The Talk (page 2)

Doodler AU post || start || next ||

Happy Lunar New Year!! Sorry about the repost, I got totally voided from the tags lol

This comic takes place shortly after the Doodler’s homunculus body was made. Lark and Sparrow try to figure out how they feel about the situation.

Dialogue under the cut!

Sparrow: Mae can barely keep track of the whole dungeon on her own and you want to add a magic child to her list?

Sparrow: The Doodler is our fault. It’s from our family, it’s our responsibility to take care of it.

Sparrow: (Plus you know Normal would be heartbroken if we got rid of them.)

Lark: Fine! What’s your grand idea then?

Sparrow: Uhhh… we could ask it what it wants to do…?

Lark: You’re kidding.

Sparrow: Seriously!! I mean it kind of worked last time?

Sparrow: Uhm, the… Doodler? Why do you want to look like… that? What are you trying to do here?

Doodle: [redacted]

Sparrow: Okay, I didn’t get that at all.

wonder if it's occurred to all the motherfuckers that read my blog that even if they have amnesia about How Wayward Was Made, and Refuse To Believe Current Events Are Happening, that I was the origin of blacklisttaw, and basically the number one event monitor, lead line and legal binder collaborator and it's genuinely funny that people even from that alone don't think anyone of anyone actually reads this blog or somehow engages another method that is beyond tumblr.

Like jesus christ guys just that alone. Yeah I'm saying this shit right in front of all their faces all the time and even see them on the statcounter and a certain motherfucker in central california that NEEDS TO STOP USING MICROSOFT EDGE

but that aside, like. you realize. an author followed my youtube literally like. 4-5 years ago right. And others started sharing my mythic meta starting S14 to pile in atop the actor views from the old shit? Oh wait, you're just going to flat ass deny all that shit like wayward.

Like you realize they 100% know what I say and I'm 100% fucking okay with that even if they don't say anything (or at least very rarely do, there's been a few exceptions even on main). That includes Jared knowing exactly what I think of his politics or whatever else.

It also means idiots like Pat are immortalizing themselves like this to just about every motherfucker part of making the old show

good job

you'll fucking deny that too but whatever. I don't like Mark P on my blog either but goddamn even he shows up to make sure I didn't finally blow his career up this month with blackmail and trust me that's the bottom of the barrel bullshit that streams through. Just waiting for you to just. wrap your grey matter around it. like yeah i blackmailed the FUCK out of Mark P and William Shatner why the fuck do you think they stayed out of blacklisttaw and even shut down TAW stans using MP's tags while they and taw were begging and tagging them for support from historykJDFSDJF rip i'm fuckin mark pellegrino b gon these days. shows up preaching capitalist jesus and I clear my throat behind my new icon and he fucking yeets lmfao

Definitional difference between actual Influencers in name and action, and bigassed wannabe tryhards like pat over there

pat's accomplishments are 7 years of being aggressively wrong about literally everything that wasn't some vague fortune cookie take of his on tumblr and looking like an idiot to an entire crew he never perceives watching and will refuse to believe because that would be SUPER embarrassing.

can't figure out why I rando tag shit like talking to meg fitz about lost world whether or not she answers that given day like. you realize these are real people that grew up with real interests and inspirations and stuff they loved watching right like you guys get this right. If I told you to ask her about Cassie or the Bee she would spurge for hours to you and enjoy every minute but these fandom climbing sons of bitches would never appreciate it, they don't find it convenient, they don't show real interest, and then they don't know why nobody worth a fuck talks to them.

Ask them how their colleagues are doing, not what they're doing. Let her rant about what a genius bobo is and fanperson along with her and treat them like fucking people not faucets you goddamn douchecanoe.

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Danny Phantom
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Danny Fenton & Wesley Weston
Characters: Danny Fenton, Wesley Weston, Jazz Fenton, Maddie Fenton
Additional Tags: Walker is mentioned repeatedly, Phantom Family AU, Revelations, being a lil shit is genetic apparently, Danny swears in stars and constellations and space stuff, Wes swears with cuss words
Summary: Prompt from Tumblr: I wish you would write a fic about Danny being a little shit to Vlad by revealing him to Wes.
Wes comes over and nearly gets Danny’s half life ended, which leads to further family revelations that leave Danny’s head spinning.

Danny Fenton was having a weird and not particularly pleasant week. His Dad had finally encountered the Box Ghost, who took one look at him and glitched out like a Bethesda character before apparently regaining his memories. Apparently, the Box Ghost was Jason Fenton, older brother of Jack Fenton. The Box Ghost was Danny’s Uncle. That was weird as fuck to discover, especially when he implied that Box Lunch would be a person he’d have to deal with soonish. He was going to have a cousin. His already living cousin, Wes, had decided later that week to ruin Danny’s life by asking him right in front of Jazz and Mom if he still had that giant green dog thing he’d crashed a game with. Danny dragged him up to the third floor of Fentonworks, shoved him into his room, and learned very quickly that Wes had figured out that he was Phantom the moment he focused on him. “Orion, man, you can’t just imply I’m a ghost in front of Mom or Dad!” “Why not?” Wes stared at him like he’d grown a second head - he hadn’t, he knew the sensation - and Danny took a moment to redirect the energy surging to his eyes over his skin and outward. It blanketed the room in a wave and left what Tucker had described as the feeling of touching an old tv and feeling static on your fingers all over the place. Wes rubbed his arm and raised a brow at him. “Wes, tell me what Jack Fenton is going to think if you tell him ‘hey that ghost kid you shoot at all the time is your kid’? Actually, no, how the fuck did you even figure it out?” “You look like you put on your suit and then someone turned on the color inversion filter on their camera. Blue skin, white hair, black and white suit.” Wes paused and poked Danny’s cheek, looking him in the eye. “Your eyes should be orange instead of green though if that were the whole case. How’d this happen? Last time I talked to you, you n Tucker were talking about building a motorcycle that could fly.” “The hoverbike has sorta been put on hold, I’ll admit,” Danny grumbled, digging the heels of his palms into his eyes. He pulled his hands away from his face and Wes was still there, tall and stupid and overly observant. “If I tell you what happened, do you promise not to out me to my parents?” “I-should I treat this like you’re in the closet?” Wes snorted at the idea. “Closeted dead guy. Alright, I can get that. But uh, if you’re dead, why are you still…” he wiggled his hand and then gestured at Danny’s room. “In a house with ghost hunters?” “Well, to start with, I’m not actually dead. Not entirely, anyway.” Danny sat down on his bed and Wes followed, and after taking a moment to triple check that Vlad’s bugs weren’t in his room with another wave of energy, Danny told Wes the story of the Accident. It was a short story, but he was slow about it. He’d never really discussed it with anyone, Sam and Tucker just sort of knew better than to bring it up and Jazz probably thought he’d tell her himself in his own time. By the time he finished, Wes looked almost as uncomfortable with the situation as Danny felt. “You know, not to sound like a cheesy 90’s cartoon character but this is why you shouldn’t give in to peer pressure.” Danny snorted and laughed at that, and Wes grinned even when Danny elbowed him. “Ok, so I’m putting together that you did a bunch of dumb shit and found yourself decided to be a superhero. What the fuck was up with the dog, or the mayor getting kidnapped? Your eyes were fuckin red when you stole a bunch of shit that one time too.” “Ok in order of what all happened: Axiom labs euthanized their guard dogs and one of them came looking for his squeaky toy but forgot where it was and no matter how many times I shoved Cujo back into the portal-” “ Cujo ?” Wes snorted and ruffled Danny’s hair. “Have you been reading the stuff Sam gives you or did your emo phase just never really end? You have the emo bangs.” “I do not!” Danny huffed, running a hand through his curly hair that, well, Wes couldn’t really ruin a mess, could he? “You’re the one with actual bangs, sasquatch hunter.” “Acknowledging that Big Foot is real doesn’t mean I’m gonna go and shoot it.” Wes crossed his arms and rested them on Danny’s head. “By the way, any idea when that growth spurt is due?” “Bold words for someone with his shins within targeting range.” “I can and will put you in a headlock Astroboy.” “I can slam dunk you through a hoop like your precious balls.” Wes said nothing to this and simply leaned more onto Danny’s head. “If I snap my neck because of you I’m suing. Anyway no matter how often I yeeted Cujo back into the Ghost Zone-” “I beg of you to call it something cooler. Call it the afterlife even, just. Please.” “He just kept digging his way out. So, I looked at his tag, saw that he came from Axiom, and we ended up in there, while getting shot at by the Red Huntress-” “Valerie, right?” “H-” “She appeared as the Huntress literally the same time the dog shit was happening, and I am getting increasingly worried that no one has noticed that she sounds the same in her Red Huntress suit as she does in the Nasty Burger mascot suit.” Wes dropped his arms to Danny’s shoulder, but still rested his chin in his hair, humming loudly. Danny slid into that spot between and snorted when Wes fell onto the bed. “I can’t tell you how pissed she was that I outed her to her dad about being the Huntress so that she wouldn’t get herself killed fighting Pariah Dark. Pretty sure if you tell her or anyone else about that, she’ll shoot you.” “I mean, it’d probably get her swarmed by so much hostility she stops shooting at you, so that’d be a plus. I’d just come back and bug you anyway.” “You’re a jerk, but I guess you’re alright.” Danny flopped back. “The mayor thing was a ghost, this douche bag prison warden named Walker in the GZ who decided that since I broke out of his prison I owe him over a thousand years and he’d make my home a prison instead.” Wes stared at him, clasped his hands flat against each other, and took a deep breath. “There are so many things wrong in that sentence. Why were you in ghost prison?” “I did ghost crimes.” Wes looked and sounded like he was in some deal of pain, and Danny couldn’t help but grin. “Dad’s anniversary present for Mom fell through the portal while I was cleaning up by shooting things into their proper place,” he covered Wes’ mouth as he opened it, “and so I flew in after it, but it was a ‘real world item’ as though the Ghost Zone is fake somehow, and that was ‘Against The Rules’ according to Walker.” Danny rolled his eyes. “I got the present out and back to Dad but I had to like, get to him at your mom’s place.” “Did you fly all the way from Minnesota to Arkansas for a present?” “Arcturus, no, not with my powers.” Danny laughed, laying back on his bed. “That’d take me like, 8 hours at top speed. No, I used the Speeder.” “Have you modified it to get into space?” “Not yet.” “Do you have permission to mod it for space travel?” “Do I have permission to be dead?” “Touche.” “Anyway, Walker is stronger than me, even when possessing a human, so when all eyes and cameras were on me he possessed the mayor and dragged me back inside to make it look like I was dragging him in. Whole invasion was his idea.” “Danny?” “And then with the robberies when my eyes were red, did you know about Circus Gothica? Cause me and some other ghosts were under the control of the ring master of the circus, Freakshow, who had this freakin crystal ball thing that could control ghosts attached to his staff. It shattered after a very long fall, thank Astrea.” “That’s really fucked up. You’ve had a fucked up life.” “Yeah.” Danny shrugged. “I guess I have.” “Know what’s more fucked up about this?” Wes had a too big grin on his face and Danny narrowed his eyes. “Do you remember my mom’s last name?” “Wal..ker… no. ” The two of them were thundering down the stairs in seconds, Danny half shouting in the livingroom. “ Mom was your dad, by chance, a law enforcement officer, or jail warden or something?” Mom looked up at him from the staff she was tinkering with on the table - note to self, sterilize the table before dinner - and blinked at him a couple of times before smiling and nodding. “Why yes, he did. Warden James Lamont Walker ran the Spittoon prison when he was alive. He was a good man, if a bit strict.  To my and Alicia’s fury and grief he was murdered during a prison break.” Mom stared off in the distance, the air around her curling with a dark cold that Danny was sure only he could see. Then she softened up a bit and smiled softly at them. “Why?” “No reason, auntie, I was just curious about something and Danny thought we should ask you.” Wes played with the hem of his shirt while maintaining eye contact and Danny wondered if he had a tell for awkwardness like that. Then he realized he was rubbing the back of his neck. “Do you have any pictures of him?” “Oh, yes! They’re in the shed! My boxes are actually labelled.” “Uh oh, careful, Dad might hear of organization and come to tear it up,” Danny said with a laugh, half dragging Wes out the back door. When they were out of his mom’s considerable ear shot, Danny said softly, but with feeling, “Fuck.” “Got locked up by grandpa, huh? That’s like, the worst way to get grounded ever .” Wes snickered and watched Danny run-walk up to the shed, hand glowing so softly you could only see it by staring directly at it as he turned the knob. “There are odds, slim ones, that this is a whole different Walker. It might even be his first name.” “Who the hell names their kid Walker?” “Walter, Wayne and Wesley Weston.” “Alright then.” For a few minutes the two of them searched through the mess known as the Fenton Family Shed for a box with a label neither had thought to ask for. Eventually, they found one labeled Scrapbooks and carefully eased it out of the mess of it all. “Y’knonw, Danny,” Wes said as they opened the box and started flipping through scrapbooks with just enough care not to damage them. “I’m feelin kinda good about investigating a ghost with you. Is this how it is with you n your boyfriend and best friend?” Danny almost tore a page out, turning to stare at Wes. He must’ve felt the temperature drop for a second because he looked up with a raised brow. “What?” “Boyfriend?” “Tucker. Tucker Foley.” Danny’s jaw dropped and Wes’ confusion morphed into a shit eating grin. “You know, Tucker spends most of his time with you Foley? The one you build shit with all the time? The nerd that you get sick in sync with? I’ve seen you lose a pencil and then he puts one behind your ear while you look for the one you lost. You made him a custom gaming computer disguised as a console.” Danny’s face burned red as a tomato at this point and he shoved Wes. “Shut up I’m not dating Tucker!” “I have to ask Jazz about this now, you’re killing me.” Wes snorted and flipped a page. He blinked down at the scrapbook and pointed at a picture. “James Walker. This look anything like him?” Danny took the book and looked at the picture. Looked at the several pictures of the man with his daughters, wearing a black pinstriped suit in a handful of them. And he let out a long, loud groan. “I hate this week, I hate it so much.” Wes started cackling and Danny scowled. “That reminds me.” He kicked Wes in the shins and grinned. “Much better. Also, Wes, I gotta tell you. I’m not one of a kind, as far as my living status goes.” “Oh what, there’s another Schrodinger’s little shit flying around out there?” Wes rubbed his ankle and hissed. “Well, you didn’t hear it from me, but that fruitloop we call a mayor may have been elected because he possessed literally everyone that was voting.” Wes went silent and stared at him, and Danny nodded. “Think you can pester him instead of me? He wants to kill Dad and thinks that he can get Mom if he does that.” “Danny. My Dad works for Masters.” “This puts you in the perfect position to mess with him, I say. Just act like you’re there to see your dad.” “You oblivious asshole. I fuckin love you, cous.” “Same here, skyscraper.”

6, 17, 12 with Bucky? And can you make it angst that turns out fluffy?

Yo, here ya go!

A/N: SO so sorry that it’s taking me forever to get these done. I have 3 papers due Next WEEK and had to get them done prior to the weekend (because I like to pretend I have a life outside of school and work).

Just a friendly reminder that the Dallas Birthday Celebration/300 follower Celebration is still going on! (I would like the masterpost, but Tumblr scares me so I’m avoiding links until I hear it’s safe…is it safe yet? haha.)

Anywho, huge shoutout to @mermaidxatxheart​ for her support in this. I would have never posted this had it not been for her….but that’s just me. (I blame my new medication…..anyone else fucking struggle with mental health? like…fuck..)

Welp, enough about me, HERE YOU GO!

PART TWO

6. You’re Satan.12. Tell me you need me.17. I’d rather die than do that.

People would often describe you as fearless. There wasn’t much that could strike fear into your heart or shake you to the core.

There was really only one thing.

“We need to train,” Bucky deadpans, giving you a look that lets you know you weren’t going to be able to talk your way out of it.

“Lead the way, sensei.”

You followed the buff super soldier blindly, not paying attention to the route he was taking you.

It wasn’t until the smell of chemicals filled your nose that you realized where he was taking you.

“Abso-fucking-lutely not, James!” You cry, digging your fingers into the cool metal of the door frame leading to the cursed room. “I swear to all that’s holy, I will cut your fucking balls off and shove them back up your ass if you make me do this! No! NOT TODAY, SATAN!”

You could feel your heart pounding harshly against your ribs. So hard, you swore they were going to bruise.

“It’s high time you got over this fear of your, Y/N,” Bucky told you, wrapping his flesh hands around your wrist, trying to encourage you to let go of the doorway. “And that’s exactly what we are going to do.”

A wave a nausea passes over you, the chemical smell suffocating. A cold sweat brakes out over your body. But you were adamant that you weren’t going in. 


You tuck your chin into your chest, eyes squeezed tight and shake your head. “No!”

You could feel your grip start to slip and you try to hold on tighter, pleading to whatever force in the universe that was listening, ‘don’t let this be my demise!’

The ever vigilant Winter Soldier noticed your failing grip. He didn’t bother trying to hide his amusement. “Well, you don’t get a vote.” His warm hand inched its way from your wrist to your fingers and one by one, he picked them from the door.

With a final tug, your grip is released and you immediately go to claw at his arms, not caring that your nails would leave indents on the flesh. “Don’t do this to me,” you plead, digging your heels into the ground. It was a fruitless endeavor as soon as Bucky picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. Nausea rolls through your stomach again and you pray you don’t vomit on the man…as much as he deserves it. “I would ra-rather d-die than g-go in ther-re,” you pant.

Every step closer makes the room feel tighter.

Was this a vacuum? Where was the air going?

Bucky passes through the last set of door and you know this is the end.

“Y/N. I need you to breathe.”

He sets you back down on your feet, keeping both hands strongly on your shoulder. A silent reminder that he was in control.

“I know you don’t want to do this, but I need you to. I lose sleep every time you are on a mission because what if- what if you fell into water? What would happen then? You would seize up and sink to the bottom and die. And I would die with you.” His voice broke off with a crack. You look up and to see watery steel blue eyes watching you, pleading you. “I can’t lose you.”

Your heart aches. You want so badly to do this for him.

But the fear was greater. 


“I-I can’t,” you whimper, wrapping your arms around yourself in an attempt to find comfort. “I can’t.” You close your eyes and try to find your happy place.

You ignore the way his hands tighten their hold on you.

“It’s either learn or you will die.”

You didn’t care the finality of that statement.

“Good. Then I wouldn’t have to put up with your bullying guilt trips,” you quietly simper. You take a deep breath before speaking again-

Only to find yourself airborne for a half second before crashing into the pool behind you.

Your body hits the warm water and you can feel your muscles seizing up, tense and unmoving. Your eyes never close, the chlorine burning as you watch the million tiny bubbles surround you. You swear that your heart has come to a stop. The moment drags on and on and on…

Before you have the need to breathe.

But you can’t breathe water.

That’s how you die.

And not today, Satan.

You break through the fear and break free over the surface, gulping lung fulls of air.

You don’t notice how you are treading in the water, not faltering in your moves.

Once your brain is satisfied that it has enough oxygen to work, it registers where you are once again.

But there’s no time to panic.

Breathe in for five.

Exhale for five.

Breathe in for six.

Exhale for six.

And the world continues.

You’re not dying. Drowning. Suffocating.

You are alive.

“Well, would you look at that.”

You spin around in the water and glare at an amused Bucky. “What the fuck was that?”

He’s crouching down by  the side pool, elbows resting on his cargo covered knees. You idly wonder if he has rocks in those pockets of his.

He flashes you his “killer’ smile, the one that usually make you go weak at the knees. Usually. “You can swim! I thought for a moment there that I was going to have to go in to get you.”

You bite your tongue and swim over to the side of the pool before holding your hand out to him. “Help me out.”

“Aw, now you need me?” he teases, easily grasping your hand, bracing himself to lift you out of the water. “See, I knew it was just ‘Mind over matter’. Hey, do you think we can go to Jamaica for our vow re-“
He doesn’t get the chance to finish his sentence-

Because you pull him over your head and into the water behind you.

He reacts much quicker than you, breaking the surface just a second later, spitting water as he does. “What the fuck, Y/N?!”

You’re already out of the pool, sitting just where he was crouched a moment ago and you simper, “Damn. No rocks after all.” You roll your eyes. “Guess I’ll just have to settle for you sleeping on the couch for the next foreseeable future.”

Bucky pulls himself up next to you and wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his embrace. “Sure babe, whatever you say. But seriously. Jamaica? Mexico? Bora Bora??”

“I’m cold.” You lock your arms around his neck, tucking your head under his chin. “Take me to our room.”

The asshole has the audacity to chuckle beneath you. “Woah, babe. How do you go from wanting me dead to sex? I mean-not that I’m complain-“

You sharply tug his hair. “Shut up. I need dry clothes since you decided to yeet me into the pool, ya fuckin’ fool.”

“Screw Bora Bora,” you shout, turning your tablet in your hands and shoving the brings screen into your husbands face. “Let’s go to Australia!!!!”

Bucky gives you a bemused grin before taking the tablet from your hands, scrolling through the pictures.

“Is it because of the manta rays?”

You pout. “And the kangaroos…and koalas….that live in a constant state of being high…..and are like miniature bears. And fluff.”

Your husband just shakes his head and smiles. “Of course, doll.”

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o Name: Alicia o Star sign: Leo/Virgo cusp but i ~identify~ more w virgo tyvm o Height: 5′5″ o Put your iTunes or Spotify on shuffle: "Ace of Hearts” by Zella Day

“Girls Chase Boys Chase Girls” by Ingrid whateverherlastnameis

“Rearrange” by VERITE

“I’ll Rust With You” by Steam Powered Giraffe

“Cardiac Arrest” by Bad Suns

my music is just a random disorganized amalagation of songs i like tbh o Who is your celebrity crush? idk man cillian murphy??? tho i’m more likely to loudly obsess over how pretty an actress is than how good-looking an actor is TBH

o What’s a sound you hate and a sound you love? high heels on tile floor, my spanish prof’s spanish lisp (spanish spanish sounds diff from latin american spanish and they have this lisp that softens the hard “s” and “c” sounds, which is usually pretty annoying but like his isn’t obnoxious. also it probably doesn’t help that he’s like, 30 something and good-looking LOL). i hate uhhhh idk the fucking annoying ass notifciation sound for snapchat if i forget to turn it off in iphone settings o Do you believe in ghosts? nah bro o How about aliens? sure why not but like....miss me w that edgy sci-fi going out to space to find aliens bullshit. ya girl cant even find her way to the local grocery store w/o getting lost o Do you drive? ye but not often cuz i don’t have a car. fml. (i don’t have insurance either so its technically illegal to drive for me LOL)

o What was the last book you read? uhhh for fun i forget I re-read some stuff from middle school over the summer but the most recent book i read for fun that i hadn’t read before was probably “How to Marry a Werewolf (In 10 Easy Steps)” by Gail Carriger which was fuckin LIT yall read her books. Stalk her pinterest/tumblr (@gailcarriger). 12/10 would sell my soul for her.

for school um. idk some dumb textbook. we read two short stories by Emilia Pardo Bazan for my spanish lit class today does that count. she’s lit af too, one of the first spanish “”””feminist””” writers. also her stories have such an ~aesthetic~ i’ll make a pinterest board for one of them probs

o Do you like the smell of gasoline? eh o What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had? sprained my wrist or some shit in pre-school. don’t really remember what happened, my friend was pulling me up a slide and then next thing u know i have a purple cast. *shrug emoji*

o Do you have an obsession right now? uh, the aesthetic of Crazy Rich Asians (SUCH. A. GOOD. MOVIE. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH) or like, nanowrimo? i’m hype for it this year, really excited to write my idea thing partly cuz the main char i have planned is just as extra and sarcastic and cynical as i am :^) maybe even more so lmfao

ALSO plants vs. zombies 2 YALL such a GOOD GAME. the puns are great. the music/graphics are great. the dialogue is on point. EVERYTHING IS GREAT.

(one time I had a quest to “defeat peasant zombies”. they were like, “They’re not pleasant, they’re peasant! And that’s terrible!” and I just burst out laughing cuz i have the IQ of a 5 year old and that’s peak comedy to me)

OH ALSO vine compilations boiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii. i love some good vines YEET

o Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong? not really but i don’t forget that they did it either, it just sort of stays as a like extremely neutral “oh yeah so-and-so was a dick to me in 5th grade hmm wonder how they’re doing” o In a relationship? nah LOL my annoying nosy gossipy asian mom keeps bugging me about it. smh.

tagging: @morningstar1399 @livesinabluebox @vampirkaninchen @hugsandnoregrets @officialdarklord @kzombi3 @ anyone else who wants to do it

Do all the ice cream questions!

oh sweet jesus ok yeah i suppose thats one way to cute boredom thanks 

chocolate: when was your first kiss? June 13th of 2016, huge ass regrets

french vanilla: how old are you? not old enough to make a difference, in the eyes of the government (but that’s just what i let them think)

cotton candy: three places you want to travel to? hmmm Cairo, Egypt; London, England; Las Vegas, Nevada, USA

strawberry: a language you wish you could speak? probably german or finnish so i can go to college in one of those countries for free, either that or french or latin so i can pass my classes

coffee: favorite cosmetics brands? i dont use makeup

mint chocolate chip: indoors or outdoors? probably indoors, less sunburn more AC and wifi

cookie dough: do you play any instruments? yes several, i play baritone, clarinet, ukulele (badly), and probably some others that i should be working on. lately i’ve been inspired to learn how to play the trombone.

rocky road: favorite songs at the moment? ohhh boy... Nicotine by Panic! At The Disco, The Sharpest Lives by My Chemical Romance, The Last of The Real Ones by Fall Out Boy, If These Sheets Were The States by All Time Low, and Ground Control by All Time Low (i hecking love atl fight me) (there are so many more songs i could say)

butter pecan: favorite songs for life? oh shit those above, plus both Boy Division and The Light Behind Your Eyes by My Chemical Romance

cheesecake: what’s your zodiac sign? capricorn

toasted coconut: the beach or the pool? pool, sorry, i don’t really like sand. i like being able to sit underwater and see through my goggles and i just cant do that at the beach

chocolate chip: what’s your most popular post? lemme check... the one that wasn’t even mine it’s about how the sanders sides reacted in virgil’s room portraying their fears and shit, my friend sent it via a group chat and i loved it so i posted it and now everyone else loves it

bubblegum: books or movies? can’t pick i love both reading and watching movies for different reasons

pistachio: manga or anime? anime, easier to focus on and takes less time to get through

salted caramel: favorite movies? Love, Simon; Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, i can’t remember any others atm

birthday cake: favorite books? The Mortal Instruments series by Cassandra Claire, The Maze Runner series by James Dashner, The Harry Potter books by J.K. Rowling (particularly the Prisoner of Azkaban), Secrets For The Mad by Dodie Clark

moose tracks: favorites for manga? Fairy Tail Zero and Death Note

orange sherbet: favorites for anime? Yuuri! On Ice and Death Note, but Hetalia is fuckin funny and Fairy Tail is amazing

peanut butter: favorite acedemic subject? honestly i really don’t have a favorite not because i hate them all but because i love them all. my last history and english teachers made the classes fun so i’ve really been loving those two, and science and math are just practical and fascinating and i can’t not love them. i’m a nerd, what else do you want from me?

black raspberry: do you have any pets? 4 cats 3 dogs and a shitload of guppy fish, not to mention my plants

mango: when and why did you start your blog? i think in like March or April of 2018 because it was about time, i wanted to follow fandom shit but then i realized people like my art and moodboards so that’s kinda become what i do now (requests still open btw)

mocha: ideal weather conditions? London weather. Not too hot, not too cold, not too sunny. i don’t like sunburn. plus the rain is relaxing, and thunderstorms are awesome.

black cherry: four words that describe you? what the fuck evenjk i know people want positive.. respectable, intelligent, talented, pretty

NOTE: it’s not being vain to say that ^^ i don’t dwell on them more than i have to, and honestly since i usually feel like a piece of rat shit it’s very good that im able to describe myself as anything other than that. 

neapolitan: things that stress you out? too much clutter when i’m working, assholes interrupting class, my friends hiding things from me, my anxiety and depression constantly telling me to yeet myself off the nearest cliff

raspberry truffle: favorite kind of music? pop-rock, pop-punk, rock, sometimes indie shit.. mostly alternative/pop

chocolate marshmellow: favorite brands of candy? TWIZZLERS and i particuarly love hershey stuff, and starburst but i forget who starburst is by

toffee: a card game that you’re good at? solitaire... but i do like Texas Hold ‘Em

lemon custard: do you eat breakfast? most days yeah

peach: how do you relax? drawing, writing, reading, listen to music, sometimes just lie down and do nothing, hug my friends if i can

praline: a popular book you haven’t read yet? oh god i read a lot.. Wings of Fire series, i’ve heard a lot about it and i really wanna read it

superman: do you like sweaters? absolutely i do, however not during the summer when it’s this hot

cherry: do you drink tea or coffee? both but not very frequently

dulce de leche: an instrument you wish you could play? ukulele, baritone, guitar, trombone

blackberry: have you ever laughed so hard you cried? yes several times at stuff that’s ridiculously stupid

ginger: a new feature you wish tumblr would have? do they let me block certain tags and i just haven’t figured out how yet? idk im still pretty new to this site

blueberry lemon: favorite blogs? oh god there’s a lot... im gonna leave it at three for now, and those would be mostly my art idols @elentori-art @the-pastel-peach and @voidsides but there are so many more i wish i could put aiehgsbngu

almond: favorite mean girls quote? i’ve never seen mean girls idk if any of the possible quotes im thinking of are even from mean girls and im not gonna embarrass myself by saying them

butterscotch: what color are your nails right now? unpainted, but last they were black with glitter over the top

cinnamon: have you ever been confessed to? yes a few times

blue moon: have you ever had a crush on someone? yeap and 9/10 times it sucks but then there’s the 1 time where everything goes right and it makes every point in your life up until then worth it

cappuccino crunch: do you ever take naps? not really

mint: the most embarrassing thing you’ve done? think i was straight until 2016 and humiliate myself by chasing these guys but never truly feeling like i liked them

brownie batter: do you like sushi? never had it but i don’t think so, im not a big fish person

key lime: where do you want to be right now? probably about 30 minutes away from where i am in my s.o.’s arms on their couch watching soul eater or avatar: the last airbender with them

red velvet: do you wear prescription glasses? yep im blind as fuck

green tea: favorite flavors of ice cream? sea salt caramel, banana peanut butter, pistachio almond, white house/cherry vanilla

ok wow that took a while.. thank u though that cured my boredom and now i have to do stuff so sbfguisng adios y gracias 

can you fill this out without lying?

@dyerseve tagged me, thanks!

What was the last thing you put in your mouth? stick of spearmint gum

Where was your blog picture taken? my icon: idk.. my banner: it’s from ghost adventures.. so where ever tf they were when Aaron made that face..

Worst pain you ever experienced? either being yeeted out of bed in the middle of the night by a charlie-horse, or the aftermath of standing in a fire ant mound blissfully unaware of the impending fury that was to be unleashed upon my left leg..

How many times you have been married? that would require someone to be at least romantically attracted to me.. and that just doesn’t happen..

How late did you stay up last night? 12ish

If you could move somewhere else where would it be? Idk anywhere but Florida... somewhere with mountains.. and maybe snows sometimes..

Do any of your Tumblr friends live close to you? One that I know of lives sort of close

When was the last time you cried? Saturday bc I met a golden retriever puppy

Who took your profile picture? no clue

How many marriage proposals have you had? *same answer as 4* lol

If you could have any career, what would it be? something art related, photography, maybe even music production, or just anything that will give me an excuse to travel..

What was the last book you read? I started to read Dracula again.. but that was weeks ago

If you could talk to ANYONE right now who would it be? Uhhhhh @ god just to say “tf dude” Real answer tho: no particular person, just anyone I used to be good friends with at any point in my life, b/c sometimes I randomly miss people even if I know they weren’t the best people for me..

Are you a good influence? Probs not I’m a dumbass idiot and I swear like a drunken sailor...

Does pineapple belong on a pizza? When I’m in the mood it abso-fuckin-lutely does

You have the remote, what channel would you watch? travel channel or food network

Whom do you think will play along? No one cause I’m not tagging anyone lol

Have you graduated from university? I’m on an indefinite break

Your favorite football team? im gay