftly at the both of you, walking away before you could muster up another word to him.

“Oh my god I just met RDJ,” you mumbled to yourself, shaking your head.

“Ok what?” Chris protested, “How come you weren't all clammy, and blushy, and shaky when you met me?”

“Oh-ho wow, don’t try to flip this on me.” India, pulled at your arm again saying she wanted to go. “We are not done talking about this!’ You warned him as you finally allowing India to drag you away, calling the boys to follow you. Chris waved like he just got saved from a horrible confrontation, gladly shoo-ing you all away. This is not over.

By six o’clock all three were complaining of their feet hurting. You knew they wouldn’t last till the firework show but you had a small tiny hope that kept a fire inside, hoping to get to see it. You did get to see a parade though. Pictures with Buzz Lightyear, and Mickey mouse. It was a good day, but you were also burnt out with the kids. There is only so much a person can take of the whining that its too hot, or they are thirsty, or someone has to pee every 30 minutes. When you made you way back to the building you left out of, you spotted Chris sitting in the air conditioning, scrolling his phone with Gen sitting next to him. Jealousy flooded through you but you remembered that he had to stand in front of press and do a few interviews, and it calmed you knowing you were fine with having this end of responsibility.

He looked up at you four crowding in, both boys slumping to the ground carelessly while India crawled on his lap and laid her head on his shoulder. Yea, you would be doing the same. It wasn’t long before you were in the car headed away from an awesome day over all.

He broke the news to you that night that they switched most of the European side that was planned and the studios rearranged press to the other side of the globe. South korea, excited you, another stamp on your passport. He promised he would take you to Paris to make up for it because he knew how excited you were to see it again. That just pulled a head shake from you, the words sounding so foreign for someone to speak, at least from what you had grown up with.

Three weeks were filled with unstability. Weird school work hours with the kids, a lot done on a plane. You took so many pictures with them at cool places and sent them all back to your family making them jealous. Jumping from hotel to hotel was making you extremely home sick. You got to know RDJ’s wife well, spending days with her and their kids so you didn’t have to follow Chris around, you explored separate from him, though he would ways come back to you in the night but be gone fairly early the next day. It was tough but you never took a moment for granted while with the kids in such amazing places.

A couple nights consisted of a kid sneaking out of their room in the hotel and sleeping with you both falling between you. After you tucking the kids in you retreated to bed, Chris sometimes with you, sometimes he came in later if he spent time with one of his friends that evening. You always reminded yourself to not mind, it was his work and you were here for him and kids in the first place. It settled your heart most of the time to embrace the city glowing outside the windows.

Not an evening went by where you were not awake or didn’t wake up when he returned, always waiting to hear about his day. You tried to be sly and tease him a bit and sneak in a question about the movie, but it was always shut down so fast, ending in a buzz kill, but that was on you, everytime.

“I’m not telling you anything, if I know something, not saying that I do, because I don’t.” He fumbled over his words while you trapped him, attacking his neck, pulling back on his hair. Hearing his breathing run ragged while you calmly asked him about his day, if he missed you, while you touched him through his clothes, refusing to go further unless he gave up a little information. It was a dangerous game really. Were you abusing your power over him? Absolutely. Was he going to stop you? Absolutely not.

Finally fed up on an evening in Shanghai, he flipped you around so fast pinning you to the bed, daring you to try and steal touches again. A game you wanted to learn all too much. You innocently apologized while he let up and relaxed to your side. You curled over him, telling him that you know you were torturing him and you were sorry. But you just couldn’t help yourself because you always wanted him. He listened and melted under your touch while you told him it was your fault for making him so hard for you. For making him need you and comply with you while you messed him up in ever way you knew you could.

“All you had to do was answer me,” you whispered against his lips, stilling as his eyes shot open and he grabbed a hold of your hips digging his fingers into the soft skin with a dark blue lace covering you. A hand grabbed a fist full of hair and pulled you back so he could see you clearly. The sting sent a wave straight to your heat, clenching around nothing. That was new. You gasped as he stared at you, “Insatiable.”

“How about you let me give you what you need since ‘you always want me’,” you nodded slightly as he urged your hips up.

“Really?” You stilled and questioned him quickly. He nodded and tugged your hips forward as your hands fell to the headboard from his movement. You smirked, masking your curiosity, and crawled you way up his chest. He tugged you the rest of the way, making you gasp as his fingers were sure to leave bruises.

“Oh god,” you whispered as he bit at your inner thigh. You felt his fingers pull the lace to the side and his arms tighten around your thighs, pulling you to his tongue. You gasped, almost trying to sit up on your knees from the onslaught of pleasure but he held you still. Against your wiggling hips he got frustrated and ripped the lace, and it laid limp around your waist. Your hands losing their sense of direction on the headboard and flying from his hands, to his hair, back to the headboard, not able to find a place that will ground you. He licked and suckked at your clit, you jerking in his grasp which only entails a growl and a firmer hold around you, preventing you from moving away. His flicked open and closed, caught between watching you and focusing on your pleasure, enjoying your taste on his tongue.

“Oh god Chris,” you moaned out, tugging on his hair again. “Oh god, I’m gonna cum,” you let out a normally embarrassing whine but were too lost to care.

You breathe caught in your throat when he pulled away, sucking at your skin, “Already love? Were just getting started.” He allowed you the moment to push down on his mouth, your chest heaving trying to keep up. He sealed his grip again and went to town until your face was twisted up in a silent scream, gushing all over him, for sure making a mess. You came down from your high, his tongue pulling large circles around your clit and dipping back down to clean your mess. He laid kisses against your clit having your body flick in his grasp, still sensitive. Though when he didn’t let up, your heart raced, looking down at him with no mercy showing in his eyes.

“Baby, ah, I’m too sensitive,” you jumped again, trying to pull yourself up using the headboard as leverage. “Ooooo, no,” You moaned, raising your voice when he sucked your clit harshly into his mouth making your vision run white. You felt his fingers replace his tongue rubbing slowly.

“You want me to stop? Like you stopped messing with me?” He said biting and leaving a mark on your skin. He pressed his tongue, swiping up your slit, your eyes rolling back, grinding down on him.

“Look at me,” He mumbled against you. Your head was heavy on your shoulders and you creeped your eyes open to him, only for them to shut again as soon as he moved his tongue. “Look at me or I’ll stop and leave you dripping,” you could tell by his tone of voice that he wasn’t lying. You shoved your head forward and watched down at him through hooded eyes. His lips started at work again, tongue wiggling itself into your hole massaging your walls as deep as he could. Your eyes were open in shock staring at the erotic scene, and sounds he was making. You could feel your blood run hot, pulsing through you, where you needed him most.

“I’m- oh I’m gonna come,” you groaned out. His arms tighten around your thighs holding you to him and he worked feverishly on your clit. You watched him take over your senses, pretty sure you stopped breathing all together as you dragged you to your peak, spilling over, clenching over his face, hips rocking in his grasp involuntarily. You let out a gasp of air as you kept coming hard on his mouth, his tongue retreating to soft circles around your over sensitive nub.

You started to feel you muscles loosen from their tense nature, and he helped support you as you slipped down his torso and laid on his side. You legs remained propped around his waist while you tried to come back down to earth, your ears ringing.

“Holy shit,” you mumbled incoherently. Your legs felt numb over him, and you felt his hands shove hair out of your face, his thumb brush across your eyelid. When did you close your eyes? His hand roamed slowly over your own twitching body, his touch bringing your senses back to life slowly.

He watched your face lost in the reminisce of an orgasm, wiping his face with the bed sheet. He watched you with such tense adoration that he was sure you could rip his heart out his chest at the very moment and it would beat for only you. He didn’t care that he had a hard on that was almost painful and that you most likely didn’t have the energy to move at the moment. He didn’t care that you drove him crazy sometimes. He didn’t care that he didn’t get to show you off to the world yet. He cared that you were willingly still in his life and that was enough for him.

You suddenly felt the bed dip and a warm wet cloth wipe across your forehead. You eyes flinched at the contact, where did he get that? You jumped slightly when he ran it across your sensitive core and your thighs, washing away whatever mess you both made.

He laid down next to you and pulled you to his chest, kissing your forehead.

“I love you.”

“Are you sure you want me to go?” “I can wait to see it, really.”

“(Y/n) I’m not going to say it again, I swear, just pick a dress.” You were currently in the same house back in LA, staring at a rack of five different dresses, all matching Chris’s suit choices. He wants you to come with him to the premiere tonight, and you have 5 hours before you need to leave and all the sudden he’s like “oh yea, by the way, your coming with me tonight”. Uh, what? The initial panic wore off too fast and now you were just curious. You stood next to India looking over your choices.

“What do you think?” You asked her, starting to favor the white dress and a blush pink dress.

“Papa which are you wearing?” She asked him in retaliation. Smart girl.

“Well, sweetheart I wanted (y/n) to pick, but I’m thinking either the printed jacket with the solid pants or the printed pants with the solid jacket, definitely the navy blue though. What do you think?” You eyed his choices hanging on the rack and the material and patterns.

“Ok, dont hate me,” you started to laugh, “But I like the printed pants and the printed jacket with a solid shirt.” He eyed the two pieces, and slowly started to nod.

“You’re right.” He grabbed the two and dressed in them so we could see the whole look. India nodded in approval, grabbing at the blush pink silk dress for you to wear.

“(Y/n) wear this one.” You pulled the hangar from the rack and felt the material between your fingers. The smooth silk texture was bound to feel amazing and comfortable against your skin. You smiled at her and walked to the bathroom to slip it on, the designer following you in to help you zip it up.

“Wow,” she said behind you looking in the mirror, “Fits you like a glove.” You blushed from the compliment, she wasn’t wrong. You opened the door and stepped out, picking up the bottom as you walked, sighing when you realized you would need to wear heels with it. Not your favorite thing in the world.

“Wow.”

“Wow.” Like father like daughter. You blushed and looked down at the dress from their stare. If you couldn’t control your reaction from their staring, how were you going to around others?

“Do you like it?” You asked them both, gauging their reactions. Chris floating with nothing but adoration from his eyes, raking across the material and how it lays daintily across your skin. You watched his eyes dance around the dress and he walked closer to you resting his hands on your shoulders to admire up close.

“Beautiful,” he kissed your lips softly, your head feeling like it was floating till a ‘eww’ leaked from Indy’s mouth, Chris waving a hand at her, dismissing her. The designers’ assistant leading her upstairs to join the boys where they were watching The Incredibles to keep them away for awhile. Your eyes followed them as they disappeared up the staircase.

You sighed, you shoulders dropping, “I’m kind of nervous.” ‘Kind of’ was an understatement.

“That’s alright, I’ll be with you and if and when I get pulled away, I’ll make sure you are in good hands. Miley and Liam will be there, so will Luke and his wife, you can keep each other company.” The designer interrupted you showing you a jumpsuit for after the carpet, that you could change into for the actual screening and the after party. This was really going to happen. You knew it meant alot to him, you couldn’t say no this time or hold him back, it would be selfish. You nodded and went with the flow, following instructions to go take a shower, hair and makeup would be here within the hour.

You pulled up to the venue, staring out the windows at the hoards of people behind barricades and the hoards of people with cameras and interviewers. “Chris, I really think I’m going to throw up.”

“Hey, It’ll be alright,” he said, turning your head to him, laying a quick, soft, reassuring kiss to your lips. “Just hold on to my hands, I won’t let you trip. You don’t have to talk to anyone, just smile. The photographers will scream at you and tell you to turn this way and that. Just ignore them or do as I do. They might shout and ask who you are, just ignore them. Gen will instruct each interviewer what not to ask before I speak with them. You be with Miley and Liam after the carpet while I do some press.” His hand laid comforting on the side of your neck, keeping your attention, trying to digest everything he was saying. “Everything is under control.” He gave you a small smile, trying to decipher what you were thinking. You nodded in his grasp while he watched you making sure you were sure.

“Okay. I trust you. I love you.”

“And I love you. I’m going to get out and come around to your door, alright? As soon as I open your door, there will be pictures, okay?” You nodded again and took a deep breath, letting him know you were ready.

As soon as he opened the door, there were shouts about who you were and asking you both to look in their direction. You clasped both your hands in front, grabbing Chris’s hand in yours, hoping it would disguise the shaking. You smiled like he said, and followed his lead. Gen met you at the entrance and directed you through crowds and past interviewers to the carpet first so you could get it over with.

He whispered a reassurance in your ear, and you put on your brave face. The same sweet smile that you plastered when you turned the corner in his house for the first time, seeing him standing there in the kitchen, masking your shock. It was the same smile. Beautifully mastered.

Feeling his presence next to you was enough to drown out the shouts and flashes of the cameras and people behind them. You took a few steps with him, shifting down the back drop, hoping that the makeup would cover the blush flooding your cheeks when chris kissed you cheek in front of the cameras and mumbled a, “Your doing amazing,” in your ear. You could see Gen on the end, ushering you down the back drop a few steps. A few more moments and then it would be over. You finally gave in to a person yelling for an over the shoulder shot, and turned you head finding the camera, putting on a bright, shy smile. One could only hope you don’t look stupid right now.

Finally off the carpet, the cameras left your direction and you watched as you finally laid eyes on Liam and Miley starting the carpet. Chris gave you a quick goodbye kissing your cheek, as you watched them walk in front of the cameras, waiting for them at the end. Liam laughing at Miley and walking out of the way so she could have her own shots. She was a natural, glowing and carefree, in front of them all. It seemed like a totally different person from the Miley you grew to know. You watched her as she finally met you both at the end, walking behind and out of view.

“Wow,” you told her as she admired your own dress, “you are so amazing.” A new found sense of pride came over as you watched her retreat back to into a shell that she was in outside of the public eye. They both complemented your dress, you returning it. You both walked towards the entrance, them both saying they did a few interview before hand. You nodded and waited a moment to see if you could find Chris in the sea of people. You found Chris alright, but it wasn’t the one you were looking for.

You surpessed your panic for the hundredth time and turned to Miley sporting a mischievous smile. She followed your gaze and found him, shaking her head at you. Oh your were definitely making him introduce you after the screening. One hundred percent. You were in a slightly confident mood and needed to do it today before the high wears off and you become mortified again.

After you and Miley changed out of your dresses and heels into a bit more of a casual attire, you three went inside and took seats as the cast started to pile into the front of the theatre. You eyed the crowd, finding some of your favorites in the mix, a moment of pride filling your body to see your Chris up there with them all. This is the kind of moment where a person evaluates their life and needs a pinch to prove that it’s real.

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unicornrepublic · 5 years

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I just had to tell someone I dont live in Tennessee anymore and I like almost had a breakdown but like in a good way I am SOOOOO glad I was able to leave, i was worried it wouldn't help but it helped so so so much. I thought I was gonna die there but here I am 300 miles away and alive even if sometimes I dont wanna be like at least I'm not in goddamn mother fucking Knoxville fucking Tennessee. Its unbelievable that I actually managed to leave and it was SO worth it!!!!

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How do you cope with the coldness of Michigan? I’m a southerner whose moving to upstate NY in a few months and i need some tips™️

okay, so, i’ve lived in michigan my whole life. i don’t even own a coat because i’m so jaded. but:

when you’re outside:

if your feet are cold, your whole body is gonna be cold. get some warm socks (wooly ones are great, but really just any socks that go past your ankle are probably fine)

keep a blanket or an extra jacket in your car, either you’ll need it at some point, or your friends will and you’ll be happy to have it

keep a snowbrush in your car also

don’t wear anything other than boots if there’s snow. it’s miserable when your shoes get wet when it’s below freezing. also, doc martens aren’t winter boots but they’re better than tennis shoes or skate shoes

wear layers! when it’s really cold, I usually wear a t shirt with a flannel with a jacket over it. If it’s 20 or below, you’ll probably want at least three layers (ideally, one of those layers would be a coat!)

I don’t do this but some people wear long underwear (which is like….leggings? from my understanding) under their pants

if you’re a straight dude please dont wear basketball shorts if there’s snow on the ground it makes everyone uncomfortable to see your frozen, pink legs

if you’re doing a lot of walking, get some gloves. even if they’re not super warm. there’s nothing worse than cold wind biting at your fingertips

scarves are fashionable and they keep your neck warm! or you can get one of those turtle fur things that i see people wearing a lot

if there’s a lot of snow and ice on the ground you can get boot treads. these honestly fucking rock. nice if you’re hiking

hot hands are also nice, especially if you’re going to be outside for a while. i used to put these in my boots when i went snowboarding and also when i was in tennessee last year

Honestly, if you’re dressed properly the cold won’t even bother you much, especially if you’re moving around!

In general:

it can be miserable but try to get outside in the sun for at least a little while everyday. Or, keep your blinds open to get sunlight. The cold and dark can be really depressing, even for those of us who’ve lived here our whole lives

Eat fruit! maybe this is not a universal experience but it always brings me into a better mood. it might not be in season but it’s better than nothing

Warm drinks (like coffee and tea and hot chocolate) always make me feel nice and cozy

If your house/apartment/whatever is cold, you could get a space heater. i used to have one in high school and it was a life saver. I dont have one anymore, but I have about 5 blankets on my bed. you’ll get much better sleep if you’re not shivering!

that being said- extra blankets!!

It’s easy to shut yourself in when the weather is bad, but try not to do that too much, unless it’s hazardous to be outside. make plans with friends, walk around, etc. the snow is awfully pretty and it’s nice to look at. enjoy the season

just as an extra cozy self-care thing, having string lights and candles and things that calmly glow are just….nice….

XOXO

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thebellwitchblog · 5 years

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Reasons why my life is a fanfic

I dated my roommate fall semester freshman year of college. I was literally the “And they were roommates” vine.

He was set to inherit part of his father’s manufacturing company, so I would have been pretty comfortable if we stayed together.

Said roommate then started dating the Resident Adviser (an upperclassman over our hall for those of you that don’t have them)

I then got said RA fired cause I'm petty and found out they started shit while I was dating the ex in question.

I got engaged early 2018 to someone I'd been in love with since I met them. But we were only marrying so I could have his health insurance. He didn't know I was in love with him. But then drama happened, so it got called off.

I'm now engaged to the same friend again, but this time I'm not in love with him. (Edit: still in love with him just in denial)

New years eve party 2019 I finally got with someone I was interested in two years before and then realized he wasn’t that good.

While my mother was in the hospital I found the cute charge nurse for our floor on Grindr and hooked up. Then he caught feelings and I bailed.

Because of my mother being in the hospital among other reasons, decided to do the semester online rather than go back to campus, and a whole lot of fuckery ensued.

Such as reconnecting with three people I've almost dated in the past and finding out they're all still in love with me.

But not being on campus for a semester meant drifting from a guy I had been really interested in dating eventually. Still feel bad about that.

I once dated someone that went on to get... third place in a season of American idol? Then got blamed for them losing 😒😒😒 cause we broke up partway through the contest cause they were cheating on me. (I'm not gonna put their name or even gender out cause I'd rather not be connected to them.)

Also dated another person that a few years after we lost touch went on to be the bassist for a band that became reasonably popular for a bit before fading to obscurity.

My mother's family used to own all of the land that would become Austin, TX. And that was the poorer side of the family.

But because of cousins cheating my side of the family out of inheritances through the generations and then my mother's poor decisions we're now the poor family.

My grandmother's maiden name was Towles, which was originally Towle, as in Towle Silver. And that wasn’t even the main part of the family’s wealth.

A bit further back in my mother's ancestry are the Bell family. If you've heard of the Bell Witch of Tennessee, you've heard of my many times great grandmother Elizabeth "Betsie" Bell.

My mother was engaged to the then-heir-now-owner of Johnson & Johnson at one point.

Mother was a serial fiancee. She was engaged more times than years shes been alive (she's in her 50s) and hardly remembers any of them.

I've been engaged to... 3 different people? Only cause I usually jump ship before they get the idea in their head to propose.

My maternal grandmother found out that my grandfather had two different wives in other states (he worked for the railroad. Ended up being a multimillionaire before he died) and told him never to step foot in her city again or she'd take him to court for every penny he had (she was the first wife and had two kids by him) but refused to ever divorce him.

His horses were mentioned in his obituary but not my mother or her brother. I think only the two daughters he had by his most recent wife were mentioned out of all of his kids.

My mother's godfather was a hitman. And a few of her cousins were part of the drug side of the mafia. But we don't have anything to do with them anymore.

My mothers first husband was abusive. She hit him so hard with a frying pan that the vibrations in it caused her to drop it. The handle broke when it hit the floor.

She repeatedly beat the same husband's head into the bar of a fold out couch so hard that the bar went from bending slightly upwards to downwards.

Mentioned this in another post, but when I was kidnapped by my own father at the age of 6, my mother called said cousins and had new identities, jobs, and housing set up for us as well as transportation and an extraction team set to kill everyone and rescue me. Thankfully it didn’t have to come to that.

Going back to the Bell thing, supposedly my mothers family have been a long line of mediums, psychics, etc. At least one person in each generation is born with an innate ability to see/commune with spirits or get visions.

It's probably partially because of that I ended up practicing magic as well. Being a witch counts as a reason my life is a fanfic right? Lol

First time I went to a beach (while kidnapped, but before it was revealed I wasn’t going to be returned home) I got lost in the ocean. I was underwater for 10 minutes before washing up on shore perfectly fine.

I've fallen through two ceilings and been perfectly fine. One time I fell right next to a set of stairs. Is this plot armor?

Honestly the sheer amount of times I’ve come within a hair’s breadth of dying or, logically, should have died is insane and many of my friends now believe me to be immortal.

I wasn’t supposed to have been born. My mother was prone to miscarriages and due to scar tissue shouldn’t have even been able to conceive anymore. Plus she went into labor with me at 18 weeks, but they managed to stall it till I was born at 32 weeks.

They thought I had cystic fibrosis when I was a wee baby and thus didn’t expect me to live. Turns out I just had really really bad allergies.

Some people believe me to be the reincarnation of my grandmother. I look and act just like her, even have the same taste preferences for the most part, am named after her in two ways, was conceived a week or two after she died, and my original due date was her birthday. Which, just like when she was born, fell on mother’s day that year.

I was born in the middle of March in the American South. What began as rain turned to snow as I was born, and even accumulated enough for my elder siblings to go play out in it.

I have a collagen disorder that, while making me extra flexible, also means I'm prone to injuries, have a poor immune system, could spontaneously have an organ rupture, have spinal issues, bad knees and hips, etc. Also causes migraines and could be a possible cause of my mental illnesses.

Almost every best-friend I've had growing up had admitted to being in love with me. The other two or three admitted to crushing on me.

Despite being the exact opposite kind of person you would expect to be, I was at the top of the social ladder in high school. I was openly LGBT, an art kid, and one of the nerds, but because I was fairly charismatic and great at manipulating authority I had the backing of almost everyone both in the student body and the faculty. Anyone that had a problem with me couldn't act against me without having almost everyone turn against them. It was nice.

I have an unhealthy addiction to coffee. Surely that's a requirement for relatable fanfic protags.

#reasons my life is a fanfic #I swear none of this is made up guys #ask any of my friends #sussiekitten has heard all of this in the past as I rant about my life #so have i-is-pengui and shortangrytsundere #my life is wild #I should really turn this into a book #or at least some of it #gods know there's enough drama and sheer fuckery #fanfic #fanfic tropes #why does my computer not think relatable is a word #personal #my life

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freelytinystudentblog-blog · 6 years

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Beginning

So I guess for starters Im gonna say i am probably going to remain anonymous for a while. Also this stuff might get deep and personal so ill change all names. Since freelytinystudentblog is ridiculously long im just going to go but Eve because why not. Im not trying to look for attention posting all this stuff but i need an outlet and what better way to do it than anonymously on a website where it probably wont get read. So if you do happen to stumble onto this page then welcome. Hopefully you wont get bored. I guess its time for me to start with the beging which would be about 3ish years ago when I was a wee little lass and believed that because i was 13 i was basically the shit(which i obvously wasnt). I had moved a total of 3 times which doesnt seem too bad but it was always when i got really attached to people we moved and i never spoke to them again. This time was no different. We moved from one small town to another. Being one of the only mixed kids there besides my brother was surprisingly positive and annoying. Why youre probaly not asking? Well because my hair was everyones interest. A big ball of poof i always threw into a pony tail because honestly there wasnt much else to do with it. Everyone wanted to play with it or see how much stuff i could hide in it. It was fun at first but quickly got annoying. While there was that downside to the town it also had some positives. For example it was there that i realized that i was bisexual. To be honest i never thought about liking girls until my boyfriend at the time and his friend were talking about how they were both Bi and i said it to fit in a little. I didnt actually believe it until i realized the way girls made me felt. How i always caught myself looking at their chests and their butts, and how i fell for my friend Taylor. She was my first offical girl crush. Anyway this is getting a little off topic though it was important. Like i said there were many positives like the cool friends i got to meet, I got into blood in the dance floor and had a little emo phase and met a guy i thought id be with forever. That all sounds good but with all positives comes negatives. I began to get super depressed and even cut a few times. I felt trapped in my relationship with Damien. Whenever we fought hed threaten to kill himself or say stuff like “without you id kill myself” which is a shitty thing to say to someone in my opinion. I started doing things id never do like sneaking my boyfriend over and all that. But the biggest neutral that happened was me losing my virginity. No big deal it seems but i was freshly turned 14 and he was 16. We werent safe there was no protection. I know losing your virginity is supposed to be meaningful but i dont remember it. I wasnt drunk or anything so i dont know why i dont remember it. Anyway a couple weeks later i snuck out and walked around town and ended up having sex again in the graveyeard(insert judgement here) I knew something was wrong soon after. I felt sick so i told him i thought i was pregnant. He paled and asked if i was would i abort it. I instantly said no because i dont believe in abortions. After that night things got weird. Me my mom and my brother went to Tennessee. Driving up the mountains i felt sick to my stomach which i brushed off as carsickness. We get back from our vacation and i started craving the weirdest shit like frozen hot pockets, whole packages of cheese ect. I caught myself randomly thinking about having a baby and got scared. I ended up having my older family friend get me a pregnancy test and surprise surprise i was el prego. I cried for about 5 minuets before shutting down. I didnt know how to feel i was only 14. I called and told Damien that night and he was as shocked as i was. Later on he told me he started crying after we hung up. So a few days later i went home and told mom. She wasnt as mad as i thought she would be. She refused to let me give the baby up for adoption because it was my mistake and i had to live with it. I dont think i couldve done it anyway. No one really understands how attached you get to the little baby inside you. I believe the same day i told the rest of my family. My grandma didnt talk to me for a couple of months. I had an aunt who told me i needed to give it up for adoption because i was gonna ruin the babys life.I had another aunt not let me see my cousin Bri for atleast 6 months which hurt so much. Me and bri are like sisters we’ve been almost inseperable ever since we were little which is funny since shes younger than me. Damien was determined to stay in the babys life and not leave no matter what. Me being pregnant at such a young age wasnt easy. I lost most of my friends and began homeschooling which was terrible. The nine months of me being pregnant was basically filled with me fighting with my boyfriend getting insanely jealous, cheating, and more sex. We shouldve left each other months ago. Looking back i shouldve left sooner. It was a toxic relationship for both of us. 9 months later my baby boy was born. Mister Phoenix. My angel. It was kind of ridiculous damien and i fought even in the hospital. We brought phoenix home and i was hoping the relationshup would get better. It didnt. I caught him sexting his ex and swore to break it off with him. I didnt. I swore to myself i wasnt going to let my baby grow up without a father. In july 2015 we moved 45 minuets away. Damien came on the weekends because my mom picked him up and took him home. That laster all summer until school started and he couldnt anymore. It seemed like us being apart made us fight even more. By november he broke up with me. Now i was 15 and a single mother. I was devasted. I had no one to turn to since i didnt have any friends in my new town. I was alone and began eating my depression away. Every month on the 11th i would sit down and cry. I wasnt in a good state. By 2016 i swore to myself id move on from Damien and become an amazing mother but it was so hard He kept popping in every 3 months or so flirting with me making me fall for him over and over again only to get crushed over and over again. It was a hellish cycle but honestly im glad i went though it. Why you ask? Well simply because every time he left itd give me more reason to stop liking him and even hating him. Now he texts me and i just roll my eyes. Going through that definately helped me move on. He wasnt there for any of the birthdays and i honestly am glad. I understand its my kids father but i grew up with a dad who lived in the same city and still couldnt come see me. I dont want my baby going through that. Once hes older i plan on explaining everything and giving him a choice of whether he wants to get in contact with his father or not. Itll be completely up to him. Now before you start judging me to hard think about this. I became a single parent at 15. The father never visted his son or even asked. Hell this january was the first time he saw phoenix in Two years. Two thats ridiculous. After the very awkward encounter he hasnt bothered asking to see him since. Its hard for people who dont have kids to understand this i know but i know what im doing is for the best. This sunday is going to be his 3rd birthday and his father came up with stupid excuses as usual. Now i know i left out some stuff but some of it is hard to put into words plus if i added anymore itd be unbelievably long. So this was the begining and current i guess. 14 and pregnant. 15 and a single parent. currently almost 18 and still doing it bymyself just a little better. Thats all for now. Ill probably make another one soon about relationships while being a single parent so yeah. Peace.

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1 - Who was the last person you texted?on here? @lustroses in rl? my mom 😂2 - When is your birthday?november 193 - Who do you want to be with right now?her4 - What sports do you play?in high school? i played softball and tennis. growing up i played basketball, soccer, volleyball, football, baseball -pretty much anything and everything i could5 - Who is the first person in your contacts?my boss (only bc his name starts with an a tho lol)6 - What is your favorite song as of the moment?thats a tough one tbh maybe sorry not sorry by demi lovato? this honestly changes everyday7 - If you were stranded on an island, who do you wish to be with?hmm maybe @madisonbeer @demilovato would be interesting lol8 - What do you feel right now?content but also depressed9 - What chocolate is your favorite?reeses10 - How many boyfriends/girlfriends did you have?ive had 411 - Why did you create a Tumblr account?boredom12 - Who is your favorite blogger?not sure tbh13 - Where do you want to be right now?cali, new york or tennessee 14 - What do you want to be in the future?wealthy and happy15 - When was the last time you cried? Why?last night and stupid shit16 - Are you happy?im alright17 - Who do you miss?anybody who knows me already knows18 - If you were given a chance, would you like to have a different life?idk probably not19 - What was the best thing you were given?tbh love from my family but also really loving the clothes @queenddl that i wear pretty much everyday20 - Who was the last person who called you?my grandpa21 - What is your favorite dish?https://goo.gl/images/SRxJRs22 - Who is your bestfriend?@queenddl and @thishailee23 - What is your biggest regret?too many tbh24 - Have you ever cheated on your partner?yes i was stupid back then25 - Who do you spend crazy moments with?family26 - Name someone pretty.to be safe im just gonna go with madison beer, demi lovato, selena gomez and all my friends27 - Who was the last person you hugged?probably my grandparents28 - What kind of music do you listen to?all kinds pretty much anything with good lyrics29 - Are you over your past?i wish i was30 - Who is the last person in your contacts?this guy named zachary who was supposed to watch my dog once31 - What kind of person do you want to date?someone who is all about me, loyal to me and wont give up on me/puts up with me tbh32 - Do you have troubles sleeping at night?no sleeping comes natural to me 24/733 - From whom was the last text message you received?group text with my mom and brothers, but specifically from my mom34 - What do you prefer, jeans or skirt?jeans35 - How’s your heart?its beating so i cant complain36 - Did you ever have a girlfriend/boyfriend whose name starts with a “J”?no37 - Do you like someone as of the moment?eh38 - What would you want to say to your latest ex-boyfriend/ex-girlfriend?i hope ur doing well and that ur happy39 - Do you have any phobias?i do40 - Did you try to change for a person?no41 - What’s the nicest thing have you given to someone?im not sure. i pay for my brothers food a lot lol.42 - Would you go back to your previous relationship?hell no43 - Are you in a good or bad mood?eh44 - Name someone you can’t live without.@queenddl and @thishailee45 - Describe your dream date.something we both enjoy doing so it would depend on what they like46 - Describe your dream wedding.anything with family and the right person there47 - How many roses did you receive last Valentine’s?one48 - Have you ever been kissed?kinda49 - How long is your longest relationship?about 6 years i believe50 - Do you regret your past?something’s yeah51 - Can you do something stupid for someone else?i have52 - Have you ever cried over someone?many times53 - Do you have a grudge against anyone?i dont think so54 - Are you a crybaby?no55 - Do people praise you for your looks?lol no56 - Did you fall for someone you shouldn’t?yup57 - Have you ever done something bad but you don’t regret?lol yeah58 - Do you like getting hurt?no but im good at it59 - Does anyone hate you?probably60 - Did you slap anyone whose name starts with an “R”?no61 - What hair color do you prefer?brunettes r hot62 - If you can change anything about yourself, what is it?gender and anxiety63 - Do you love someone as of the moment?i love my family and friends64 - Have you ever thought of killing yourself?a few times65 - Do you have issues with somebody in your school?no i avoided drama in high school66 - Can you live without internet?probably not at this point67 - What’s the song that remind you of your special someone?2u by justin bieber and body like a back road by sam hunt68 - Are you good at holding back your tears?sometimes yeah69 - Are you a crybaby?nope again70 - Have you ever experienced being hysterical?yeah lol71 - Are you a KPOP fan?nope72 - Do you study hard?lol i tried but i never knew how to properly study73 - Have you ever sacrificed something important to you for someone you love?yup74 - Did you ever had a kiss under the moonlight?nope75 - Have you ever ridden a boat?a few times76 - Did you have an accident last year?no77 - What kind of person are you?apparently my friends say im mysterious78 - Have you ever thought of killing someone?i mean its crossed my mind but not seriously79 - Have you ever been jealous?too many times80 - How can you prove your love to someone?ill tell ya when i figure it out81 - What are you thinking right now?so many things, mainly i dont want to go to work tomorrow82 - Who is the 6th person in your contacts?so weird but its actually my grandpa’s best friend, whos not even alive anymore sadly83 - Do you have any memories you want to erase?many84 - Have you been hurt so bad that you can’t find words to explain how you feel?yup85 - Did you ever badmouth someone?i have86 - Have you ever had an argument with someone?who hasnt?87 - Do you have trust issues?yup88 - Are you broken-hearted?yup89 - Who’s the person who first comes to your mind when someone mentions “love”?cr…..azy…batman ;)90 - Do you think all the pain is worth it?depends but usually not91 - Do you believe in the phrase “If it’s meant to be, it will be”?yes92 - Who do you want to marry?idk93 - Do you believe in destiny?yes94 - Have you ever thought “I already found my soulmate”?i have thought that95 - How do you look right now?relaxed and comfortable96 - Do you believe that first true love never dies?i do believe that but sometimes that love changes even tho its still there and always will be97 - Have you found your true love?nope98 - What should you be doing right now?cleaning99 - Name one of your ex-boyfriends/ex-girlfriends.ashley, danielle, whitney…100 - Did you ever feel like you’re not good enough?all the time

#anonymous #answered

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Quentin Tarantino (about this director)

Quentin Tarantino is at the moment my 2nd favorite filmmaker. Here is a list of his films that are worth talking about and his personal life.

Personal life

Quentin Tarantino was born on March 27th, 1963 in the state of Tennessee. For most of his life, Tarantino lived in California. One of the coolest jobs he ever had was as a video rental employee. He learned so much about film and movies there and that's what pushed him to pursue filmmaking (thank God he took that job). He has made 9 movies and here are a couple I can talk about. (Also I dont have an absolute favorite from him)

Reservoir Dogs (1992)

His 1st film he ever made was called Reservoir Dogs. The movie is about 5 criminals who dont know each other trying to pull off a Diamond Heist while having inner turmoil and troubles. This definitely sets the trademarks of Tarantino's Style such as The Bloody Violence and Strong Language, Great Dialogue scenes, great soundtrack, homages to older movies, and Unpredictable twists among other trademarks. This is one of my favorites from him and is definitely a really great debut film.

Pulp Fiction (1994)

His 2nd and probably most famous movie is Pulp Fiction. It is 3 stories in one movie told in a non-linear fashion. Story 1 follows Jules and Vincent, 2 hitmen as they question people for their crime boss and get caught up in a robbery. Story 2 follows Vincent taking care of Mia, the wife of the Crime boss with a Drug Problem. Story 3 follows a Boxer that gets hired by the Boss to kill someone in the ring and him getting away with it. They are shown at different points in the movie but it makes sense in the end. You have probably heard alot of Pop References to it or have maybe already seen it, it is a very popular movie and is really good, one of my favorites from him but not my absolute favorite like almost everybody.

Jackie Brown (1997)

Jackie Brown is his 3rd film and one of his most underrated films. It deals with an airline attendant named Jackie smuggling drugs to a crime boss named Ordell but it doesnt work out too well, so she gets a team to stop Ordell. This like I said is very underrated especially since this came inbetween The Megahit Pulp Fiction and the successful Kill Bill Vol. 1 so it is placed in a weird time but its gained acclaim over the years so I'm happy. It's one of my favorites from him.

Kill Bill (Vol. 1 and 2)(2003-2004)

His 4th and 5th movies are classified as 1 movie by him so that's why he says he has 9 movies when he actually has 10. It is about "The Bride", a woman who gets shot dead by Bill (her husband) and his team, The Deadly Viper Assassination Squad, until she wakes up with an urge for vengeance as she attempts to kill all the members of the squad leading up to Bill. These movies are some of his most violent movies, with alot of blood and sudden violence, but some of it is over exaggerated to the point of ridiculousness so its somewhat funny. It is an experience to watch these 2 films back to back (that's how me, alot of people, and even Tarantino himself say you should watch it as). It is one of the best Revenge stories I have ever seen and is a great homage to Martial Arts and Japanese culture too, I would really reccomend it as it's one of my favorites.

Django Unchained (2012)

His 7th film (I skipped over two movies, one because I havent seen it and the other because of the title and plot; even though its really good) is A Revenge movie set after the Civil War following Django, a freed slave getting revenge on the people who did him wrong and to get his wife back. He does this with the help of Mr. Schultz, a Bounty Hunter. This is his most violent and heavy movie as it deals with Slavery and the problems Black People faced and also includes Shootouts and intense violence but is really good and gets you rooting for Django. It's a really good film that is probably one of my favorites of his. (Also I'm skipping over his 8th film, Hateful 8, because I havent seen it and his 9th film, Once Upon A Time In Hollywood, because I have mentioned it so much to the point that I don't know what to say anymore).

Conclusion

This was a Biography and list of films by Quentin Tarantino. I hope you have a great week and stay safe.

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toomanysurveys9 · 6 years

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The Redundant Basics I. What does the name say on your birth certificate?

marlina dee.

II. What is the name that all your friends call you by?

usually marlina. sometimes marley.

III. What day of the year do you blow out the candles?

september 1.

IV. Which country authorized your passport?

i don’t have a passport yet. i’m going to get one for wyatt and me though because we want to travel.

V. What are you Zodiac and Chinese signs?

virgo and rooster i think?

VI. In terms of politics, do you sit on the right or the left?

eh. not really on either side completely.

VII. Look in the mirror. The color of your hair is what?

brown.

VIII. Look in the mirror one more time, what color are your eyes?

blueish.

IX. Hop on the weighing scales! How far did the number jump past 0?

i don’t know or care.

X. Stand up straight! How high up is the top of your head from the ground?

about 5′2.5″...

Home Sweet Home

I. Who are all those other people living in your house?

mom, dad, grandma, grandpa, jacob, wyatt, ashley, erin, lillith, rose, phe, cocoa, buffy, and tia. it’s too many people for a tiny 3 bedroom trailer.

II. Do you get along with mom or dad better?

mom i guess. although not so much when we’re living together.

III. What do your parents friends call them?

mom and dad usually.

IV. Any siblings living outside the house?

my brother. he’s so lucky he was able to get out.. i can’t wait to get out.

V. What’s the name of the place you live in currently?

goshen.

VI. You love it there, dont you?

no. i can’t wait to get the hell out of here.

VII. If you could live absolutely anywhere on the Earth, what locale would you choose?

looking at tennessee or georgia.

VIII. Out of all those blood related, immediate or other, which single person would you list as your favorite?

wyatt. without a doubt. that’s my son for those of you who don’t know.

IX. Who is one you wish you didnt share blood with?

jason.

X. Overall, you like moms side of the family more, or dads?

mom’s. dad’s side sucks.

Knowledge Is Power

I. First things first, private or public school?

i went to public schools through high school, and then a private college.

II. What’s its name? mascot? colors?

high school was redskins. bethel was pilots.

III. What is/are the class(es) you can’t wait to get to?

i’m no longer in school.

IV. How about the class you consider bedtime?

when i was in school, i hated the ones about religion, and math classes.

V. The name(s) of your favorite teachers:

high school: snyder, snyder, mama yoder, and sabo. college: lafountain and carlson, even though carlson scared the hell out of me too.

VI. The name(s) of the teacher that puts your to sleep:

loved him, but spivey.

VII. Are you an English/Art, or a Math/Science person?

english/science. sucked at art and math. lol.

VIII. What sports do/have you played:

none. i wanted to play soccer but parents wouldn’t let me since i was so allergic to grass.

IX. When the teacher checks the homework, do you usually get a “0” or a “100”?

i got 100′s more than 0′s.

X. If you could change one thing about your school, what would it be?

i wish i had gone to a different school for college in general.

Confidentiality & Beliefs

I. What’s your worst fear? Have you ever experience this fear?

that i’m going to fail as wyatt’s mom. i kind of feel like i have considering how we’re currently living.

II. Have you ever acted troubled, just to get attention?

no. i have not.

III. Do you believe in God? Jesus? Satan? Heaven? Purgatory?

no. to all of it.

IV. Do you have a secret that you’ll take to the grave with you?

i don’t think so.

V. Have you ever told somebody you loved them, when secretly you didnt at all?

not that i can think of.

VI. (Friends, Religion, Politics, Family, Education, & Relationships) Organize the previous six in order of your personal preference in life:

family, relationships, education, friends, politics, religion.

VII. If you could change one thing about your physical looks, what would it be?

stomach.

VIII. If you could change one thing about your personality, what would it be?

i wish it was easier for me to make friends.

IX. Have you ever cried in front of someone, and felt ashamed of it?

yes. every time i cry.

X. Have you ever done drugs? Are you on drugs? Do you plan to take drugs?

no, no, and no.

The Hills Are Alive With The Sound of Music

I. If you had to pick, what’s your favorite song of the moment?

boy by lee brice.

II. Do you get most of your music from the internet, or from the store?

internet.

III. Even though you can download music, do you still buy cds just because of the cd-case, CD itself, booklet, or just general authenticity?

sometimes i guess, if i really really want it.

IV. What lone genre of music do you prefer above all?

i will probably always love country above all else.

V. What genre of music would you never be caught dead with?

opera probably.

The Small & Silver Screens

I. What’s your favorite movie?

any disney movie. harry potter. lotr. star wars.

II. Generally, what genre of movies do you jump at the oppurtunity to see? (Action, Adventure, Comedy, Horror, Drama, Romance, Science Fiction):

depends. probably action adventure, or romance.

III. Who is the actress/actor you most admire?

misha collins. jensen ackles. jared padalecki. robin williams.

IV. Do you cry during/after certain movies? If yes, what was the last movie you remember crying at?

occasionally. i cry so easy anymore, it’s ridiculous. lol. i don’t remember the last movie i cried during or after, but i’m pretty sure it was animated.

V. What time of day do you prefer to see movies at (morning, noon, or night):

night.

VI. What is the tv show you never miss?

i miss lots of shows. i only have netflix.

VII. What is it you like about it so much?

^^^

VIII. Whats the one tv show you can’t stand?

most reality shows.

IX. Do you think you sped more time watching the television or using the computer?

television. i rarely have time for the computer, whereas the television can be left on as background noise.

X. Do you personally think that you spend too much time watching tv?

not really because i don’t really watch it a whole lot.

Bon Appetite

I. Whats your favorite meal?

pretty much anything my parents cook. :p

II. How about your favorite dessert?

probably ice cream.

III. When only a kid, did you eat your vegetables?

usually, depending on the veggies we were having.

IV. Do you still eat vegetables?

^^^

V. Are you a poor, average, or excellent cook?

probably pretty average at the moment.

VI. What type of food do you prefer?

hmm. i like a lot of pastas, so italian is a favorite and i guess chinese.

Salt or pepper?

probably pepper. not a huge salt fan.

VIII. ketchup or mustard?

ketchup. i barely like mustard.

IX. Do you prefer going out to breakfast, lunch, or dinner?

breakfast or dinner.

X. Do you eat to live or live to eat?

eat to live.

All’s Fair In Love and War

I. Do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend/crush?

husband actually.

II. Are you in love? Or are you using them?

in love... most of the time.

III. Do you find most of the time you dislike the people that like you and vice versa?

back when people liked me, yeah. lol.

IV. In terms of relationships, are you loving or manipulative?

loving. i usually fall for manipulative people.

V. Do you live to love? or would you rather love to live?

this one doesn’t really make sense.

VI. Do you believe that sex should come before or after marriage?

whenever you want to have sex as long as you’re two consenting adults.

VII. Do you plan to marry, if so at what age?

i am married. we got married when we were 22, a couple months before we turned 23.

VIII. Do plan to have children, if so how many?

i have one and would be okay having one more at some point, but i’m also more than okay with just wyatt.

IX. Are your parents married or divorced?

they’re married and have been 25 years.

X. Do you want to have a big, spactacular wedding with everyone you know invited or a small, traditional, get-together with family and close-freinds wedding?

ours was more on the traditional, small side.

#survey #surveys #personal #question #questions #random

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celestialriptide · 7 years

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taggy q’s!

Thank you my dear @commodorecliche for tagging me!

The rules: Answer these 85 q’s then tag some peeps!

I’m not sure who to tag, so I’ll just go with @ideal-mina and @viktorthicciforov and @authordrive and leave it at that for now

THE LAST 1. DRINK: sweet tea 2. PHONE CALL: the jakester/close friend 3. TEXT MESSAGE: maribae. check her outtttttt atttttt >>> :) :) :) @viktorthicciforov :) :) :) 4. SONG YOU LISTENED TO: THIS BEAUTIFUL PIECE OF ART yall probably think im joking 5. TIME YOU CRIED: i dunno honestly i cry a lot 6. DATED SOMEONE TWICE: i dont think ive technically dated anyone more than once 7. KISSED SOMEONE AND REGRETTED IT: ehh 8. BEEN CHEATED ON: Yes. 9. LOST SOMEONE SPECIAL: Yeah. 10. BEEN DEPRESSED: um yes, i have depression 11. GOTTEN DRUNK AND THROWN UP: oh of course 3 FAVOURITE COLOURS 12. purple 13. blue 14. red IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU 15. MADE NEW FRIENDS: yupperooskies 16. FALLEN OUT OF LOVE: unfortunately. 17. LAUGHED UNTIL YOU CRIED: i think so 18. FOUND OUT SOMEONE WAS TALKING ABOUT YOU: ooooooh yeah, man. 19. MET SOMEONE WHO CHANGED YOU: not particularly 20. FOUND OUT WHO YOUR FRIENDS ARE: not really no 21. KISSED SOMEONE ON YOUR FACEBOOK LIST: i have not kissed someone in almost two years.

GENERAL 22. HOW MANY OF YOUR FACEBOOK FRIENDS DO YOU KNOW IN REAL LIFE: like most of them. all except like 15? and even them i’ve known for 7 years. 23. DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS: i live with five chihuahuas: Sasha, Clifford, Mika, Nora and Navi 24. DO YOU WANT TO CHANGE YOUR NAME: yupp i’d love to see Ryn on my legal docs 25. WHAT DID YOU DO FOR YOUR LAST BIRTHDAY: i worked a 10 hour shift :) and then died :) im still bitter :) she wouldn’t let me leave :) because she bought a cake :) and didnt want it brought in until nearly :) 8pm :) even tho i had been there since 9 :) with no break :) on my fucking :) birthday :) 26. WHAT TIME DID YOU WAKE UP: uhhhhhhhh like 1pm lmao 27. WHAT WERE YOU DOING AT MIDNIGHT LAST NIGHT: i have the vague idea that i was reading, but i dont remember 11:30-1:15 28. NAME SOMETHING YOU CAN’T WAIT FOR: the void h a l l o w e e n 29. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU SAW YOUR MOM: couple of hours ago, i still live at home 31. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW: the call of the void the ambient noise of living on a military base 32. HAVE YOU EVER TALKED TO A PERSON NAMED TOM: yeah, i think he died a few years ago. i miss him. 33. SOMETHING THAT IS GETTING ON YOUR NERVES: being unemployed, living at home, not being independent, my mental state, lots of things 34. MOST VISITED WEBSITE: i would say tumblr, but it’s ao3. 35. HAIR COLOUR: im a bleach blond, with brown roots bc im lazy and dont feel like upkeep 36. LONG OR SHORT HAIR: short, but still longer than i like 37. DO YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON SOMEONE: subtly screams: MARIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII 38. WHAT DO YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF: mnyeh. nothing really i reckon 39. PIERCINGS: i’ve got a standard tongue piercing, a monroe, right nostril, and then i’ve got 7/16th plugs 40. BLOOD TYPE: i honestly dont heckin know my guy 41. NICKNAME: uhm. void and, uh, vore. lmao. there’s probably more but these are the ones i see daily. 42. RELATIONSHIP STATUS: a single useless pringle, i think? i dont think im dating anyone, maybe 43. ZODIAC: im keith (scorpio power yall) 44. PRONOUNS: he/him pls pls pls 45. FAVOURITE TV SHOW: got that VLD and Rick & Morty grind yall GoT doesnt count its just part of my life at this point 46. TATTOOS: 3ish. This swirly star neverland skully thing on my left foot, a bird on my right shoulder, mars/moon/stars on my left wrist that matches my mother and oldest younger brother, and vaguelly some blotches of color on my right foot that dont count anymore because you cant really see them unless you Know. 47. RIGHT OR LEFT HANDED: right handed, left hand can be used for some things. 48. SURGERY: galbladder, tonsils/adnoids, and wisdom teeth.

50. SPORT: i’ve never been a sport but i always enjoyed the idea of playing volleyball. 51. VACATION: all my vacations are home. @ tennessee whats good i miss you 52. PAIR OF TRAINERS: idk like the only shoes i own rn are like vans MORE GENERAL 53. EATING: i nothing atm, but i do love eating. 54. DRINKING: sweet tea 55. I’M ABOUT TO: bounce between writing some more and playing overwatch 56. WAITING FOR: the void to take me a job 57. WANT: to enter the void to take my longboard out, but it’s too hilly here and im still new 58. GET MARRIED: one day probably i like the idea of proposing to someone.

WHICH IS BETTER: 60. HUGS OR KISSES: meh. idk. depends on who i guess 61. LIPS OR EYES: can i get a uhhhhh b o t h 62. SHORTER OR TALLER: meh 63. OLDER OR YOUNGER: either or 64. NICE ARMS OR NICE STOMACH: i am a slut for some nice arms 65. HOOK UP OR RELATIONSHIP: idk. 66. TROUBLEMAKER OR HESITANT: little bit of both. im hesitantly a troublemaker. HAVE YOU EVER: 67. KISSED A STRANGER: neh. 68. DRANK HARD LIQUOR: ooohyes. 69. LOST GLASSES/CONTACT LENSES: i lost 6 months worth of contacts once 70. TURNED SOMEONE DOWN: yesssssss 71. SEX ON THE FIRST DATE: does it count if it wasnt a date at all, just hanging out that ended up there bc yes? but we didnt have a date so 72. BROKEN SOMEONE’S HEART: idk maybe probably wait yeah sorry 73. HAD YOUR HEART BROKEN: ahahahaha yea 74. BEEN ARRESTED: nopers 75. CRIED WHEN SOMEONE DIED: vaguely. the concept of death is something that vaguely affects me. i generally end up crying a few months after the death, if at all 76. FALLEN FOR A FRIEND: ye DO YOU BELIEVE IN: 77. YOURSELF: meh 78. MIRACLES: not exactly 79. LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT: lust, yes. love, no. 80. SANTA CLAUS: i believe that there was probably once a man that sparked the legend but santa as the current urban myth is a m y t h 81. KISS ON THE FIRST DATE: sure 82. ANGELS: in a way. OTHER: 84. EYE COLOUR: hazel 85. FAVOURITE MOVIE: donnie darko or howls moving caste

#tag things #friends #friend tag #lindsey #thank you for tagging me these were really fun to answer???

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royal-space-cadet · 7 years

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3, 13, 17 for music asks?

Egad someone actually did it holy fuck, hi friend okay so here's my really dumb music shit:3. A song tied to a specific moment in your lifeRenegades by X Ambassadors was playing when it got rear ended and I can’t listen to it anymore without thinking of that moment at some point 13. A song made suddenly precious by someone specialUm, I want to say the so I was listening to when I got in my first relationship but I can’t remember what it was anymore so… Even though I dont listen to country (most of the time, I do live in Tennessee afterall) Dancing for the Groceries makes me always think of mom and I always hold her in high regard in my life.17. A song for ragingDEATH VALLEY FALLOUT BOY or the Phoenix like both make me think of action movies and make me was to kick some ass like I'm so ready

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1-82!!!

1: The last person you kissed screams they love you, you say…: You dont abandon the ones you love.

2: Did you get to sleep in today? : til almost 2. Yay sickness

3: You never know what you got until you lose it? : in some cases but never applied to me I guess. I appreciate things before it is too late.

4: Do you have siblings? : I have twin brother and sister who are 11 and they're my whole world.

5: How many kids do you want?: idk honestly I think it would depend on how stable my life was. I've always gotten like 2 or 3 when I did the needle trick.

6: Who was the last person you held hands with?: my best friend nikki

7: Did you stand on your tippy-toes for your last kiss?: I didnt take someone over 6 foot so I didnt have to.

8: Do you think if you died, the last person you kissed would care? : I'd like to think so, but idk man

9: Last person to talk on the phone?: my friend Mell

10: Did anyone watch you the last time you kissed someone?: I think my parents saw him kiss me goodbye as he left.

11: When’s your birthday? April 30th

12: Remember the first time you kissed the last person you kissed?: yep

13: What kind of phone do you have? Samsung galaxy s8

14: Are you wearing jeans, shorts, sweatpants, or pajama pants?: I'm not wearing pants

15: Are you a different person now than you were 5 years ago?: oh absolutely. I'm no longer a doormat. I dont stay in situations that aren't good for my well being. I also learned how to do makeup so I look like a solid 5 now.

16: What were you doing at 4 am?: falling asleep

17: Would you rather write a paper or give a speech?: write!

18: Are you lying to yourself about something?: probably a lot of things lmao it's called "coping"

19: Last night you felt…?: confused & horny

20: What’s something you cannot wait for?: October! I get to be in my best friend Renee's wedding!! And go to Illinois

21: Ever told your parents you were going somewhere but when somewhere different?: oh I'm sure I have

22: How many hours of sleep did you get last night?: maybe 9 hours

23: Are you a morning or night person?: night for sure

24: What did you get your last bruise from?: Idk I bruise like a peach lol

25: Do you reply to all of your texts?: yes

26: Your phone is ringing. It’s the person you fell hardest for. What do you do?: probs have a panic attack lol

27: Did your last kiss take place in/on a bed?: no

28: Anyone you would like to get things straight with?: would love to have closure from my ex.

29: How many months until your birthday?3

30: Favorite thing to eat with peanut butter?toast or carrots or apples

31: Did you like this past summer?: this past summer had a lot of Highs and lows. I missed out on a lot of summer because I was in the hospital

32: What were you doing before you got on the computer?: not on my computer currently

33: Your ex is sitting next to you, with their new partner. What do you do?: leave?

34: What is the last thing you said out loud?: ugh fuck

35: Your mood summed into one word? Confused

36: Are you doing anything else besides taking this survey? Listening to Grayscale

37: What are your initials? LPR

38: Are you a happy person? Generally I am but I also hide the emo side real well.

39: Do you still talk to the person you liked 4 months ago? Nope lol

40: Where do you want to live when your older? I'd like to live in a house with a wrap around porch and large windows. I dont know the location

41: Have you had your birthday this year? Nope

42: What did you do yesterday? I went to therapy and then out to dinner with my best friend Sully.

43: What will you be doing tomorrow?: I dont plan that far in advance lol

44: How late did you stay up last night? I think like 4 ish

45: Is there anyone you would do anything for?: I would lay down my life for my friends and family.

46: Is it hard to make you laugh?: not at all lol

47: Do you believe ex’s can be just friends?: I think it depends on the relationship. I'm still friends with a few exes, BUT we dated in like middle school so it wasnt serious. I think as you get older and the relationship is more intimate (not really sexual) it gets more difficult to shove those feelings aside and just be friends.

48: Do you think any of your exes will eventually want to be with you again?: a few have tried. I dont know where a lot of their heads are lol I dont talk to many of my exes.

49: How many people have you had feelings for in the year of 2012?: I barely remember 2012 lmao. Probably a lot since I was a lovesick puppy for any guy

50: Do you wish your ex was dead?: no, well depends on the ex I guess. I wished for a long time that the guy who was abusive and controlling was dead.

51: Have you ever dyed your hair?: lots of times

52: Would ever take back someone that cheated?: once a cheater always a cheater

53: Was New Year’s Even enjoyable?: yeah it was. We wont talk about that.

54: Bet you’re missing someone right now?: trying not to.

55: How would your parents react if you got a tattoo?: I've literally gotten tattoos with my parents lol. Like they took me to get like 4 of them

56: Sleep on your back or stomach?: stomach

57: If you could move away, no questions asked, where would it be ?: Oklahoma maybe or Tennessee. Also maybe Florida cause the beach

58: What would you change about your life right now?: not much I could physically change

59: Has anything upset you in the past week?: Yep. A lot

60: Are you on the phone? Yeah I'm mobile writing this.

61: Today, would you rather go forward a week or back?: Forward. Last week I couldn't even leave my bed lol

62: Would you take $40,000 or a brand new car?: the money. I have a jeep that is less than perfect but I love her just the same

63: Have you ever talked to someone when they were high?: apparently I'm attracted to pot heads so all the time

64: Ever cried while you were on the phone with someone?: lol more times than I can count at this point.

65: Have you ever copied someone elses homework?: yes lol it's how I passed spanish my second year.

66: Are you the type of person who liks to be out or at home?: depends on my mood. I have mad social anxiety so usually just wanna be at home.

67: Do you automatically check your phone when you wake up?: yes

68: Have you ever stayed up all night on the phone?: multiple times. I'm the one everyone calls when they're having a crisis. I'm always there. Always.

69: Could you use some sleep right now?: I could always use sleep

70: Are you going to have a baby by the time you’re 18?: well I'm 23 now so I'm gonna have to say no lol

71: Does it bother you when someone hides things from you?: drives me insane. All I ask for is honesty. Legit it

72: What’s your favorite color?: turquoise

73: Have you ever slept in the same room with someone you liked?: Yes lol

74: Have you ever been looking for something and it was already in your hand?: yes or my glasses on my fucking face

75: Do you get annoyed easily?: oh boy, yeah.

76: If someone liked you, would you want them to tell you?: absolutely. Life is too short to not tell the people you love how you feel.

77: Do you have a person of the opposite sex that you can tell everything to?: my best friend Griffen. Hes like my brother

78: Does anyone call you babe?: my friends do.

79: How many people of the opposite sex do you fully trust?: maybe 2

80: What do you prefer, relationship or one night stand?" Relationship. I cant do casual even though I've tried. I'm built for relationships 🤷‍♀️

81: What color hoodie did you wear last?: black

82: Is there someone who meant alot to you at one point, and isn’t around anymore?: Yeah.....

#personal #ask memes #about me

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