i should go get my ears pierced

a septum!! can arson get any cuter???

😳😳😳i i have a a few on my ears too

(Are read more cuts annoying i put em so texts occupy less space on my feed so u have to scroll less but lemme kno lol)

Had a nip one but i yeeted that fucker cuz when i got the septum done i asked the piercer to take a look at the nip one n he literally said "HOLY FUCK" when he saw it so imagine how badly placed it was

Like nip piercings gotta be done at the base of the nip but my piercer at the time did it way too far back so it caught my areola n bitch u dont touch the areola. Whixh explains the PAIN when i got it done. So yah it never healed n the cool septum piercer took it out lol. Kinda wanna do both nips properly now but idk they dont always heal even if theyre done right, from ehat ive seen, n also theyre kinda annoying, gotta be careful not to get em tangle. Literally ripped my nip a few times lol. Wiat i think i already oosted abt my nip piercing. I have Dory memory.

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one.

you're a nobody here. a mere plus one to your friend who was forced into coming to this fundraiser by her business world old money parents. your nicest black dress on and one of her many red bottoms, they pinch a little but you pretend like they don't. just like you pretend not to notice the sage green eyes that follow you as the attractive man they belong to sips on what you assume is bourbon, his gold rolex (that easily costs more than the house your family lives in) gleaming on his wrist.

two.

you look over your friend's shoulder from where the two of you lay, sprawled out on a gingham blanket in her massive yard. she's mindlessly scrolling through instagram and just as you're about to turn you catch a glimpse of those eyes. "wait!" she flinches at your exclamation. "go back up." you say offering no explanation. her lithe fingers drag down her screen and those eyes stare back at you once again. it's a candid of the guy from the event, his tongue stuck out. one hand flips the camera off while the other is resting against his lower abdomen which in turns raises his shirt just enough to catch a glimpse of the metal at his bellybutton. his handle reads suna.rin. your friend looks up at you with a confused look but it soon turns to one of disapproval. "don't even think about it." your eyes catch hers and you reply defensively, "i wasn't thinking of anything. i just recognize him from that fundraiser, he kept staring at me." she clucks her tongue. "suna rintaro is bad news with a capital BAD. seriously, don't think about getting near the freak, he's really no good."

three.

really no good makes his way into your dms a few weeks later. you admit it. you were combing through this man's insta like it was your job. but your butter fingers decided to double tap on a month old photo, causing you to lock your phone with a quickness and toss it away from you in humiliation. while you have your face buried in your hands contemplating which bridge would be best to jump from your phone vibrates once, and then once more. –found u angel– –or looks like u found me–

four.

you kick your legs, air force ones swinging in the air as you wait for him. the two of you had decided to meet "officially" in person after taking for a month and a half, suna rintaro was a busy man it would seem. you glance up at the clock above your head, he was late. tapping away at your phone gives you something to do while you wait. a black air force nudging your white one grabs your attention and you look up only to meet sage green. "hi pretty, you match shoes with me on purpose?" his teasing smirk is practically clench worthy. "you're late." is what you reply, standing and slinging your purse over your shoulder. "no, im rintaro. suna rintaro." he holds his hand out to you. you slip yours into his replying with your own name. "i hope we can be good friends," he murmurs with that smirk again.

five.

you don't know if parading around the city with him count as dates, but if they do you've been on a lot of them. he'd called you earlier wondering if you wanted to window shop, his old man was giving him a hard time. that's all you seem to know about his dad, that he's strict on rintaro. he says his mom and younger sister are much easier to get along with. "this one?" he points to a silver chain, thick and chunky. you tilt your head before shaking it, "wouldn't suit you." you point out a thin gold one. "layering a few of these would be better." he contemplates in silence before humming in agreement. "you're so hot." rintaro says before leaning in to you and taking your lips with his.

six.

you'd had to curry favor with rin to make him agree to having a picnic, he got to pick the spot though. he'd said the park you wanted to go to was "too stifling" whatever that meant. the place he'd brought you to was rather secluded but incredibly beautiful. "c'mon pretty, we don't have all day. feed me some of those finger sandwiches you made or whatever it is that gets served at a picnic." he was sprawled out on the blanket, his shirt riding up to show that awful sexy piercing of his, you wanted to kiss him. you tuck the skirt of your dress under you as you sit and unpack the basket. "ah, rin the drinks! please don't tell me u forgot them." "as if, got em right here angel," he holds up a bottle of rosé. "did you seriously bring a 20,000 yen bottle of rosé?" "man if the rosé bothers you, you're gonna hate the necklace i bought you." your eye practically twitches, "rin, what necklace?" he pulls out a cute red velvet box from his pocket and opens it. inside sits a dainty gold chain with a small gold cherry hanging from it. "how much did yo– actually don't tell me i feel like i'll pass out." he merely chuckles before moving to put the jewelry on you. "get used to this pretty, i'm gonna spoil you stupid."

seven.

you're lounging on the ridiculously fancy black couch in rin's equally as fancy and equally as black-accented apartment. he'd run off earlier to in his words to "take care of business", but he'd been out for about four hours at this point. you glance at the clock mounted to his wall, which reads 2:17 am. you drag yourself to get ready to bed, he'd probably be home soon. a loud crash and an equally loud exclamation of "fuck!" startles you awake. you quickly tie your robe around you as you carefully pad into the hallway, peeking around the corner to see what the commotion was about. rintaro stood in the kitchen, his back to you. you're about to call to him when he yells another obscenity which pulls a squeak from you. he whips around to face you, and you can see his anger through the blood traili– blood? you brain finally registers the blood on his face and soaking his shirt. "rin?!" you rush towards him hands cupping his face, "who did this? why do you have blood–" he cuts you off by grabbing your shoulders with a bit more force than necessary, "it's not mine." "what do you mean it's not yours? rintaro what's goin–" he cuts you off again. "go back to sleep." he brushes past you to lock himself in the bathroom.

eight.

everything has seemingly gone back to normal. you and rin never did talk about that night he came home covered in blood. your questions eat at you but you don't want to push the issue. you think back to your friend's words briefly. how rintaro was really bad news. too late to heed her advice it would seem. he kisses you like normal, buys you things like normal, and teases you like normal. you wonder if this game of charades is more for his benefit than your own.

nine.

you sit at his waist, eyeliner pen in hand. "promise i'll make you look real pretty rin." you'd persuaded him with your sweet words and a few sweet kisses and he happily agreed to let you practice your eyeliner on him. he thinks you're so pretty above him, biting your lip in concentration, he wants you badly. "all done!" "great work, pretty." a few beats of silence pass between you as you stare at one another, finally rin speaks up. "listen, i'll understand if you never wanna see me again after i tell you this." he starts. he explains that night to you finally. his family isn't in the cleanest of businesses, and sometimes that means taking care of things in "less than conventional" ways. unsure what to say you press your lips against his, hoping to convey your dedication to him. he slips a ring on your finger when you pull apart, pointing out his initials engraved into the metal. "here's mine." he tells you, reaching into his shirt to hold up a matching ring that dangles from a chain, this one with your initials. "you and me, baby."

ten.

his hand on your neck is cold but the barrel of the gun he presses to your jaw is even colder. you blink up at him, those gorgeous green eyes staring back at you. he leans in, lips ghosting the shell of your ear. click. "nobody loves you, more than me baby."

"First Encounter"

So this is the story/ how I imagine Jules met/ encounter Michael and how she kinda ended up falling for him...

Heads up there is a little bit of violence in this- It’s not OTT though..

It was early evening, Jules had finished her last coaching session for the day- so she went down to her fave place- the batting cages for a while to smash up some balls for a bit. As she left the pitching ovals with her duffle bag and bat in hand, from within the shadows- “The Shape'' had been there the whole time. He’d been secretly watching Julie for many days, weeks and months- she seemed to intrigue him, causing feelings he’d never had before to rise inside him and now he just wanted her all to himself …

Of course he followed her discreetly and from a distance to the batting cage to watch her some more- watching such a sweet and loving woman like her show her wild side and smash the crap out of baseballs was very therapeutic (seeing this side of her was a bit of a turn on too).Soon after arriving and getting in the cage, Jules let herself get lost in the moment and started smashing out those baseball without a care in the world. Time certainly flew by, Jules had been there for two hours, she’d been having a great time smashing some balls- her hard hitting had a small crowd of kids standing there watching in amazement from the other side of the cage. She smiled and decided to teach em’ to hit like her too. Though from behind the dark shadows between an empty batting cage, he watched her- she was so beautiful, so sweet and certainly knew how to swing  a bat alright- his heart pounding harder against his chest as he watched some more …

Hours later, it was just her and the owner, (Michael too of course, in the shadows- he probably wandered off and killed a few people though). The owner was beginning to close up- after hitting her last ball, she turned off the machine, put down her bat and cleaned the cage up. Now she was done Jules grabbed  her towel, patting the small droplets of sweat from her forehead- then picked up her duffle bag and bat, walking out the cage and towards the front door..

On her way out Mr. Hardstone called out smiling and waving..

“Goodbye Julie, you have a good night now deary”.

Julie (looking over her shoulder and waving back): “Oh, Goodbye Mr.Hardstone, you have a lovely night too”.

And with that she made her way down the road, by foot of course back to her grandparent’s house. On her way home of course, she without her knowledge was followed by “The Shape”.

As she was making her way back home, at least halfway down the street from her grandparents place- Julie was attacked by a bunch of creeps.. Michael of course (from within the shadows of the street lights) wouldn’t let harm come to this woman…

“Hmmm, what’s a pretty lil’ thing like you wandering the streets late out at night?” (Creep leader says with a disgusting pervy smirk on his face)

Rolling her eyes in frustration and with her bat out in front of her- Jules swung it wildly towards them to protect herself..

“Get lost .. you sick pervs, keep your filthy mitts to yourself” (Jules yells as she continued to swing her bat about).

Though she swung her bat hard out in front to protect herself, the creeps were getting closer and closer to her..

As she swung her bat once more, one of the strong looking creeps grabbed a hold of it and threw it aside on the street, Poor Jules was a little frightened right now, but she wasn’t ready to let them get away with what they were trying to do to her. She then swung her fists at them, using her taekwondo and self defense skills to protect herself..

“G..GET BACK!!!.. O..OR ELSE. I MEAN IT!!!” Jules shouted at them with a tremble of fear in her voice

“Or else what?” (the creep leader snickers at her as they cornered her)....

“O..OR.. OR…” (Still swinging her fists at them)

“GOTCHA!!!!!” 

“ARGH!!!!!!!!” …..  “LET GO OF ME.. RIGHT NOW!!!!” Jules cried out yelling, kicking and screaming.

The Creep leader came up close with that pervy smirk still on his face, Jules still kicking and screaming..

“Hmm.. Now why would we wanna do that little lady?”

Jules swung her leg and kicked him hard in the arm.

“Oof, you certainly know how to kick don’t you sweetheart. Come now, let’s teach this feisty little firecracker a lesson boys” (the creep leader says rubbing his arm where she kicked him)...

“No, No.. Keep you filthy hands away.. Don’t touch me” (she screamed with a tremble in her tone).

As he watched from the shadows, a deep rage was growing inside…

Jules was still kicking and screaming- as she turned her head to the side, one of the creeps went from behind to inappropriately touch her…

“NO.. NO.. DON’T TOUCH ME!!!.. LEAVE ME ALONE, LET ME GO” (Jules cried  once more freaking out and panicking a little).

“Now, sweetie, there’s no need to be like that. I just wanna have some fun”( he says in a disgusting fake sweet tone)...

Just as he was about to let his hand caress the sides of her beautiful body, from behind- lurking in the shadows, a tall figure with a chef’s knife pierced right through his neck. Instantly he fell to the ground bleeding to death- everything went silent, the men froze in fear and their faces went pale white when they turned around to see that it was none other than Michael Myers…

Julie couldn’t believe her eyes- it was really him. As she was still in the grasp of that filthy creep that grabbed a hold of her, she watched Michael tear apart these disgusting men with his bare hands. Watching him use such sheer strength certainly made her blush a little, oh boy he was certainly strong. As the guy holding onto her freaked out- watching this brute kill every single one of his mates, he dropped Jules aggressively to the ground. Jules quickly got up and as hard as she could- sucker punched him right in the face as hard as she could. 

Her elbows and knees were scratched up and scraped a bit, they were quite sore and poor Jules was left a little shaken up too. But she hobbled over to the tree nearby best she could to lean up against it before she fell. As she stood there leaning against the tree, she continued to watch this hunky strong brute tear these creeps to shreds. 

As Michael broke the neck of yet another creep, the Creep leader was watching- enraged as he was, he quickly pulled out Mikey’s knife from his friend and charged towards him, piercing the blade of his knife right through his thick muscular arm. Julie wasn’t going to stand around anymore- though a little wobbly on her legs, she managed to grab her baseball bat. Just as he turned around, Jules did her killer swing and smashed him real hard across the face and head- knocking him to the ground unconscious. All the creeps were on the ground, surrounded by nothing but road and blood- though after pulling the knife from his arm, Michael plunged it right through the unconscious bastard's spine- standing there staring and doing his good old head tilt. 

Jules, though still very wobbly in the legs and ever so sore managed to retrieve her duffle bag and towel- with them and her baseball bat in her arms she turned around, though as she turned around Michael was right behind her. Jules blushed as she stared up at him- her heart racing wild and her legs shaking a little more. He was so tall (Jules was only “5’2” tall) and his heavy breathing from behind his mask was a little freaky too.. But she could see right through him and sense that he wouldn’t harm her. Jules  was more concerned about him since he was stabbed in the arm- she could see he was bleeding. 

He looked back down at her through his mask, then at the dead creeps, then back at her again. Without any hesitation Michael lifted her up into his arms effortlessly Jules and her belongings too- walking her down to her grandparents house (of course he knows where she lives- he’d been watching her for weeks- following her everywhere). Jules was a little nervous at first- could you judge her?- but being in his strong arms (even if he was a killer) made her feel comforted and safe. It wasn’t long before he arrived there and made it up her grandparents front porch- unseen of course, luckily they were outta town for the next two days- so the place was dark and empty. After unlocking the front door of her grandparents house, The Shape pushed it open with his foot and walked in with her still in his arms. Shutting the door behind him, he went over and placed Jules on the couch, sitting beside her. She switched on the lamp nearby, Jules looked over at him, staring at his bleeding arm concerningly.  Then courageously she scooted over a little closer to him- Then Jules grabbed his arm, firmly pressing her towel up against it to stop the bleeding…

He was surprised and huffed out loud a little..

Julie looked up into the slit eye holes of his mask sincerely...

“You’re hurt badly, please stay there, hold this. I’ll go get my first aid kit” she said in a soft sincere tone.

Looking into her sincere eyes made his face fluster and his heart pound hard against his chest- oh thank goodness the mask was covering his beet red face right now. He just grunted a little and sat there holding the towel to his bleeding arm. Though she was a little scratched up and quite sore, Jules hobbled into the kitchen, opened the cupboard under the sink, grabbed the first aid kit and hobbled back over to the couch. She grit her teeth together from the pain as she sat down, nevertheless she ignored it and opened up the first aid kit- she then got him to move the towel and uncover his arm.

“Alright then, um.. Can you take your arm out of your sleeve so I can clean it up? Please?” Jules asked nicely.

Michael just grunted (still flustered under his mask)- though after being a little stubborn at first, he unzipped his coveralls a little and took his arm out of his sleeve. Jules just sat there with a damp cloth, her face glowing all cute and rosy. Once his arm was uncovered, she gently wiped the wound with the clean damp cloth, then pat the surface of it dry. She then grabbed the antiseptic ointment- as she was grabbing it, Michael turned his eyes towards her for a moment, but the minute she turned back towards him- he looked the other way still blushing and flustered underneath the mask, yet still heavily breathing too. Placing a small amount of the ointment on her finger, she looked up at him ..

“This might sting a little, sorry about that” (she says ever so sweetly).

So she gently applied the ointment , dressed his wound and wrapped the dressing with a bandage. Then out of habit (since she’s used to doing first aid for children- especially since she’s a baseball coach and occasionally encounters injuries) she gently laid a small soft kiss on his bandaged wound. With his face burning red under his mask, Michael quickly covered up his arm with his sleeve again and awkwardly grunted of course. Jules moved back a little, blushing and apologising.

“I...I’m so sorry if I upset you, it was something I just do out of habit since I’m used to doing that for the kids I coach when they get hurt and patched up”  she says blushing a little deeper.

He sat there, still heavily breathing- burning red under the mask. Though he felt a bit bad for the way he reacted, Michael knew her intentions were good. He looked over at her- she was blushing and averting her eyes. To reassure her that it was alright, he brushed his thick fingers over her hand and grunted a little softer than before. Jules looked up, eyes wide open and her face all cutesy and red. A small gentle smile crossed her face, she then gently touched his hand back. As she moved her leg, she scrunched up her face a little from the pain, she grabbed the first aid kit and got a clean wet cloth..

Though just as she went to clean her wounds, out of the blue- surprisingly, Michael got a hold of her wrist- not tightly though- taking the cloth from her hands he began to clean up her wounds. Julie’s face went bright red, but she just sat there and let him do so. Though he might have been a little rough cleaning (he did his best to be gentle for her) but she knew he meant well. Then he patched them up with a few thick bandaids and sat there after doing so. She sat up slowly, still blushing bright red Julie mumbled…

“O..oh.. um..Th..Thank You for that”...

“Hmm” he grunted back softly as he watched her get up and put the first aid kit away.

By now it was getting pretty late, Jules was pretty much tired now- she made sure the front door was locked , then turned off the lamp beside the couch. Though as she headed towards the staircase, once again she was swept off her feet into Mikey’s arms- her face glowing all rosy as he carried her up the stairs to her room. Placing her down on her bed he stood there looking down at her ….

“Oh um, thank you. You didn’t have to do that”  Jules said with a cute awkward smile on her face. 

She then got up, going into her en suite, she closed the door over and changed into her pyjamas- getting herself ready for bed. Once she’d gotten herself ready Jules poked her head out the door a little- Mikey was still standing there- though she was surprised he wasn’t running off before that nutter Loomis and the cops turned up down the street looking for him. It was cute though how he was concerned about her. She gently pushed the door open and hopped into bed- resting her head down on the pillow and staring up at the ceiling. Of course though, Michael sat himself down at the end of her bed (on the end of her bed mattress)- watching over her as he heavily breathed through the mask. She laid there with a small sincere look on her face, she let her fingers brush over his hand again as she fell asleep. She soon fell into a deep slumber, he just sat there staring as Jules cuddled into her quilt, peacefully resting. As he let his fingers brush over her arm, Michael stood up glancing over at her slumbered body as he left her room- quietly closing the door behind him. He made his way out into her grandparents backyard and out of that street before Loomis and the cops came along.

As he got back to his hide away, without alarming anyone- “The shape” slumped himself into his chair, taking off his mask- sitting there with his face resting in the palm of his worn hand for a moment, then after he unzipped his coveralls, he just sat there in silence looking at his bandaged arm… As his gaze remained focused on his arm, all he could see was Jules cutely placing a sweet kiss upon his arm. His face flustered a little pink, his heart felt a warm sensation he’d never felt before.. Love. How could a cold blooded killer fall for such a sweet being like her? Though it didn’t really matter, she was the one being he wanted to protect rather than kill. Michael soon found himself drifting into a light sleep- only to wake up a few hours later to go out killing again.

Dawn soon rose, Jules awoke to find that Michael had left. She still couldn’t believe that he’d saved her like that or how he just let her patch him up. Jules knew that he wasn’t a monster- looking deep into his eyes- she could see the pain in them. She knew he just needed someone to show him true affection. As she got herself out of bed, showered and dressed, the only thing Jules could think about was when she’d encounter or when Michael would show up again...

Survey #332

i’m even more tired than before to try and think up song lyrics, i’m pasting from Word and then fucking off to bed lmao.

What was the last video message you received on your phone? I think it was a clip of Doris (Sara's beardie) eating and just being her perfect self? Was your last birthday cake homemade or store bought? Store-bought. One thing you miss about middle school? Shit, nothing. Middle school was the worst. Do you have any shirts signed by famous people? No. Have you ever entered an art competition? Yes. Would you ever pierce yourself? No. I am very much about having a professional do your body mods/art. Plus, I have tremors in my hands. Do you live in a safe neighbourhood? Supposedly. We haven't lived here nearly long enough to know. What is the last thing you did that shocked someone? /shrug Do you often find yourself questioning your future? Only always. Have you ever been for a ride in the back of a truck? Yeah. Do you like your license photo? I hate my permit picture. Are you into superheroes? Who’s your favorite? Not very, but I like 'em enough. I always say my favorite is Deadpool, but I know he's technically an anti-hero, but whatever. If you don't include him, uhhhh... maybe Spiderman. Have you started watching any new TV shows recently? No. Have you ever been able pet a normally wild animal, like a tiger or dolphin? No. :( At least, not to my recollection. Have you ever eaten snow? Yeah. There's actually a winter treat 'round here that you make with snow and sugar called snow cream. Good stuff. What is the messiest area in your home? Right now, the spare room/my wanna-be "office." What’s your favorite computer game genre? Still horror, like video games. Do you have any exes your parents never liked? No. Have you received financial help from your parents in the past 5 years? I'm completely financially dependent on them still. Are you a fast or a slow eater? I eat like, stupid fast, but without being messy. People *cough*Mom*cough* will absolutely point it out, but I seriously can't help it. Making a conscious effort to eat slow feels way too weird. What was the last thing you purchased from a small local business? I don't know. Is there anyone in your family/household whom you frequently argue with? No. Have you ever used chewing tobacco? Ew, no. Tell me what's on your mind? I've been considering yet again reaching out to some tattoo parlors and asking if they're open to hiring someone to handle the front desk and take care of business besides actually performing piercing and tattooing, given my tremors. My group therapy has kinda been encouraging me to use the possibility for social exposure, and besides, I'm very comfortable in the environment and just general aura of tat parlors. I'm sure I'd have to answer the phone, handle money, and obviously talk to costumers, but I know and accept that. I've been at such a stagnant point with my social anxiety in particular that I have to start pushing back harder, and doing this I feel would be one of the most relaxed, social job positions I can hopefully handle. I don't dare to even try this though until I get vaccinated to protect my immunocompromised mom. Writing this all out has actually been pretty encouraging about this idea... Do you wish you never dated someone you dated? Yeah, Tyler. It was such a "I'm lonely and he was nice in high school, so we'll try it" situation. I got nothing from it. Are you scared of growing old alone? Pretty badly. What are you listening to right now? I'm listening to/semi-watching John Wolfe play the remaster of Resident Evil 2. What breed was the last dog you saw? He was a German shepherd. Would you ever go swimming during a thunderstorm? No. Any time a thunderstorm was brewing and I was in the pool, I'd always get out. What is the next concert you will attend? Mom and I plan to see Ozzy when/if he reschedules his tour after he had to cancel with his Parkinson's diagnosis. What was the name of the last pet of yours that died? Teddy. :/ What's the highest science class you have taken? I don't know, actually. What makes you squeal like a school girl? No shame, seeing Mark and Amy do something cute together actually does this, lmao. What’s your favorite symbol? (i.e. the pentagram, the cross, etc.) Do fictional ones count? Because in that case, the Halo of the Sun from the Silent Hill franchise. I'm getting it tattooed somewhere at some point, I'm thinking the left side of my neck. I'm either gonna fashion it in a way where it looks branded on or carved into me. Have you ever been on anti depressants? For all of my pre-teen, teen, and some of my adult life. Apparently, I've only had one truly educated psychiatrist out of no less than a dozen I'd seen, because he fixed me right up. He taught me that those who suffer from bipolarity should avoid anti-depressants; they ramp up your bipolar symptoms. Instead, mood stabilizers are favorable. And what do you know, after I was prescribed a stabilizer and a catalyst for that medication, my depression decreased dramatically and became handleable. Have you ever starved yourself? Kinda. What’s the stupidest name you’ve ever given a pet? I had a guinea pig named Harry Potter. For no particular reason lmao. I'm not even a Harry Potter fan. Do you have nice legs? God no. Do you like fedoras? Okay so I know I am in the strong minority, but I actually do, haha. What is your favorite food group? Carbs. @_@ Have you ever got told that you should be a model? No, but one of the most flattering indirect compliments I've ever gotten was being mistaken for one. Jason's phone wallpaper was one of my favorite pictures of myself with my first snake, and someone asked him if I was a model. ;v;' What song is in a language you don’t speak, but you love it anyway? "Donaukinder" by Rammstein is one of my faves. Who’s a villain you sympathize with and why? SOBS Darkiplier bc his origins are so damn tragic and unfair. What book do you think should be directed as a film? Was The Giver ever made into one? I don't remember that book well, but I do recall it being absolutely beautiful. Have you ever found a stranger’s note somewhere? If so, what did it say? No. Have you ever edited Wikipedia? No. Have you ever edited any other wiki? Yeah. I have thousands on the Silent Hill wiki, where I'm one of the admins. I'm also a content moderator at the Team Ico (Shadow of the Colossus devs) one. Every now and again I used to go on the meerkats wiki as well, where I mainly fixed the fucking nightmarish grammar. Very briefly, I edited at the Dragons of Atlantis wiki as well. Do you get scared when you know some virus or sickness is being passed? Not very, but of course I still acknowledge the risk and am more conscious of hand washing and stuff. What popular social media platforms AREN’T you on? Snapchat, I don't actually use my Twitter, I don't have a personal Instagram... There may be more, idk. Is TikTok a "social media platform?" Because I don't have that, either. What was the name of the first porcelien doll you got? Never had one, given I was afraid of dolls as a kid. What’s your favorite Paramore song? "Decode." Would you be happy with a life without romance? To be entirely honest, I'd feel like I was missing something. Was your childhood happy? Mostly. What fundamentally matters do you? Love, kindness, peace, all that gooey stuff. Is true world peace ever possible? As much as I hate to admit it, I don't think so. The human population is far too big to come to a unanimous agreement on anything. Do you hold yourself to higher standards than you hold others? Yeah. Would you ever own a pet black widow spider? No. I'm getting more into the idea of owning invertebrates (I jabber enough about wanting tarantulas, and there are others, like mantises, I'm interested in as pets), but black widows, I'm not into the idea of having. Too venomous for me to be comfortable risking. If you have a job, what is the longest shift that you've worked? N/A Do you know all of the words to "Bohemian Rhapsody?" FUCK YES I DO. ^ Do you sing it with all of the different voices? sho nuff Do you own more than one copy of a certain book? No. Do you like interpreting poetry or just reading it for fun? Both. I love symbolism, so I get joy out of digging for subtle meanings in poems. Do you have a favorite Dr. Suess book? Yeah, it was always Green Eggs and Ham. Do you watch The Walking Dead? If so, favorite character? Not the show, but I've watched let's plays of the games, haha. In which case Clementine is inarguably one of the best female characters in a video game universe. Who has/had the most mature romantic relationship you’ve seen with your own eyes? Uhhh. I mean I never saw them much, but probably my late grandmother and her last husband. He was fucking incredible to her, and Grammy adored him as well. They helped each other so much and just obviously had the purest love between them. When was the last time you got something for free (legally)? What was it & have you enjoyed it so far? Lmao do balls in Pokemon GO count? Their occasional free boxes are the reason I can play the game because PokeStops are essentially non-existent here, so yes. What is the one fruit you can’t stand to eat? How about vegetable? The first one that came to me were oranges. I enjoy orange juice, but I just caaaaannot with the white veiny shit that you can't totally get off when peeling it. Without that, I might actually enjoy them, but idk. As for vegetable, asparagus is absolutely abhorrent. When’s the last time you actually recited the pledge? If you aren’t American, do/did you have anything similar in your country that you do during a time at school? Probably not since high school. Last person you shared food with? Ummm I have no idea. It's really just Mom and me here and we eat our own stuff. What was the last song you heard for the first time and enjoyed? I believe it waaas... "Down In The Park" by Marilyn Manson, maybe. If your life was a TV show, what would be the theme song? My inner high school emo just screamed "All Signs Point to Lauderdale" by AD2R. Who are some of your favorite female fictional characters, and why? Gahdamn, there's a lot. I don't feel like going through a mental list in my head and then describing why. A character (in anything) you wish hadn’t been killed off? Vol'jin; I think the entire WoW fanbase will forever be pissed about it. It was THE most "lul we dunno what 2 do w/ him anymore, let's let a totally random, unnamed, unimportant demon kill him" like what the fuck, Blizz. Most of his "oomph" was in the book, and I just really wish they'd done so much more with him in the game. Has anything “cute” happened in the past week? Off the top of me noggin, no. When did you last say “I love you”? Did you mean it? Yesterday to Sara. OF course I did. Is there someone who pops into your mind at random times? Hi, PTSD, how are ya. Have you ever slept all day? Essentially. When I was on a larger dose of my anxiety med, I physically couldn't stay up for barely even five minutes, and when I'd lie back down, boom, I was OUT. I stayed on that dosage for I think just that one day, it was so bad. Can you have kids? Well, I have a functioning menstrual cycle, so I would assume so. Doesn't mean I will, though. What colors of mascara have you worn on your lashes? Only black. Do you like eating sour things? Hell yeah, I love sour stuff, candy in particular. Do you like pickles? fuuuuck yeah Did you ever have a really close friend move away? Yeah, in elementary school. I feel bad I can't remember her name at the moment... What's the most creative thing you've ever done? I mean, I guess the things I've written in RP. What's the most creative thing someone has done for you? For me? I don't really know. Do you like to watch ghost-hunting shows? Sure, they're some of my favorites. What’s something you’d like to be better at? Social interaction. Have you ever stayed up to talk to someone who was sad? Yeah. Do you think you would make a good parent? No. I know I wouldn't. The only time I ever wanted kids was with Jason, and honestly, I really hope I don't end up with a man because I never want to deal with that urge again and make a mistake. I'm just in no way emotionally fit to be a mother. How many best friends do you have? Just one. What do you cry over the most? My PTSD, honestly. I never sob about it anymore, just shed some tears. What language did/do you take in high school? Latin for one semester, then all four available for German. Which sports do you follow? None. Who was the last person you talked about marriage or having kids with? About marriage, Sara. Kids, the subject was lightly touched upon with Girt, though "with" was never a part of it, but obviously implied seeing as we were dating with long-term in mind. Have you ever been in a house fire? No, thankfully. Have you ever made out for one straight hour? them is rookie numbers Are you any good at remembering phone numbers? No. I literally don't even know my own, nor my mother's. I need to fix that. Who is your best friend of the opposite sex? Girt. Do you have a bookshelf? If so, just one or how many? No. If I gave you twenty bucks what would you do with it? Save it to go towards Venus' terrarium. Is there a movie from your childhood that you still watch today? Well of course! I'm unashamed to watch any "kids" movie I enjoy, like Disney ones. Most "kids" movies tend to be better than those intended for adults, it seems... Are you afraid of mice? Oh no, I adore mice and I think had a pair as pets before I got rats. What type of souvenir do you usually purchase when on vacation? I can't really answer this; I haven't gone on nearly enough vacations to develop a theme. I can say confidently though it'd probably be something small. If you could see any musical on Broadway right now, what would it be? I don't enjoy musicals. Have you ever watched Doctor Who? One or two with Sara, yes. I know we at least watched the weeping angels episode. If you read, which book or series did you enjoy most as a child? Warriors by S.E. Hinton. Sometimes I wanna get back into them, but I am YEARS behind and more into Wings of Fire anyway, so. I don't read nearly enough for both. How do you get rid of your hiccups? Literally no trick seems to work for me. I just suffer lmao.

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Added a bunch of HCs into Terushi’s docs, but those who don’t wanna go there to read ‘em, here’s what I added:

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‣ Terushima will cry over kitten videos, and cute puppies. He especially loves hairless cats, and Shiba Inus.

‣ He loves to collect Moomin coffee mugs, and other Moomin items.

‣ He has a hard time asking for anything, which results in people having to learn to read his clues. Eventually, once he is more comfortable with someone, he will end up asking for something very subtly. Like for example, by grabbing their sleeve while staring at what he’d like to get.

‣ Yuuji likes to watch ghost hunting documentaries, and series where people tell about their experiences of being haunted by ghosts; he also likes to go ghost hunting himself, and urban exploring. Yuuji is also scared of ghosts.

‣ He is scared of horses.

‣ Yuuji has a very set routine in getting ready every day, and will easily spend an hour or so picking out an outfit and styling his hair. If he is going out, it will take him even longer to get ready.

‣ If he is in a good mood, he will sing while he’s doing chores. 

‣ One thing he absolutely loves is being squished. This means that you can lay on him full weight, or trap him between you and a couch, or just hold him really really tight. It is a huge source of comfort for him, and it eases his anxieties a lot.

‣ Yuuji is a sucker for skin contact, so if you’re his s/o, he will crawl under your shirt and lay his cheek against your chest or back.

‣ Occasionally he will skateboard around town.

‣ Sometimes, very rarely (and mainly verse dependent) he vlogs, does let’s plays or other gaming videos. Mainly horror games. 

‣ He also loves to take pictures of anything and everything dear to him.

‣ Yuuji also loves to wear his boyfriend’s clothes, hoodies or t-shirts. If he’s got a girlfriend, he definitely will happily borrow his shirts to ‘em.

‣ Yuuji may also occasionally change the tongue piercing into another one, so he can give his s/o a small surprise the next time he goes down on ‘em.

‣ Due to his relationship with his parents, and the things he’s gone through, he has quite the fight or flight reaction from time to time. If he’s startled badly enough, he will back away until he hits a wall, and then slide down into a sitting position, covers his head and then he starts apologizing. This may happen especially during times when he’s more zoned out and possibly eating something. Yuuji has had the habit of sneaking food into his room when his parents have not been at home, and when they again left for whatever reason, he’d quickly dispose of the plates. Sometimes he still finds himself stashing away snacks and stuff in the bedroom.

‣ If he’s having a bad day, just the sound of the keys rattling at the door will have him bolt for the bathroom or bedroom.

Harry Potter Next Generation Headcanons

im bored. im full of emotions, and am rly missing the HP world... i just want to write down my headcannons for the next gen kiddos tbh.

please remember these are just my opinions? its okay if yours are different. im just bored and want to share my thoughts,,

Teddy Lupin

his name is Theodore Remus “Teddy” Lupin. it’s just what it is

I don’t care what JKR says, to me his name will always be Theodore

i can’t do this “Edward” stuff im so sorry,,,

h u f f l e p u f f

proper school uniform? never heard of it

messy hair, messy clothes

punk rock child

we’re talking like,,,at least two (2) lip piercings ok

absolutely terrible in herbology. do not leave this child alone in a greenhouse, bad things happen

fuckin hoards chocolate

its a problem

dating Victorie Weasley

random bursts of dancing

keeps a lock of hair pink for his mother

lives with the Potters, enjoys pretending to be Ginny to ground his siblings

“Lily, why aren’t you coming out of your room? Dinner’s ready?” “You said I’m grounded! You tell me!” “What? Oh, for the- THEODORE REMUS LUPIN-“

s m i r k s

effortlessly cool,,, but so so dorky,,, in a cool way

Victorie Weasley

ravenclaw!

looks a lot like her mother, Fleur, but inherited those Weasley freckles

a little confused a lot of the time

absolute sweet tooth (teddy abuses this fact a lot)

Mom Friend™

will help you with your homework

always got a book on her

super beautiful and like,,,, the absolute nicest person,,, but

cannot dance

like at all

adores Charms class

a softie you don’t want to cross

“I’m the oldest”

Dominique Weasley

inherited the Classic Weasley Red Hair™

idolises her Uncle Charlie

“I wanna save animals and work with cool dragons, just like Uncle Charlie does!”

Bill almost has a heart attack

always bringing stray animals home

(“is that a lizard in your pocket, Dominique?” “Yes! His name is Blob.” “You know how your father’s afraid of reptiles, sweetheart, you can’t bring it inside.”)

Gryffindor child

favourite class is definitely Care of Magical Creatures, she and Hagrid like to talk about proper care methods for rare creatures

perpetual dirt stains

BIG middle child vibes

doesn’t really label her sexuality… just kinda does what she wants rly

all the pets in Hogwarts love her

rumours are she’s got an innate, natural magical ability to make them all love her

(she feeds them under the table)

it’s a mystery

big advocate for animal rights

f e m i n i s t

willing to throw hands at all times

usually all smiles though

one of those people who use their whole bodies to laugh

kind of an accidental heartthrob

romcoms

Louis Weasley

looks the most like his mother

ravenclaw

absolutely filled with curiosity. always reading or talking or learning

random facts

(how do you even find that sort of information?

you don’t want to know)

coffee boy

sort of musically talented?

he and James Sirius preach the importance of skincare to all who will listen

secretly full of sass and dry wit

vry graceful and fluid

e y e r o l l

awkward smiles? can never smile properly in photos

on the ravenclaw quidditch team

Ravenclaw Prefect

(“You might be older, but I’m taller.” “Fuck off!”)

only watches High Quality™ tv shows/media

kind of a disaster, despite the gracefulness

Molly Weasley

Classic red hair

comes across as a bit uptight, like her father

I don’t care what you think. (She really cares what you think.)

E y e b r o w s

death glares

drinks like 5 cups of coffee in the morning

studies,,, like a lot

definitely a Gryffindor though

mom jeans

always ready to debate a topic. will destroy opponents.

has been trying to start a successful Debate Club for like 4 years now

naturally falls into the position of a group leader

would be a teacher’s pet, if she wasn’t ready At All Times™ to debate the relevancy of the course syllabus or outdated teaching methods

got into a fight with Severus Snape’s portrait in Headmistress McGonagall’s office.

(Dumbledore’s portrait was laughing, until she turned and ragged on him for a bit. Minerva thought it was absolutely hilarious, so she just let Molly go at it for a while).

full of rage towards everything, but wears a very careful mask of aloofness

to calm down, she likes painting her nails

she’s very good at it

she’s also very good at painting and art in general, weirdly enough

Lucy Weasley

G R Y F F I N D O R

adores shitty puns and has a terrible sense of humour

brown hair, not red

loves to prank people, which makes her Uncle George very proud

Percy complains about her behaviour, but makes sure he knows he’s proud too

(charming all the cauldrons in the potions classroom to scream whenever they’re stirred takes a more complex understanding of spell work than one would expect).

a pit of a punk streak

rly loves hip hop

high key drama queen

does she ever stop yelling? we’re yet to find out

average grades in terms of theory, but she’s the best in terms of applying information

especially for her pranks

has allies throughout the castle, from the portraits to the students

the bigger the prank, the better

but is a firm believer in “confuse, don’t abuse”

all her pranks are mostly harmless

is a surprising lover of older literature, like Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, an influence of her sister

a bit rebellious

Fred Weasley II

name isn’t officially “the second”, but it sounds cooler

James Potter, Lucy Weasley, Molly Weasley and Fred Weasley are like the Marauders 2.0

says “squad” and “lit” unironically

niche humour

hipster vibes

avid music lover

smiley sunshine child

takes after his mother the most in looks, just like his sister

a chill type of gryffindor

plays quidditch, and is an excellent chaser, just like his mother

the absolute undisputed King™ of puppy-dog eyes

just,,,, beautiful

the True teacher’s pet

hands in his work on time,, asks lots of questions,,, likes helping students understand their work,, what a boy

can hella nyoom

runs so fast

look at him go

as you might expect, loves a good prank. always down for a laugh

Roxanne Weasley

Gryffindor and pROUD

absolute Queen tbh

was definitely Head Prefect or Gryffindor Prefect at some point

loved by the school

absolute legend

G I R L   P O W E R

infectious laughter

has a soft spot for Louis Weasley and Scorpius Malfoy

these poor disaster children,,,, they need a Mother

M O M

big mom vibes

mothers the hell out of all the first years

a feminist through and through

can be found nodding aggressively to Molly Weasley’s semi-deranged, furious ranting

YAAAASS

loves slang. uses so much slang. always up to date with trends and memes

has all the gossip

becomes a mess around pretty girls

absolute blushing, stuttering disaster around cute girls oh my god

her eye make-up game is killer

sparkly

Distinguished Lesbian

Rosie Weasley

did someone say Weasley™?

red hair and freckles and curls oh my

on the autism spectrum, has trouble socialising sometimes

hella passionate about stuff

hangs out with Scorpius and Albus, the Golden Trio 2.0

f em ini st

her jokes are the best. high quality sense of humour.

Ravenclaw

likes to read. it’s quiet in the school library, which is nice.

abysmal at herbology

surprisingly good at Care of Magical Creatures though? Animals are just,,, so much easier to deal with

overall, really good grades though

bit of a silent type, but she’s actually a riot to hang out with

actually pretty good at quidditch? She’s not on the team, and she’s not super interested in playing, but?? She’s not bad??

She can land a solid hit with a beater’s bat

(eyes you judgementally over the top of a book)

dry wit humour

will throw hands over chess

Hugo Weasley

hufflepuff

unbeatable at chess, like his dad

a lost puppy

someone please help this child

softie

kind of low-key emotional

so supportive!! and loyal!! high-key best friend material

foodie. loves food. please feed him.

takes a bit more after his dad appearance wise

loves to cook. spends lots of time with grandma Molly and his dad in the kitchen

Professor Longbottom is his favourite professor, because he’s more chilled and laidback.

other professors and classes fill him with Distress™

loves astronomy too

maths whizz, so good at arithmancy

(“uh, actually-“)

a little bossy, like his mother

is trying so hard

maybe a little too hard

a bit insecure and nervous, but so soft

please treat this child carefully and with love

James Sirius Potter

Gryffindor

L O U D

a fucking disaster child

what’d you expect, putting “James” and “Sirius” together?

DRAMATIC GASPING

flails his hands around when he talks

s t r u t s

bisexual mess, had a crush on both the Longbottom children at some point

is better than you at everything

including being a different gender

fuck you that’s why

so pretty

he’s so pretty

is thIS CHILD EVER NOT LAUGHING AT SOMETHING OH My god

laughs at everything

all the time

always

high-key emotional

badly timed finger guns

looks like a model in photos? wtf?

gets invited to Girls Nights™

wears nail polish and makeup

loves to yell at people about gender roles and defying stereotypes

TEA SIS

not on the quidditch team surprisingly enough, even though he’s pretty good

prefers to be in the stands, doing A+ commentary on the games

if he can get Fred to stop mid-air due to unbearable, suffocating laughter at least once a game it’s a win in his books

has it OUT for the hufflepuff quidditch team and no one knows why??

definitely makes puns on his name

it drives everyone insane

harry always replies he’s just making his namesake proud

that also drives everyone insane

smug lil shit

Albus Severus Potter

“It’s just Al.”

S L Y T H E R I N

will always find a way to get what he wants, eventually

“dad, why did you name me this way?”

unimpressed

sigh

hella smart. is topping at least five classes

Aunt Hermione is his favourite. She’s the fucking Mistress of Magic! All that power, the ability to make change and improve the Magical World as a whole-

sass master

the reason headmistress mcgonagall keeps a bottle of scotch under her desk at all times

the only potter child to inherit The Eyes™

absolute insomniac

kind of emo, but turns into a fucking softie around Scorpius Malfoy it’s hilarious

adverse to violence. prefers a verbal beatdown method

really tall? despite having shorties for parents??? no one saw it coming

(especially not Teddy. He’s always scared of losing his last few inches of height)

Functional Gay

he’s on the slytherin quidditch team, as a seeker

Lily Luna Potter

Gryffindor

FEMINIST

do not mess with lily luna potter

she may seem cute and sweet, but she will destroy you

inherited her father’s black hair

disaster lesbian

transfiguration is her favourite subject, by far

has no idea what she wants to do with the rest of her life.

Existential Crisis Father-Daughter Bonding Time™

do you ever sleep?

takes after Ginny the most in personality

also, kind of the most like James Fleamont Potter in personality, too?

Loves to help her brother out with pranks, laughs at him when he gets caught and she gets away with it

The only one of the Potter Children who hasn’t got into a fight with Severus Snape’s portrait

because she just ignores him instead

loves talking to the portraits around the castle

Super good at Quidditch, is on the team as a Chaser

Quidditch Captain at some point

adores Hagrid, but who out of the Potter children doesn’t?

Idolises Minerva McGonagall

just as oblivious as her father

Scorpius Malfoy

Actually in Ravenclaw, not Slytherin, much to many people’s surprise

abSOLUTE DADDY’S BOY

super close with his dad

Draco is just so supportive of like everything he does (unlike his father)

classic blonde malfoy looks

actually really funny?

a cuddler. loves hugs. always leeching warmth off of someone

he and Rosie sometimes finger-tip-touch which is their version of a hug, because he know’s she’s not super comfortable with touch

was basically adopted by the Weasley’s and Potter’s

James Sirius will murder for this child

booknerd, always rambling to Al and Rosie about new books coming out he’s interested in reading.

has had a crush on Albus Potter since like 1st year

always worried about making his dad proud, and keeping up the Malfoy name

sweet tooth

he’s just,, soft. just a warm, happy child. he wants love, and affection. someone tell him he’s doing okay, please.

needs,,, validation,,,

he’ll tell you out loud that he has no favourite aunts or uncles, but he secretly really likes spending time with his Uncle Ron

they had a talk, once, in like the middle of the night at a sleepover with Rosie and Al, about feeling insecure in comparison to others, and learning to be proud of yourself for your achievements

there were a few tears, but it was nice

Ron was actually the third person he told, besides his dad and Rosie, about having a crush on Al

openly a disaster romantic. trash taste in romance novels.

always welcome in the Potter-Weasley households

Tony Miller as a Gun For Hire! Tagged by the lovely @envyfelled ! Ty! This was super fun! Also, I'm on mobile, so sorry for the garbo formatting! (Fun fact, tonys voice claim is laura bailey as fiona/fem!boss)

Paired With Fangs For Hire:

Boomer - "Heya buddy!" followed by excessive scratching behind the ears | "Fuckin' love this dog, can sniff out a peggie like shark sniffing out blood. Good trait to have! Awfully convenient too…" | [patpatapatptpataptap] | "Atta fuckin' boy Boomer!" When she sees him get a kill | "Who's a good boy! Who wants to kill some cultists!" | "Wanna play fetch? Rip out their necks?"

Peaches - "Good girl…" | stealth gang stealth gang | peaches: mows down peggies/tony: a baby!" | "I jus' think it's funny that when we went to the Henbane, we picked up a cougar, Addie, an actual cougar, Peaches, and joined a crew called the Cougars… Just'a thought," 

Cheeseburger - "This reminds me'a Vegas pride, saw plenty'a bears there too" | "Kinda ironic to find you in Jacob's region, all things considered," [snickers to herself] | [PATPATPATPATPATPAT] | "Get outta my pockets! These snacks are mine, not yours!" | "You remind me of those like, beware of dog signs, but the dog is always a sweetheart who'd rather play with a home invader rather than attack them," 

Paired With Other Guns For Hire:

Jess - stealth gang stealth gang stealth gang | Jess has a MASSIVE crush on Tony. Everyone can tell. Tony knows | jess: guns are fucking lame and the sniper rifle is the cowards weapon/ tony: uses a sniper rifle/ jess: actually sniper rifles are cool as fuck | "Good shot Jess!" "S-shit, um, thanks, Tony," 

Grace - sniper gang sniper gang!! | [steals a headshot Grace was lining up] "Cmon Gracie, thought you were meant to be Olympic level!" | highly competitive, do a shot whenever they get a perfect headshot to die instantly | smug top solidarity | also heavily depressed solidarity 

Adelaide - [acts like she's not sleeping with her nephew even tho Addie knows she definitely knows] | Tony is either constantly laughing or constantly face palming over the shit addie says | have gotten into an argument once bc addie said john was a top 

Nick - "What's up eye in the sky?" | [flirts over radio] [flirts over radio] [flirts over radio] [fli | Nick: speaks/Tony: god I just love the way you fucking talk | often talk about kim together | "Can we have a barbecue at your place once these fuckers are dealt with?" | [pretends not to be bitter the Deputy got to help deliver Carmina and not her]

Sharky - "Heya baby!" | [constant back and forth flirting. It's embarrassing] | any second they're both not talking is a second they're making out | Can and Will go john wick on some peggy ass if he gets hurt badly | "Do you wanna have a sleepover?" "Lemme ask my momma," | she calls him Charlie :> | loves him so so much they're just constantly talking about anything and everything | literally like A Comedic Duo. Have together for certified funnies

Hurk jr. - "Junior! This'll be just like Kyrat!" | competitions about who can shotgun a beer faster every 4 seconds | WILL tell you stories about their time in Kyrat together | Tony has punched Drubman sr in the nose before and she'll do it again | "Hey Tony? You still in contact with Ajay?" "He sends me a royal postcard every now n' then. Apparently it's boring being king, and his only solace is that his new bodyguard is cute," 

In Combat: 

Seeing an enemy - "Fucker in my sights," | "I got a bullet with your name on it… actually I don't, who the fuck has time to carve names in bullets, but you get the idea- im just gonna shoot you now" | "You're dead on arrival, shithead," 

Sneaking - "You'd think me sneaking is counter productive because I'm 6'4 and have a very loud gun, but you're the boss Dep," | "Shhhh… we're huntin' shitheads… Heard it in a game," | [shoots alarm boxes] "You ain't allowed to call your friends, you're all grounded," | *peggy triggers alarm* "Fuckin snitch!" 

Killing an enemy - "SKULLCRACKER!" | "I just don't miss!" | just fucking headshot after headshot after headshot | [sucks in breath through teeth] "God damn I'm good," | when shes not using her Wifle (wife rifle, a 45/70) she's being FUCKING EFFICIENT with her ak-ms or just blasting ribcages open with her shotgun

Reviving - "Up you get, baby," | "You ain't dying on me that easy, Dep" | "Not today Satan!" | "You gonna let some unwashed asshole kill you?" 

Hurt - "Motherfucker!" | "That's another scar I'll tattoo over," | "Thank god people find scars sexy," | "God fuck that's smarts!" 

Downed - "Dep! Give me a hand?" | "Clean up on Aisle 4 needed!" | "Don't worry about me, just bleeding out over here, no rush," 

Revived - "Drinks on me when this is over Dep," | "Thanks babe!" | "I'll kiss you when we get outta this mess," | "I owe ya!"

Driving: 

Entering a vehicle - "Lemme take over I'm a way better driver than you," | "Floor it!" | "Hang on I've got a mixtape, just hope I havent fuckin' crushed it," | [takes the opportunity to roll cigs] | *peggies roll up* "Keep her steady!" [leans out the window and headshots the peggie on their ass, causing them to crash the car, like that isnt the coolest shit you've ever seen] "Aight cool,"

Reckless Driving - "Watch the fuckin' road asshole!" | [desperately tryna grip the wheel so she can take over driving] | "STOP THE CAR! I'LL JUST FUCKING WALK!" | "Are you tryna kill us?! Fuckin' swap seats now!" | tony is the designated driver bc one she's fucking good at it and two shes also a really bad backseat driver. Just let her drive 

Changing Radio Stations - "Now don't tell Charlie I said this but some of the peggies music is actually good,"| "John's a prick but his music taste is fuckin' good," | [punches radio in when Only You comes on] "...Sorry… Force'a habit…" | "Bold and brave my ass, John looks like he needs help getting spiders out of rooms and wears fuzzy pink bathrobes," 

Idle: 

"Man, John's a freak, and yeah I mean that in the sexy way. Someone who demands so much outward control whilst being a shithead little brat likes to get trussed up like a thanksgiving turkey and stuffed like one too. Don't give me that look Dep, I'm right and we both know it," 

"That dude Jacob ate was called Miller?? God, that could've been me if I was much older and way uglier!" 

"Faith just makes me fuckin sad man. She's been manipulated and groomed into this life by fuckin Joseph- she's so goddamn young too. I'm not gonna tell you what to do Dep, but that's just my two cents,"

"Joseph's the worst kind of man- a manipulator. He tells you what you wanna hear, targets the misfortunate who have nothing left to lose, builds a fucking army out of em. The other heralds I'm ok with arresting, but Joseph's got to go,"

[Lights cig with either her fancy lighter or by striking a match on the bottom of her shoe] "Don't start smoking, Dep,  bad for your health," 

Location Specific: 

Testy Festy Aftermath - [pinches bridge of nose] "Not again…" | "Anyone got a water and like, 3 aspirin?" | "Ain't the first time I've woke up passed out in a field, won't be the last," | "Did we at least get a photo from the night? I've won the competitions here for the last 3 years in a row now, I'm not fuckin missing one cuz of these peggies," 

Falls End - "Fuckin shame to see Falls End like this, but Mary May and Jerome will take good care of her now weve got it back, they always do," | "Think we'll get free drinks for life at the Spread Eagle when this is all over? Actually, we probably won't even get free drinks for week, so for life is wishful thinking," | she enjoys playing with the singing fish on the front of the speed eagle and keeps tryna convince Mary May to let her take it for herself bc tony goddamn miller has the biggest singing fish collection in the entire county 

Seed Ranch - *loud whistle* "this place is swanky as fuuuuck… Not that big a fan of all the dead animals though…" | "IS THAT WEED ON THE TABLE? Johnny boy you fuckin' hypocrite!" | "Oh he's definitely got a secret room behind one of these bookshelves, like a home torture room? Oh my God, what if he has more than one...?" [starts frantically pulling books off shelves] | regarding his shelves with peggie memorabilia [takes baseball bat to it] | [pretends she's never been here as she frantically stuffs any of her own belongings she might've forgotten here into her bag]

Entering the Henbane - "Don't trust a goddamn thing you see here. You think you see something you're not supposed to, hit it," | [swinging at bliss induced angel/animal/faith visions] | "Can we try savin' Faith? Don't feel right killin' her, she's so young…" | "Can we go to Sharky's place? I left some stuff there that could be worth picking up,"

Hope County Jail - "Sheriff Whitehorse has always been a good man to me, Dep. Would appreciate it if he lived through this," | "I always feel like a giant whenever I come here, everyones like 5'3. Virgil, Tracey, Charles, all shortasses," | "I think it's cute they gave you a little pin! You're part of their Pride now! Or whatever the cougar equivalent is to a lions pride… do Cougars even travel in packs? Aside from when Addie used take the girls out for drinks,"

Entering the Whitetails - "Always feels like something's watchin' you in these woods. Keep your eyes peeled," | "Always felt like there's something in these woods that there ain't supposed to be…" | [Shifting from foot to foot] "Can we get a move on? Aint'a big fan of standing around waitin' to get shot by some fuckin' sniper with a bow," | [watching Jacob's video punishing Pratt] "I'll fuckin' get you outta here, Stace… you just gotta hold out a second longer," | [about all the dead bodies and 'you are meat' graffiti] "Love what Jacob's done with the place," 

The Wolfs Den - "Eli Palmer is a good fuckin man. Kind, smart, careful and ruthless against peggies. We've made a good friend here, Dep," | "Heya Wheaty! Got a few more vinyls for your collection! They're all my own though, so be careful with em," | "I don't think Tammy likes you that much Dep. I don't think she likes much of anything anymore, other than attaching jumper cables to Peggy's nipples… Oh god, my piercings hurt thinking about it," 

Joseph's Island - [hand firmly on rifle grip] | "Creepy, evil motherfucker, had him pegged right from the start. Well, not pegged. I'm not pegging Joseph. I'd rather stick my dick in a ceiling fan then go anywhere near him- I'm just gonna stop talking," | "You know what? No one else has asked it so I'm gonna- where the fuck does Joseph sleep.  In the church? In one of these houses? In the dirt somewhere? What if he hangs upside down from trees like a bat?" 

tag game!

rules: answer 17 questions and tag 17 people you wanna know better

tagged by: @radical-scorpia

nickname: Nix

zodiac: Leo (sun) Aries (Moon) Scorpio (rising)

height: 5'4"

hogwarts house: Ravenclaw

last thing i googled: Buckskin mare for sale

song stuck in my head: Disasterology

amount of sleep i usually get: anywhere from 3 hours up to 14

lucky numbers: 17, 22, 23, 30

dream job: naturalist, author, and i'd like to make a female separatist community. i'd love to own my own stables and train horses

wearing: pajamas because i'm lazy

fave songs: Hope of Morning (Icon for Hire) Novocaine (Fit for Rivals) Braindead, Concede Repent Destroy, Merchants of Decay (FVK) Deep Down, Single Life (Inklings), My Nightmare, Told Ya So, Badly Broken, Misunfortunate, Voodoo, Ddrown (Get Scared) Break, The Good Life, Life Starts Now, Its All Over, Pain, Get Out Alive, Gone Forever (Three Days Grace) Don't Fear the Reaper (Blue Ouster Cult, Pierce the Veil) The Diary of Jane, Failure, Ashes of Eden (Breaking Benjamin) Not Good Enough for the Truth in Cliche (Escape the Fate) Chemical Prisoner, Im not a Vampire, The Drug in Me is You, Brother (Falling in Reverse) How Far We've Come (Matchbox Twenty) Little Lion Man (Mumford and Sons, Tonight Alive) House of Wolves, Sleep, Party Poison, The Only Hope For Me is You, Drowning Lessons, Skylines and Turnstiles, The World is Ugly, Thank You for the Venom, Hang Em High, The Ghost of You, I Never Told You What I Do For A Living (My Chemical Romance) Lighthouse (Octopus Montage) Hell Above, A Match Into Water, I'm Low on Gas and You Need a Jacket, Chemical Kids and Mechanical Brides, Currents Convulsive, Texas is Forever, Floral and Fading, Today I Saw The Whole World, Circles, Disasterology, Bedless, Caraphernelia (Pierce the Veil) The Sky is a Neighborhood (Foo Fighters) Dani California (Red Hot Chili Peppers) A Love Like War (All Time Low) The World I Used to Know, Tell Me Now, A Moment, I Survive (We Came as Romans)

random facts: I ‘talk' in hums and 'brrp' noises, I communicate more like a cat than a person, I can twist my tongue to look like a clover, and i have a tiny third nipple

aesthetics: a green forest bathed in golden sunlight, dark and stormy nights, creatures in the shadows, a desperate final attempt

what im passionate about: animals, writing, women, and feminism

who i tag:

@celtyradfem

@genevulva

@strawb3rry-terf

@anteoli

@de-transitioned

@short-terf-dyke

@biscuits-and-beavers

@gender-critical-lupine

@foxxhearted

@venusverted

@platinum-iridium

@magicalgirlyoonji

@dyke-sona

@tetraterezi

@noturlezzie

@thatkindoffeminist

@radgardevoir

tell me something good (roswell new mexico, michael/alex)

For once in his life, Michael isn't looking to stir up trouble; he just wants to drink in peace and stoically freak out about the clusterfuck he and his family have found themselves in ever since Liz Ortecho rolled back into town. He definitely doesn't want to think about Alex Manes. And yet somehow when he's minding his own business, trouble manages to find him. (Rated explicit, 13937 words)  

The bathroom door opened again as someone shuffled in, their tread somewhat irregular. Michael glanced up and blinked. Alex’s face didn’t quite register surprise to see him there, but his steps faltered as he paused with one hand on the door, then shook his head and came the rest of the way inside. Without his cane, Alex stood awkwardly, like he’d forgotten what to do with his hands or still didn’t trust his balance, not a hundred percent. Or maybe he was just drunk: hair mussed, shirt unbuttoned lower than was strictly decent, and it was late enough in the evening for a five o’clock shadow to have grown in, sharpening the boyish curves of his face and making his full mouth look, impossibly, even fuller. The bright flush that stained his cheeks was way more attractive than Michael was equipped to deal with at the moment.

Alex had pretty much always had this effect on him, ever since they were seventeen years old. While it would probably surprise most people to learn Michael did have boundaries and self-respect, the truth was they all took a hike whenever Alex Manes was in the room. Frankly he was sick of it. He was worse than a diabetic who’d never gotten the memo that cake was off the menu.

Michael raised his eyebrows back. He took another swig of beer in greeting, though the taste immediately made him grimace. “Fancy meeting you here,” he said.

Alex studied him a moment. He had the perfect excuse to walk up to a urinal and turn his back to Michael, but he remained where he was and sighed like Michael had still, without trying, managed to piss him off.

“Maria said I might find you in here,” he began, meeting Michael’s eyes with stubborn steadiness. “She was worried about you, not that I can imagine why.”

Michael flashed a grin so obnoxious it made him want to roll his eyes. “That makes two of us. She hasn’t even had to boot my hick ass out yet.”

Alex’s gaze traveled over him once, then away. Dismissive. Michael’s fingers tightened reflexively around the neck of the beer bottle, twisting in annoyance when Alex snorted. “I think that’s the problem,” Alex said. “People get nervous when they see you acting like a responsible member of society.”

“Sounds an awful lot like other people are the problem to me,” Michael drawled back. He pushed himself off the wall and hooked his thumbs into the pockets of his jeans. “Don’t worry, I’m sure the Michael Guerin Shit Show will return to its regularly scheduled programming in no time. But if it’ll make you feel better, I can go out there and punch someone the hell out right now.” Meanly he added, “Is that Kyle Valenti I saw you with earlier? How’s he doing?”

The comment earned him a scowl and a noise of disgust. Good. Michael was in just enough of a petty mood to enjoy this. “Leave Kyle alone. He’s fine.”

“Kyle’s a jumped-up homophobic piece of shit who’s called you every slur his pathetic little mind can conjure up,” Michael pointed out with a grunt. His voice shook as he said it. Kids at school used to abuse Alex for everything from his looks to his sexuality to his Native heritage, and then he went home and got shit all over again from his dad. It was a bit of a sore spot; Michael couldn’t help but feel pissed about it on Alex’s behalf, even ten years later. “He’s anything but fine.”

“Yeah, well, we buried the hatchet.” Alex dodged his gaze. “I was close with his dad, and Kyle was my friend for a long time. That still counts for something.”

Michael barked a laugh and then had to stifle his irritation when it came out sounding sad and vulnerable. He shook his head. “Guess I know where I stand, then,” he said and saluted Alex with his beer. He didn’t know whether it was annoyance or guilt that made Alex’s expression shift when he realized what he’d said.

Alex sighed. He’d never, not from the time Michael ran into him again outside his trailer, bothered to get angry about anything, not even when Michael needled him. It was like either he’d lost the energy for it in Iraq, or Michael just wasn’t worth the trouble anymore. But however bored Alex seemed with the conversation, his gaze was frank. “Listen, Guerin, I just came in here to check on you because Maria said I should. Clearly it was unnecessary--you seem like the same old asshole to me.”

Michael stiffened. He and Alex had called each other plenty of things over the years, not all of them kind. Shared history and heartbreak would do that. But Alex, against all odds, was the one person who’d never actually stooped to calling Michael an asshole until now. For a second he faltered, skip-step, recovered badly with a smile so false he nearly choked on it.

“Oh yeah, I forgot,” he said. “You need a reason to walk away, right? Well, try this one one: I don’t wanna talk, and I sure as hell don’t need your pity or your concern. Been doing just swell without ’em the last ten years, and I’ll keep doing fine for the next ten too. So don’t trouble your pretty little head about it.”

It was almost satisfying to see the hurt register in Alex’s expression. Under the shitty restroom lighting, his frown deepened, and shadows crept beneath his eyes like bruises. For all he’d been through more in his life than the population of Roswell combined, seen shit and survived the kind of horrors the rest of them could only imagine, Alex had the most expressive eyes of anyone Michael knew. There was no hiding how he felt with a face like that. Michael hated that he was beginning to know what Alex’s sadness looked like more than his happiness or his love, could picture him angry and hurting better than he remembered what Alex looked like when he came or how his lips always parted just so when Michael fucked him.

Maybe he was an asshole.

He forced out a long, hard breath before Alex could respond and rubbed his hand over his eyes, then through his hair, no doubt screwing it up into elflocks. Suddenly Michael was so exhausted that he had no idea how the hell he was even holding himself up. He wished he could be anywhere but stuck in this shitty restroom in this shitty bar with the one person capable of making him feel like the biggest turd alive.

“Look, just--” Michael gestured at nothing. “It was big of you to come check on me, Manes, but you really didn’t have to bother. Tell Maria I’m--”

“Yeah. Sure.”

Alex took a step forward. His expression was guarded but set, intent in a way Michael didn’t like. He’d had horses on the ranch look at him the same way when Michael said one thing and they decided they knew better. Usually ended with someone eating dirt. Usually Michael.

He had the reputation for stirring up trouble, but of the two of them, Alex was the guy who’d pick a fight with a wall if he thought it’d looked at him wrong. When people called Alex a fag in high school, he came back with more piercings, louder clothes, louder hair, started throwing punches and nursing a chip on his shoulder the size of Albuquerque. When people called him a pussy, Alex went and joined the fucking Air Force. When Michael begged him to stay, he jumped on the first flight overseas.

Their relationship since he got back from Iraq had been like one big game of chicken.

Michael’s shoulders slumped in resignation when Alex approached to within touching distance and came to a stop. Voice softening, he said, “You honestly don’t seem all that fine, Guerin. What’s going on?”

“Coming from the guy who just called me an asshole?” Off the dramatic way Alex rolled his eyes--he could give Isobel and Maria a run for their money--Michael scoffed and resisted the urge to pull his hair out. He started to say, “I’m so fucking sick--” at the same time that Alex said, “Look, I’m sorry--”

They both stopped. Alex blinked, then narrowed his eyes. That challenging, obstinate look that made Michael actually feel his blood pressure spike. “You’re so fucking sick of what?”

Michael lifted his eyes skyward and chuckled. Nails over a chalkboard would’ve sounded more convincing. He pushed his hair behind his ears to stall for half a second before he met Alex’s gaze. “I’m so fucking sick of your bullshit, man.” Tired. He just sounded tired.

“Excuse me?”

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What are you planning to do tomorrow? Tomorrow is Halloween, but I’m not doing anything special. I’ll just watch scary movies, which I’ve been doing all month, and chill with my family. Probably get some takeout. Are you comfortable with your height? I wish I was a little bit taller. Ha, cue Skee-lo “I Wish.” Last text received? My dad letting me know he was on his way home from work yesterday. Whats your favorite subject in school? My favorite was always English. Many of my psych courses in college were as well, which is what I majored in. Whats your least favorite subject in school? Me and math never got along. Are you afraid of heights? Yes.

Are you afraid of the dark? I sleep with my TV on because I can’t have it be completely dark. Or quiet. Are you a jealous person? I feel envy more. I haven’t felt jealous in a long time. Do you miss anyone right now? There’s a few someones I’ll always miss.  How do you feel about your hair? I hate it right now. I badly need to get it dyed, trimmed, and styled.  Do sleep with a stuffed animal? I have 3 that sit on my bed. Do you sleep with the light on? I sleep with the TV on for a little sound and light. Do you sleep with the fan on? Yes. Were you happy when you woke up today? I never wake up happy. I wake up feeling like a zombie. Have you ever laughed so hard you cried? Yeah. Man, it’s been a long time since I’ve laughed that hard. Do you drink coffee? Duhhh. Do you find piercings attractive? No. I don’t mind some, I just don’t find them particularly attractive. Do you find tattoos attractive? Same thing I said about piercings.  When is your birthday? July 28th. How long are you on the computer? I spend a lot of time on here. Do you watch a lot of TV? Yeah. It’s on as background noise a lot, but I’ll tune in and out to it. I do have my shows I watch and am into, though. Or if there’s a movie I like that’s on. I multitask between that and being on the computer. What was the last movie you watched? On TV it was Halloween (2007) yesterday and in theaters it was Joker last week. What was the last TV show you watched? Catfish. Do you curse in front of your parents? No. Are you slowly drifting away from someone close? That happened already with a lot of people these past few years. :/ Do you like your phone? Yeah. Have you ever taken a road drip? Yes. Are you happy right now? No. Do you have a crush on anyone? No. Have you ever written a story? Yeah. I used to write short stories when I was like 13/14. Man, I wish I still had those. What are you listening to right now? An ASMR video. Do you watch American Idol? No. I did when it first started and many seasons after that, but one the original judges started leaving I lost interest. Whats your favorite number? 8. Whats the last thing you ate? Ramen. If you were a crayon what color would you be? Gray.  How is the weather right now? Nice and cold.  Are you too shy to ask someone out? There isn’t anyone I want to ask out, but yeah I’m never the one to make the first move. What were you doing before this? Another survey. Do you have any pets? I have a 2 year old German Shepherd/Lab mix named Princess Leia. Have you ever been caught doing something you weren’t supposed to be doing? Yeah. Are you still friends with someone from kindergarten? No. Do you like to travel by plane? I’ve only done it twice, but I might be traveling via plane next year. :O Do you use chapstick? Not often enough. I should. When did you last cry? A few days ago. What did you do today? So far just a few surveys and watched a few ASMR videos. Do you drink a lot of water? I need to drink more. I only drink like 1-2 bottles a day. What was the last website you visited? Google. How long do you think you will live? Blah. What do you spend most of your money on? Clothes. What did you eat for lunch today? I haven’t had lunch, yet, but I’m sure I’ll have a sandwich like I usually do. Do you eat breakfast? Usually. Do you eat junk food every day? I guess ramen could be considered junk food and I eat that like every night. Otherwise, no I’m not a snacker like I used to be. My appetite changed a lot a few years ago and I have some eating issues. How’s your life going lately? Blah. Do you like the winter time? Love it. Have you ever had to get your blood drawn? Countless times now. Do like eating mashed potatoes? Yesss. Are you a good cook? I make a pretty good bowl of ramen, ha. What is the most important thing to you? God and my family. Are you trying to avoid liking somebody at the moment? No. I don’t have an interest in anyone like that currently. When was the last time someone put you on the spot? Surveys like to do that. Do you lie about your age? No. I have no reason to. I’m 30 and old, ha. Have you ever been stung by a bee? No, thankfully. Who was the last person you high fived? Probably my mom. Who made you mad today? No one has. Do you like whip cream? Yeah, I like it in hot chocolate and like latte/mochas/cappuccinos. I don’t like whipped cream frosting, though. Give me buttercream. Do you know how to swim? Nope. Are you afraid of falling in love? Yes.  Could you go a whole month without cursing? Yeah. I don’t cure a lot anyway. Are you close to your mother? Very. Are you close to your father? No. We don’t have a bad relationship, but it’s not like the one my mom and I have. It’s just different. Do you miss your past? I miss a lot of things about my past. Are you any good at math? Nope. Do you look at the keyboard when you type? No. Who hugged you last? My mom. Who’s one person you can tell everything to? Ya’ll. ha. Do you keep things bottled up inside? I keep to myself a lot “in real life”, but I share a lot in surveys. Has anyone let you down lately? Just myself as always. Do you call anyone by their last name? No. Have you ever been called a bad influence? No. Do you have a lucky number? I don’t believe in luck, but I have a favorite number: 8. What scares you the most? Losing my loved ones, never getting better/getting worse, and never doing anything with my life and just wasting away. What did you do today? Just a few surveys and watched a few ASMR videos so far. It’s only 3:22AM. Why do you feel the way you feel? Good question! I’d sure like to know what the hell is wrong with me. What was the last thing you put in your mouth? Starbucks Doubleshot. What woke you up this morning? My body will wake itself up. Do you have a best friend to lean on? I have my family. Do you ever have wierd confusing dreams? All the time. How is your hair right now? A mess. When was the last time you went shopping? Earlier this month my mom and I did a little shopping at the mall. We went grocery shopping last week. Did you laugh a lot today? Not so far, but like I said it’s only 3 in the morning. Do you know what pseudo means? Yes. Was there anyone who made your day today? Sigh. Are you liking how you look today? No. Or any day. Do you hate when they give a lot of tv commercials? Yeah, they’re pretty annoying. Are you waiting for anything? Not at the moment. Are you a very stressed out person? Yes. Are you single? Yes. Do you watch the news? Sometimes. I mostly get my news online or from news app on my phone.  Have you ever been to disney world? No, but I’ve been to Disneyland. Do you like animals? Yesss. Do you know how to skateboard? I can’t. Do you go to church? No. I do listen to the sermon that’s uploaded every Sunday from a local church that I plan to attend in the future. What do you do to relax? “Relax, don’t do it when you want to go to it.” 

Anyway, the only time I’m able to really relax even just a little is when I’m at the beach. Do you hate when people stare at you for no reason? Uh, yeah. It happens a lot with kids. They’re so fascinated by wheelchairs, I guess. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with? My mom. Do you remember what date is was? When I had the deep convo with my mom? It was just a couple days ago. How often do you talk on the phone? I rarely talk on the phone. The only time are brief calls with one of my parents when they’re calling from work or while they’re out and about. Do you have any saved texted messages? My phone just keeps ‘em all. I’ve never gone through and deleted any. Which color is better? Red, Blue, Green, Black, or Yellow? I like all of them, but honestly I’d probably go with black. And blah, blah yeah I know it’s not really a color. Shh.  Whats your first initial? S. Are you good at hiding your feelings? Not anymore. I used to be. My emotions were like, “we’re in control now!” Are you afraid of rollercoasters? Yeahhh, I don’t do rollercoasters.  Is anyone annoying you right now? No. Everyone here is asleep. Do you smile a lot? *shrug* Genuine ones not as much.  Does the person you like know that you like them? I don’t like anyone in that way currently.  Have you ever cried from being so mad? Yes. If I’m mad then I cry, they go hand in hand. There’s been a few times where I was literally shaking with anger. That’s rare and takes a lot, but it has happened. Did you cry today? Not so far.  When was the last time you had a sleepover? Several years ago. My cousins used to sleep over all the time. Do you like watching horror movies? Love ‘em. How many kids do you want? Zero. What do you wanna be when you grow up? I’m “grown up”, but I still have no idea. Don’t let my age fool you, though. I don’t feel grown up in a lot of ways. Have you ever been suspended from school? No. Do you like taking pictures? Not of myself, but sure. Do walk around bare foot when your at home? Or do you wear socks? I always wear socks. Don’t you hate that when it’s freezing cold outside your nose gets runny? It’s not pleasant. Don’t you hate that when it’s freezing cold outside your eyes get teary? That doesn’t happen to me. Do you wear make up? It’s been a long time since I’ve worn any makeup. I honestly don’t think I have at all this year. :O Do you wear jewerly? I wear these beaded bracelets (some I made, some I bought) sometimes. Do you ever play games on the computer? I like to play The Sims sometimes. It’s been awhile, though.

Headcanon #12

Taking the Batfam home to meet your Family.

Dick:

You’d probably have to tell him about twenty times on the ride there to keep his hands to himself, not even a little hand holding in front of your parents. (Lord knows how eager he is to have his hands on you at all times, though honestly you never mind it. You’re father however would slaughter him at the sight of any physical contact between the two of you and you were not going to be splitting up any fights tonight.)

Though Dick, being the playful idiot he was, would probably ignore your warnings. He’d slickly let his hands linger on yours as he’d pass you things around the house, subtitly winking to you as he did so. It makes your heart beat skip and draws a smirk to your lips, you loved his playfulness.

Other then his occasional defiance of the whole hands to yourself rule, he’d be a down right proper gentleman.

Before dinner he’d help your mother in the kitchen with the food, prepping the vegetables, setting and removing the pot roast from the oven, even grabbing her the various bottles of spices she collects and keeps stores up on the top shelves (which she can’t reach for the life of her and is to stubborn to move no matter how many times you and your father beg her to). Once he leaves the room your mother would most likely grab your arm and smack you lightly questioning instantly about plans of a wedding. “Your not getting any younger Y/N and neither am I! I want my damn grandbabies! He’s gentle, he can cook and he’s got the looks” she’d wink with a shake of the hips before giving a chuckle when youd flush red and burry your face in your palms “im just sayin’...the way he looks at you is the same way your father looked at me when we used to date...It’s clear he really loves you sweetheart.”

During dinner he’d probably be seated next to you. He’d probably let his leg rest against yours as he ate, he remembering to use those billionaire manors Alfred and Bruce instilled in him. It warmed your heart at how hard he truly was trying to impress your parents, you’d probably have to repay him the favor after dinner. He’d do his best to impress the table with some quirky banter and after the meal he’d be the first to excuse himself to help clear the table and help with the dishes. (Geh you almost wished he did the dishes at home. You’d give a chuckle and roll your eyes at just how much of a kiss ass he was being, but you thought it was cute.)

After dinner he’d probably try an attempt to spend time with your father. He was positive he had your mother’s approval but, he needed to know your father approved of him as well. It would come in hand one day when he asked for your hand in marriage. He’d probably sit back on the couch diagonal from your fathers recliner and watch the football game with him, he making small talk about the games plays. (As much as Dick enjoyed sports he never got to watch them, with your ever busy life styles sitting home and lounging in front of the tv watching Sunday night football was never an option). Your father knowing what Dick was doing would be the least bit interested in what he had to say. He’d give a sigh and mute the game, not making eye contact as he spoke “if you wanna brown nose my ass kid, your fucking shitty at it. Let me just save you the trouble, i will never approve of anyone that my little girl brings into this house, I know what a young guy like yourself wants with a beautiful girl like my daughter, I was your age once too.” He’d probably sip at a bottle of beer, before placing it on the coffee table in front of him leaning in closer for Dick to meet his eyes. “That being said, you make my little girl happier than I’ve ever seen her. You’ve made it further than anyone else she’s ever dated, no one else has made it into this house” he’d hum fingers rubbing at the short kept black beard on his chin. “You must be special to her...you two got pet names?” He’d ask Dick through squinted eyes, to which Dick unsure how to answer would blurt no. A bluff, your father could smell it a mile away. “What do bees make?” To which a very confused dick would blink and answer back “wait? What? Um, Honey?” You’d hear the word honey and poke your head through the kitchens serving window and respond with “Yeah baby?” Dick would turn bright red in the face and your father would hum with satisfaction, leaning himself back into his chair with his beer, returning the tv volume back to normal “your a shitty liar, you’ll do I guess”

Jason:

Jay wasn’t the most polished of all guys, sure he knew manners but more times than not he’d never use them. You’d beg him to at least try and act like he was raised in a damn house and not like a hood rat raised in the gutters of Gotham. He’d probably take notice of how important this was to you and do his best to comply. You debated telling him to be careful with how much physical contact he’d put out, but you knew it’d be a waste of your breath to even try.

His palms would be damp most likely out of nerves (but hell if he’d admit that to anyone.) You’d slide your hand into his regardless of the sweat, and knot your fingers together giving him a gentle reassuring squeeze “you’ll be fine, no matter what happens tonight i will still love you” you’d whisper to him leaning in and pressing a kiss to his cheek. He’d appreciate that more than he’d be able to express.

While you and your mother begin to cook dinner, Jason would be sat on a chair in the kitchen most likely findling with his phone doing some type of “work”. Generally unless spoken to, he wouldn’t speak which could problematically be seen as rude. Your mother would most likely eye you over with disapproval and annoyance motioning to the phone in his hand. Moms are gonna mom. You’d sigh and call his name, evoking an immediate response of “what?” You cringing at the tone. Throughly to be clear you’re not cringing due to the toughness of his tone, but from the fact that you knew his response was going to catch a bit of lash back. You’d just take a breath and hand him a carrot and a peeler. He’d look at you with a brow raised before looking down at the carrot “am I suppose to freaking chop it or something?” He’d ask honestly unknowing that some people did in fact peel the top layer of a carrot off. You’d just snort a bit to his response you not thinking anything out of ordinary it. With a gentle shove of the shoulder you’d take the carrot back and demonstrate proper peeling procedures before handing it back “think you can handle that Mr tough guy? If not I got some heavy dishes in need setting up that have your name engraved right on ‘em” you’d tease. Your mothers eyes would watch the two of you more eased by the way he reacted to you, however her impression so far wasn’t the best. Once he’d finished peeling the carrots and had left the kitchen your mother would pull you aside and voice her concerns. “I know you love him Y/N but are you sure he’s good for you? I mean I can see what you see in him” she’d pause watching him as he set the table. There was no denying Jason was one gorgeous man, the honest to god total bad boy packag. Stunning body build, beautiful piercing blue eyes, and that irritatingly gorgeous dark hair with that one white pinstrip. God you couldn’t help but watch him as well. You could have spent the rest of the night just fantising about what you’d do for him later if your mother had not stopped you. “I’m just saying baby, think about it before you make any choices. You say he treats you well, and I can’t be one to disagree, I just don’t appreciate the foul mouth and the attitude. He clearly means a lot to you and you clearly mean a lot to him...maybe just try and smooth his edges out”

During dinner Jason would most likely take a seat next to you, however across from your father. At some point in your meal you’d ask “daddy could you pass me the salt?” Hey, you were still young and your father was one of the most important figures of your life. Your father would reach forward his hand overlapping onto Jason’s, confusion and anger splaying over his face. Jason had unintentionally without paying attention as well reached to hand you the salt, seeing as how sometimes you could be guilty of calling him by the same name during bedroom play. Your face would be bright red as you sink in your seat, Jay casually chewing the piece of meat in his mouth “oh wow, this is kinda awkward....Id love to give you an excuse for why I reached for the salt, but i got nada.....your daughter calls me daddy too.” He’d smirk.

There was no after dinner, your fathers top blew, you and Jason being kicked out of the house. Don’t worry, your father would leave Jason with fairwell parting gift, a good clip to the jaw....It’s safe to say your father does NOT approve of Jason and your mothers view point may be more skewed now. He’d look defeated and upset that he messed up tonight so badly but how could you stay mad at him. Your family could be difficult there was a reason you didn’t come around much yourself. You’d just press yourself into his torso planting soft kisses there “I’m proud that you at least gave it your best shot Jay, but i hope ya don’t have hopes of ever being called Daddy again after tonight.”

Tim:

You would have zero concerns about taking Tim home to meet your family. He was respectful, smart, and handsome, he was everything you look for in the boy you bring home to mom and dad. You were excited for your family to finally meet him, you’d only chewed your mothers ear off endlessly about the amazing boy you’ve been blessed with, you couldn’t wait to flaunt him off.

Tim however, would be a nervous wreck. He’d probably ask Bruce about a thousand times how he should act and what he should say. He didn’t want to blow this, you mean the world to him, he’d hate for you to leave him over a small screw up. He’d be so nervous he’d practice the phrase “Hi Mr and Mrs Y/L/N I’m Tim, it’s nice to meet you” about a thousand times. You’d notice his jitters and would let your palm slip innocently against his lap, softly petting his upper thigh. “Relax Tim, you’re over thinking it. We’re just grabbing dinner with my folks, just be the Tim Drake I fell in love with, he’s the best guy I know” you’d tell him. I’d do wonders for his nerves.

Before dinner Tim would be attentive and helpful in the kitchen, he’d start cooking right along side your mother as if he were part of the family. (Which you were glad he felt that way) Your mother would love how eager Tim was to learn her cooking methods, even if he was a terrible cook. It was an A for effort from her. Youd crack a grin and watch as he used the might of those finely toned muscles of his to mash the potatoes. He’d look so adorable in your mothers apron, his tongue greased our past his lips in the corner as he really focused on the task at hand. You’d give a smile while your mother wasn’t looking and dab a bit of potato on his nose kissing his cheek softly. Nobody but you and Tim has to know about that. She’d smile when he walked out of the room, she watching him take his time to set out the table out in the dining room. “You were right Y/N, when your right your right. I didn’t believe you when you said you’d found the perfect guy but I can’t argue with you! He’s a little cutie pie, you two are adorable together hunny. He must really love you to go through all this trouble tonight, you’re very lucky.” She was right, you watched him with practically heart shaped eyes. You were incredibly lucky.

Dinner would go fairly smooth. He’d do his best to help clean up after dinner, though he’d end up making bigger mess in the kitchen so your mother would banish him from her realm.

After dinner he’d sit with your father, though Tim being the shy guy he was didn’t really have much to say. He didn’t give a damn about sports, the only thing Tim could talk about that he and your dad had in common would be you. He’d clear his throat and rub his palms nervously on his pant legs he clearing his throat “S-sir....i know I’m not the hippest guy on the block and I get it if you’d rather your daughter date someone cooler than me...but I can promise you I’m never gonna do anything wrong by her. She means a lot to me and I’m sorry I don’t have much else to say, I don’t think other than Y/N we really have anything in common” he’d nervously laugh “but I can tell you that I love her and I promise every day I fight to be a better me so she can have best me possible.” He’d say eyes locking with your fathers.

Your father would take in a deep breath and look Tim over once or twice not saying a word, turning his attention back to the tv. He’d pass a beer over to Tim cracking it open. “You’re an okay kid” he’d say pounding back a good swing of that alcohol before slamming the can down on the table “but if you’re lying to me and you break my baby girls heart I’m gonna break your damn knee caps” Hey, if ya don’t make the threat are you really her father? All jokes aside your father would absolutely approve. He’d pull you aside after he’d shaken poor Tim’s ass and whisper into your ear “don’t tell him i want him to fear me a bit, but I approve sweetie, you picked a good guy.”

Survey #232

“i’ve never bought a suit before in my life, but when you go to meet god, you know you wanna look nice.”

Do you have trouble typing when the room is dark? No, I don't look at the keyboard. When’s the last time you had a headache? I had an abomination of a three-day-long headache before my cycle like a week or two back or something. How often do you take surveys? Not as much as I used to now that I actually have school, but occasionally. What did you last write on paper? I think some items to Mom's shopping list? Does anything on your body hurt? No. What do you currently hear? "Bullet" by Hollywood Undead. I can hear cars outside, as well as Bentley biting himself incessantly. Sounds gross. Do you have any goals you’re trying to fulfill? As for in the near future, hopefully - I'd pray if I believed in it by this point - start losing weight again. Grow more in my photography, 1.) because I want this so badly and 2.) there's no way I could handle the stress of school and a "real" job but we're in serious need of money right now. I'd really like to make progress with driving too, but I haven't been able to in months because a headlight in broken, the license plate or whatever is expired, and the car can't pass inspection, so Mom doesn't want me at the steering wheel and get pulled over for it. Being on the borderline poverty line is A BLAST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Do you ever do the dishes? I'mma be real, real honest here. Not really. Reason being we don't have a dishwasher and I am super queasy actually hand-cleaning dirty dishes, I get frustrated because I feel I don't clean them well enough (being a germaphobe is also fun), and my OCD goes absolutely insane trying to play Tetris with the drying rack thingy. All that being said, it's my least-favorite chore. At your house, does everyone eat together as a family? No. We started to drift apart when I was... maybe a pre-teen? When did you last have butterflies in your stomach? Sara decided she wanted to try making out and I was fucking terrified of going too far or scaring her. Are you independent or dependent? I'm embarrassingly dependent. Who last made you smile? My pup. How did you find Bzoink? Taking surveys for so long. What’s your dream job? If travel and heat weren't considered, a meerkat biologist. Do you brush your teeth twice every day? Just once. Do you have a pool? No. Are the streetlights on? We don't have streetlights on my road. When you wear a hoodie, do you pull the sleeves over your hands? Not unless I'm really cold. Do you trust anyone, besides yourself, fully? Sara. I would say Mom, but I'm entirely aware she's lied and made stories up about Dad. Do you believe the saying “once a cheater, always a cheater”? No. I've never really understood this. People change. Are you in any advanced classes at school? I bypassed the freshman English class, yeah. Well, is that considered "advanced?" I don't believe it's like an AP course or anything, but it's not a class I'm supposed to be taking as a freshman, so??? How often do you eat your favorite food? Every once in a while. Have you ever fallen asleep on public transport? (including planes) Probably. What was the last TV show you watched? Uhhhh I think it was all the way back when Colleen and I were still friends and we checked out The Good Doctor. Or it was either Parks and Recreation with Sara and her family or Avatar: The Last Airbender, also with Sara. Where was the last place you went on vacation/holiday to? Who’d you go with? The beach with Colleen, her husband, and their son. Well, does that count since it was only for a day? Does the place you work have music playing? What sort? I don't have a job. What’s your favorite type of donut? It varies between chocolate frosted, glazed, and plain. What do you usually eat for breakfast? If I even eat, it'll probably be like, a meal replacement shake or Pop-Tart. Can you touch your toes without bending your knees? Surprisingly. When was the last time you went out for dinner? Like at a sit-down restaurant? Hm. I think it was El Tapatio with my mom and Nicole maybe near two months ago. What was the last thing you said to someone else in person? Idr, something to Mom. Do you use Windows, Mac, Linux, or something else entirely? Windows. How many times do you call someone on the phone a week? Like zero, usually. Have you cooked anything today? What was it? No. Do you have a lot of cousins? What are their names? Yeah. I'm not sharing all their names on the Internet, and besides, I don't even know most. What does your shampoo smell like? I don’t know. What about the body wash or soap you’re using at the moment? I don't remember, even though I got out of the shower like an hour ago. Any movies you’ve seen recently that you’d recommend to me? No, I barely ever watch movies. Why did you last go see a doctor? The primary reason was for my night terrors. Do you know how to play Minesweeper? No. What was the last thing you bought online? A new heat lamp for my snake Venus. Where do you usually park your car? I don't have a car, but Mom parks in the driveway behind the house. Does your mail get delivered to your house or do you have to collect it? It's put in the mailbox on the other side of the road. Are you more logical or creative? Creative, I'd say. Do you cut tags out of clothing so they don’t itch and bother you? Usually. How many times a year do you go on vacation? Pretty much never. Can you curl your tongue or do anything else cool with it? I can curl it a little bit, but my snake eyes piercing prevents me from doing it all that well. What was the last job interview you went to? For a deli position at a Food Lion. Got the job, lasted not even two hours. :^) What embarrassing music do you listen to? I'm not really *embarrassed* of any I listen to. Just kinda surprising to admit to some people sometimes. What’s your biggest talent? Writing, I guess? What’s the best gift you ever received? My dog. What fear would you like to overcome? More than ANYTHING? Probably being judged in a negative way or being seen as "weird," and not in a good way. AvPD is a bitch and makes me less open about myself (mostly just irl, but yeah), which I REALLY don't like. Would you rather ride in a hot air balloon or hang-glide? Hm, hang-glide, maybe. I dunno. What habit would you like to break? Procrastinating, lately. Describe the most romantic moment you’ve ever had. I can think of a few, but here's the one that had the most biggest effect on me, I think. There was one time Jason and I were kissing, I told him I loved him, and he whispered, "I love you too, wife," before going back to kissing me. Remembering that still hurts, a lot. I know now us separating was for the better, I don't want someone who doesn't have faith in my strength, just the memories like those from the time I was convinced our love story was a fairy tale are very painful. Just typing it caused a discomfort in my stomach. What’s your worst personality trait? Laziness, probably. Or impulsiveness. Have you ever cheated on a test? No. What’s your favorite karaoke song? I don't sing karaoke. Do you know anyone with two different colored eyes? I don't believe so. What was the last thing you bought for someone else? Sara's anniversary present, which was a pillow that said something along the lines of, "Hug this pillow until you can hug me" or something. Do you like hot fudge sundaes? My fat ass can't even associate with you if you don't like HOT FUDGE SUNDAES????????????? Do you like to sleep a lot? It's funny, I tend to like naps during the day, yet I don't look forward to trying to go to sleep at night. It always takes longer, and there's also the possibility of just waking back up and struggling to fall back asleep for the rest of the night. Is there a garbage can in the room you’re currently in? No. Have you ever been in a class that you thought you were too smart for? I don't think so. Can you type without looking at the keyboard? Yeah. We had a mandatory typing course in middle school, so I learned it exceptionally well. Have you ever been snorkeling? No. Who was the last person you apologized to? Maybe Sara? Do you throw things when you’re frustrated? NO. I am very conscious of not expressing my anger with physical violence of any sort. How much do you get paid at your current job? N/A Are your friends mostly older than you or younger than you? I think younger. Would you ever get a pet tarantula? Nah. Do you want to dye your hair? Ugh, you have no idea. What’s your favorite zoo animal? Meerkats, duh. Is there anything in your room you’d be ashamed to show to your parents? I'm VERY self-conscious of my artwork, so I'd be mortified if my mom saw my drawings, even though there's nothing "wrong" with them. I'm just shy about 'em. Have you ever accused someone of cheating when they weren’t? Yeah, hence the end of that day-long relationship. Him cheating was a lie from his insane ex, but at the time, I just believed it, but it was absolutely for the better. He wasn't for me. I really shoulda just listened when my art teacher literally took me aside one day and warned me about him. Wha'd'ya know, he wound up on house arrest or something similar, and who the hell knows what he's done by now. When was the last time you played hide and seek? I played with my niece and nephew some months ago. Don’t you hate when people stare at you? Fuckin' yes. I'm too self-conscious for that shit. Have you ever accidentally caught yourself on fire? Well thank god no. Are you Jewish? No. Does anyone copy the things you do? No. Is your dad still alive? Yes, yay. Have you done anything lately that you instantly felt was a mistake? Possibly. What melts your heart/makes your knees weak? Watching Mark with kids causes me severe physical pain. What would you consider unforgivable? Rape. What are your views on spontaneous human combustion? Freaky. Parasite Eve first made me think "oh shit what if this could actually happen," and I've also watched a Shane Dawson video about it, and the idea of it possibly being a real thing is absolutely terrifying. How many dryer sheets do you put in an average load of laundry? I think Mom uses one or two? I dunno. Have you ever felt trapped in a relationship? No. What is your favorite frozen treat? Ice cream. Do you have a sexual fantasy? ...What is it? There's probably something I could think up. Maybe like bang on a church pew or something lmao idk. Who was the last person to insult you? I'm not sure. What color is your brush/comb/whatever? White. Is it wicked hard for you to sleep when its hot in your room? It is almost entirely impossible. Have you ever purposely given someone wrong directions? No, but then again, it's not like I even give them. I have a horrible sense of direction and don't know street names, highway numbers and locations... What is your favorite thing to do with your best friend? I'm not sure. Everything is fun with her. Are you easily offended? It depends. In most contexts, no. Have you ever acted as tour guide for friends/relatives from out of town? Not really. If you were an anime character, would you be a yandere or a tsundere? HAHAHA I AM PAINFULLY A YANDERE. If you have glasses, do you get days when you don’t feel like wearing them? No, because I like to see. Have you ever played bingo at an actual bingo hall? No. Ha ha, this reminds me tho, I can't recall if he did it once or just WANTED to, but my brother may have gone into one, yelled "BINGO," and immediately left. Did your parents ever collect any magazines they didn’t want you to read? Uhhhh no. I'm quiiiiite sure neither of my parents had those. Have you ever pledged money to a Kickstarter and it reached its goal? No. I probably would if I had excess money and really believed in it, though. Is there a color combination that holds a significance to you? Because Jason's favorite thing in the world was the Joker, seeing purple and bright green together is one I just prefer not to see. I wouldn't call it a PTSD trigger, like I don't freak out about it, it's just like an "ugh ew" sorta thing. If you use Facebook, do you ever look at the Memories page? No. I cringe 90% of the time when they pop up. Do you have a drawer where you just throw some random stuff? No. Have you ever had to provide an alibi for something? No. What’s the funniest shirt that you own? I have a Batman one I'm trying to shrink back into that says something like "I wish I was Batman but I'm poor and hate fighting" & I love it. What is something you absolutely refuse to pay for? Idk off the top of my head. Has a stray/runaway cat or a dog ever followed you home? Cats, I think? If so, what did you do with it? Fed it with the other cats, and I'd assume Mom would've called the owner's number if given. If you could grow a beard or a mustache, would you? I'm a cisgender female so like... Is there a stranger you expect to see every day? No. What is something you take pride in? I'm proud of just how deeply and genuinely I care about people. And my writing and photography, mostly. What does the nicest dish set you own look like? All our dishes are literally the same, and they're ancient. I think they were my grandma's but given to Mom. Pattern's worn and everything. They're ceramic with a floral design. Why did you stop working at the last place you were employed? I absolutely cannot be in a position of responsibility or customer service, and the environment was way too busy. What would you do if you found out your ex was pregnant/fathered a child? I... don't know how I would react? Picturing it, I first feel like I'd be so happy for him, but I KNOW my PTSD would act up at some point shortly after and I would probably end up in a bawling ball (lol "bowling ball" that wasn't intended sorry) because "that was supposed to be me," but then I'd be fine again after I got all that emotion out. Who was the last person to smoke a cigarette in front of you? Someone at school. You can smoke outside, and it's the one thing I don't like about my college. Are you very close to your siblings? Not nearly as close as I wish we were. How often do you watch the news? Never. Do you have a dishwasher? No. What is the worst lie you’ve ever told? I don't like talking about it. Well, it wasn't a lie, but I stretched the truth because anxiety's a goddamn asshole. Where is the last place you drove to? I drove to, probably home. What is your favorite Disney movie? The Lion King. I may even like the live-action remake more, but I can't say with certainty. Do you have a fan in your room? Yeah. What color is your lampshade? I don't have a lamp. Do you like to wear belts? Not anymore. What is the most expensive electronic in your room? This laptop. Only a year old and yet it's so abused with how much it's used. Are you involved with any charity work? I wish I was in the position where I could, anyway. Do you celebrate St. Patrick’s Day? No. Have you ever hatched an egg? OKAY SO! I remember in elementary school, maybe like 1st grade or something, we incubated a chicken egg and hatched it. I can't remember where it went. Do you chew gum on a daily basis? No, I rarely do. What brand shampoo do you use? Suave. When is the last time you went to an amusement park? Years ago shortly before the breakup with Jason and Dillon. Or Dustin. Whatever his name was. Do you have a garden shed in your backyard? Nope. Are you obsessed with anything? Y'all know I don't know how to love in moderation, not even remotely. Do you prefer non-diet or diet soda? I hate diet, and the artificial sweetener also gives me serious headaches. Who was the last person you hugged? My mom, maybe? What did you do when you found out Michael Jackson died? We were swimming in the pool while Mom or Dad was grilling, idr. What’s your best friend’s favorite band? Pink Floyd, Evanescence, and Within Temptation. What’s your favorite kind of beer? Never tried it, don't want to. How do you get songs out of your head? Binge it 'til I'm tired of it lmao. Have you seen all the High School Musicals? I've only seen the first two. Do you dress appropriately for your age? I don't know? Probably not? Do "normal" 23-year-olds wear graphic tees? What’s your favorite word? "Serendipity." What’s the worst sickness you’ve ever had? A serious stomach virus that made me puke all the food I'd eaten since birth. Do you take compliments well? Of course I appreciate them, but I get shy. Are excessive piercings sexy or trashy? Well they're definitely not "trashy," but SERIOUSLY excessive ones, I don't usually find attractive. But it really depends on the person, the size, and where. What do you put on toast? Cinnamon, sugar, and butter. The Southern cinnamon toast. Have you ever watched Fear Factor? I LOVED it when I was younger, and I still enjoy it if I happen to see it. Joe Rogan was one of my earliest crushes, too. How many songs do you have on iTunes? Over 1k. What song reminds you of summer? MAN I remember as a kid, back when I liked country, my sisters and I loved "When The Sun Goes Down" by Kenny Chesney. Big summer vibes. Has a bird ever flown into your window? OH WOW I don't think so, but I do remember one flew into the car's grill when I was very young and going on a trip. Safe to say it died.

tagged by @chinsjin

RULES: Answer these 85 statements about yourself, then tag 20 people

1. drink - 7up because im desperate for anything thats not water :((

2. phone call - my mom

3. text message - my mom/an IG dm to someone ive been talking with for months but I don’t know anything about them??

4. song you listened to - stigma. it was emo hours with my dog.

5. time you cried - this morning because namjoon was being really cute and I’m really emotioal rn so the tears just came

6. dated someone twice? - i could never cheat on my preschool boyfriend who i haven’t seen in ten years!!

7. kissed someone and regretted it - all of em!

8. been cheated on - not possible.

9. lost someone special - yep

10. been depressed - been?? i still aM

11. gotten drunk and thrown up - both at seperate occasions but not at the same time.

fave colours

12. i really like pink. Or??? cherry red??  

13. Golden hour yellow

14. cold colours

in the last year have you…

15. made new friends - yee

16. fallen out of love - friend love. yea

17. laughed until you cried - i hope so??

18. found out someone was talking about you - yep and it was terrifying and I’m still kinda scared because of it!! 

19. met someone who changed you - yes

20. found out who your friends are - idk? I think so but summer is testing me.

21. kissed someone on your facebook friends list - nope

general

22. how many of your facebook friends do you know irl - i don’t wanna log into facebook to check

23. do you have any pets - a doggy named rolo

24. do you want to change your name - yea I wanna changed my legal name really badly.

25. what did you do for your last birthday - stayed at home. I was supposed to celebrate with my dad but I fell asleep and he had to leave so I ate my cake alone at night!

26. what time did you wake up today - 12 pm

27. what were you doing at midnight last night - reading?? or scrolling through social media

28. what is something you can’t wait for - get a hecking boyfriend and maybe become emotionally stable in an apartment with a big bedroom and balcony.

30. what are you listening to right now - the kids screaming outside my house again

31. have you ever talked to a person named tom - A guy named tommy but that’s all

32. something that gets on your nerves - when people point out my acne like I haven’t already looked in a mirror.

33. most visited website - tumblr, youtube, netflix, ao3

34. hair colour - brown even though I dyed it black.

35. long or short hair - short but i’m trying to grow out the sides. Never gonna grow it long though

36. do you have a crush on someone - never.

37. what do you like about yourself - hands and eyes.

38. want any piercings? - Don’t have any :(( I want them but I’m scared.

39. blood type - A+

40. nicknames - deanio, den, little piggy, D-D

41. relationship status - married platonically 

42. zodiac - taurus

43. pronouns - he/him

44. fave tv shows - the office and brooklyn 99. bones maybe... bobs burgers?

45. tattoos - none. Want them though

46. right or left handed - right

47. ever had surgery - nah

48. piercings - none

49. sport - disgusting

50. vacation - going to victoria tomorrow. I wanna go to hong kong.

51. trainers - ???

51. favourite pair of shoes - my old school vans

more general

52. eating - a chore.

53. drinking - soda

54. i’m about to watch - bob’s burgers

55. waiting for - my mom to come upstairs so I can get adobe AE

56. want - money. cuddles.

57. get married - I can’t imagine anyone wanting to marry me so probably not. Idek if I want to.

58. career - something in liberal arts? or I’ll own a flower shop.

which is better

59. hugs or kisses - both please

60. lips or eyes - both

61. shorter or taller - taller

62. older or younger - same age?

63. nice arms or stomach - arms. don’t really care about either tho?

64. hookup or relationship - relationship

65. troublemaker or hesitant - tiny bit of a trouble maker

have you ever

66. kissed a stranger - no

67. drank hard liquor - i had one (1) sip of vodka

68. lost glasses - yep

69. turned someone down - ye

70. sex on first date - i am fourteen.

71. broken someone’s heart - i don’t know

72. had your heart broken - no

73. been arrested - they’ll never catch me

74. cried when someone died - yes

75. fallen for a friend - no.

do you believe in

76. yourself - no

77. miracles - only when desperate

78. love at first sight - maybe

79. santa claus - nah

80. kiss on a first date - depends on the person

81. angels - eh??

other

82. best friend’s name - margarine, nattyBraps, jenniferk.

83. eye colour - brown

84. fave movies - mulan!

85. fave actor - Don’t have one ??

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Looking Forward and Looking Back

You’re Not Alone - Chapter 8

Pairing: Dean x reader

Warnings: Dean dies/

Word count: 1,958

Summary: You recall the painful events of the day Dean passed, just before receiving a surprise visitor.

A/N: I’m actually massively proud of this chapter, this is the beginning of what I have always forseen for this character and her story. Now that we’re past Dean’s time in Hell we can move on with their relationship and get out a lot more things. I wish I was farther ahead, and if I could just tell you the whole story now... I truly believe it could be a success, let’s all keep our fingers crossed, and please SHARE THIS if you like it. The story of this character is what got me into writing spn fanfic in the first place, its what got me on this site. If that means anything to any of you, do me this favor and share it. I love you all, thanks for reading!

Beta credit goes to @amanda-teaches with love! Thank you!!!!!!!

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It wasn’t until you lost Dean that you recognized how lonely life could be.

You’d been on the road for years, after losing your parents and your brother, but life never felt so empty until the moment you lost Dean.

After the fact, you and Sam went your separate ways. Sam, bent on revenge, full of anger and regret, while you could hardly look at the man without remembering what you lost, without feeling hopeless.

You had nothing to look for any longer. Before, when you ran, you were a child, if someone found you, there could be circumstances, you could be placed in a foster home, things could have been harder, but, now, you were an adult, with nothing to run to.

You didn’t wanna sit still, but without Dean, that was your only plan. You knew that you couldn’t keep hunting, you still hardly knew how to fight, how to use a gun. You felt insecure and uncertain. You were afraid and without the man you had come to love, life had dealt you with this hand yet again.

You could still hear him. Hear his laugh, see his smile, hear his voice, calm and collected as he consoled you… but that was all drowned out, followed by the immediate sound of his screams.

You and Sam slammed the doors shut, you turned around to Dean, who was backing away. He was okay with it, but he wasn’t. Ruby held the door as you poured the dust at the edge of the door before dropping the bag and running back to Dean.

Adrenaline was rushing through you as your fingers tightened in the front of Dean’s shirt. His green eyes wide, you wouldn’t accept what was happening, you couldn’t. Dean, you had to save him. You didn’t care how.

You could vaguely hear Sam and Ruby in the background as you focused on Dean, who was pouring the goofer dust on the window sills. When he turned around, you noticed Sam was handing Ruby the knife, just in time to hear Dean yell.

“Wait!”

Sam turned to his brother, and you looked up at Dean.

“Do you wanna die?” Ruby demanded.

“Sam, that’s not Ruby, that’s not Ruby!” Dean declare. Suddenly, you watched Sam get thrown back against the wall.

In an instant, Dean was out of your grip, shoved against the tabletop behind you, and you were pushed to the ground, shaking as you turned…

“Lilith,” you seethed, pure rage leaking in your words.

“How long have you been in her?” you asked.

“Not long,” Lilith said, “but I like it, it’s all grown up and pretty.”

“And, where’s Ruby?” Sam asked.

“She was a very bad girl, so I sent her far, far away.”

“You know I should have seen it before,” Dean said, “but you all look alike to me.”

Lilith turned to Sam, who was glaring at the demon with hatred.

“Hello, Sam,” she said. “I’ve wanted to meet you for a very long time.”

You watched with disgust as she grabbed Sam by the jaw and pressed her lips to his, you could imagine Dean had the same reaction as yourself.

The two exchanged words that you couldn’t hear, a little curious but also sort of relieved you couldn’t hear them.

“So, is this your plan, huh?” Dean asked. “Drag me to hell, kill Sam and Y/N, become queen bitch?”

Lilith turned to Dean with disdain.

“I don’t have to answer to puppy chow,” she responded, stepping towards the door.

You felt a sudden rush of urgency, struggling to break from the hold that Lilith had you in, you had to move, you had to stop it you… you… you had to.

“Sic ‘em boy,” Lilith sang, opening the door.

You heard a low growl, followed by barking as you and Sam looked at Dean. You struggled to reach him as quickly as possible, but inevitably lost the race as your ears were pierced with the sound of Dean’s screams.

Dean was yanked from the table, falling on the floor beside you with a smack. You watched in horror as the invisible mutts tore his skin, ripping his flesh away as blood spilled, almost as if someone had dropped a pitcher of kool-aid.

Everything was fuzzy, you were shaking as you watched Dean, your arm extended as far as it could possibly reach.

“Dean!” you cried, trying to reach him, desperate to soothe the man who had done it for you so much.

“God, please no!” you yelled, but you could hardly hear yourself over Dean’s yells of agony, watching the hounds rip him apart as though they were using your heart as a chew toy.

Somehow you managed to break from the hold that had you pressed against the floor, and you scrambled towards Dean as a white light flashed behind you. You hardly took notice of anything other than Dean, gripping the man’s shoulders gently, pulling him into your lap, and softly cooing to him, promising him it would be okay, reminding him that you loved him.

He screamed and yelled in your ears, a sound you knew you would never forget.

The worst part though, was the silence that followed.

Tears streamed from your eyes as you held Dean close to you, trying your hardest to give him as much love and comfort as you could muster in his last moments.

When his screams died down and his eyes glossed over, that was when you flat out broke.

Dean’s green eyes, which usually shown with mischief, were now cold and empty.

You felt like you couldn’t breathe, you shook as you pushed yourself backwards, curling up and biting your knuckle as you felt your tears pour down your cheeks.

You watched, your eyes blurring from tears as you saw Sam approach his brother, his reaction virtually the same. Neither of you could bear this, could bear losing Dean, and yet…

That’s exactly what you had to do now.

It was the memory that you went to bed with, the memory that you woke up with, the nightmare you had each night and the trauma you struggled through each day.

Losing Dean had been more than losing a loved one, or a friend. Losing Dean was losing your family, losing what you had struggled to find. Losing that sense of belonging, losing that love and protection that you found in the Winchesters.

It was now, as you were sitting in the small living room of your apartment, eating cold scrambled eggs and watching the news, that you considered all of this.

Since the moment it had happened, you’d felt lost and afraid. You’d lost the one person you had gone through so much to find. You separated from Sam and went off on your own. After a few weeks of begging, you managed to find a job, someone who took mercy on you. You somehow tricked the bank into giving you a loan for an apartment, you even bought some new clothes, clothes more appropriate for everyday life.

Once that happened and was settled, you found yourself living a semi normal life, something you had never really had in the past.

You knew one thing for sure, you would never go back to that life.

You weren’t sure what Dean would say to that, but at this point it didn’t really matter. He was gone. Without him you wouldn’t last a day as a hunter, you weren’t experienced enough, you knew you’d never make it, no matter how badly you wanted to.

You watched the news, hardly paying close attention as you tuned out. They were saying something about a homeless shelter, or something like that perhaps. You weren’t sure.

You had the day off work and nothing to do. The woman who trained you at work, June, wanted to take you out, she was so friendly, and you believed the two of you could be good friends, but it was hard for you to allow anyone to do anything with you.

You tried to enjoy life, but it was hard with the haunting sound of Dean’s screams echoing in your ears.

You closed your eyes as you heard them again, knowing they would remain stuck in your head for life. You had to move on, had to let go somehow.

But that would unfortunately take time.

You took a deep breath as you turned off the television and pressed the on button on your stereo.

Sam had given you Dean’s music, and you played it in honor of him. Part of you thought that wasn’t helping you much, as, on occasion, you could sit back, play an old song and hear Dean singing along, feel the wind blowing through the windows as you sat in the backseat of Baby, laughing at the brothers Winchester as you all enjoyed your ride to the next hunt.

If you just closed your eyes and listened to the music, you could convince yourself, you could believe that everything was okay and all that nightmare stuff was just that, a bad dream.

But reality ruined it once your eyes opened and you found yourself back in your apartment.

You took a deep breath as you stood from your seat on the ragged old couch, deciding you could use some groceries. It would be good for you to get out. Usually on your days off, you sat in bed and cried, but you were in better spirits today.

You could hear Dean, echoing in the background of your mind yet again, but you shut it out as you went to get ready to go out.

It took all of thirty minutes for you to shower and dry off, changing into a grayish blue sundress that reached just above your knees.

You slipped into a pair of sandals and grabbed your baseball cap, sliding your ponytail through the hole in the back before removing the hair band.

Once you deemed yourself ready to go, you grabbed your wallet and car keys. The crappy car that you’d purchased after your first month of working was special to you, it proved to you that things could get better.

As you twirled the key on your finger, you headed for the door before hearing a soft knock.

You paused instantly, your defenses going up.

No one, literally no one, ever comes up here, no one visits your door. It was surely a mistake, but you had no idea why you felt your heartbeat pick up.

Out of instinct, you grabbed the silver knife you kept in the drawer of the table beside the door. Stepping towards the door, you leaned against it, calling out.

“Who’s there?”

“Y/N!” you heard a familiar voice speak. “It’s me… it’s, it’s Sam Win-”

You swung the door open and saw his eyes widen as he finished his sentence.

“-chester…”

“Sam!?” you spoke, confusion riddled on your features as you looked at the man, who looked a little embarrassed.

“What’s going on, what are you doing here?” you demanded. “Is everything alright?”

You heard a creak, seeing something behind Sam. You didn’t get a good look at it, but you lunged out of instinct. Why would something or someone be hiding behind Sam unless they weren’t supposed to be there?

You slammed the body against the wall opposite your door, the silver knife going up as you pressed it against the throat of your soon to be victim. It was then that you saw his face, registered his green eyes, that stupid grin, and that soft, deep voice...

You shook with emotion as you dropped your knife, stepping backwards as you were taken aback, complete shock evident on your features.

“Dean?”...

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39, 37, 34, 32, 24, 22, 19, 9 I know it's a lot, answer however much you'd like but I'm quite curious♡

39. If your partner was going to send you a video of themselves, what could they do to make it turn you on the most?Look I know this probably sounds like a big cop-out, but just seeing them enjoying themselves and feelin themselves would be literally the hottest thing ever?? Like knowing that they’re doing what they’re doing because they want to do it and it makes em feel good? Thats that shit

37. Do you enjoy it when your partner has piercings and/or tattoos? Are there any particular body parts where you like your partner to have them?Yes I do! It’s by no means a deal-breaker or anything, but I think tats and piercings are cool

34. What are your favourite pet names/dirty names to call and be called during sex?My ex HATED talking at ALL during sex so I’m super hella novice at this shit?? I loved it when she would say my name tho omfg that was v hot. I think I could probably see myself enjoying using some degrading dirty talk (sl*t, wh*re, etc.) if it was with the RIGHT PERSON and that was something they enjoyed. But I’d also rly like to call someone a good girl like, right now 🙈

32. If you could dress/style someone to be as attractive to you as possible, what would they look like?Oh god I don’t know?? I don’t really have a “type” as far as fashion sense goes?? Whatever they feel comfortable and beautiful in is gonna have the maximum chance of catching my eye! (also my other answer is: naked)

24. Do you like being restrianed? Do you like restraining your parter?I’ve never been restrained before so I honestly couldn’t answer you there. I rly rly like restraining my partner, but I’ve only ever done hella basic stuff like tying my partners wrists to the bed. Would love to learn some rope play with a future partner someday tho :)

22. Are you vocal during sex?Not really? Like I said my partner didn’t really like a lot of talking during the deed, but I’m a bit of a moaner and groaner tbh 🙈

19. Folks with a dick - does your cum shoot out far, or dribble out? What’s its colour and consistency?Oh my god dude my dick tends to shoot so far and powerful it must be so awful for anyone who’s ever had the displeasure of sucking my dick I’m so sorry! Colour and consistency are?? Normal?? I think??

9. What’s your darkest fantasy?Oh godd I really don’t wanna answer this cos I feel like it can be misconstrued SO badly... but within a VERY CONSENSUAL CONTEXT and WITH APPROPRIATE SAFE-WORDS and OTHER RULES IN PLAY (((i would love to indulge in some rape play/consensual non-consent that gets verry rough omg don’t look at me)))