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disneyanduniversalnews · 1 year

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Guide to Storm Force Accelatron at Islands of Adventure

Like so many kids, there is nothing I wanted more than to be a Super Hero, especially a member of the X-Men. Created in 1963, the X-Men are a team of young mutants who, under the tutelage of Professor Charles Xavier, use their superhuman powers to save the world from evil mutants like Magneto.

As a kid (and subsequently an adult), I had no superpowers. I wasn't bitten by anything radioactive; I'm not from another planet; and I certainly don't have billions of dollars. The X-Men gave me hope, though, that maybe someday I could be a Super Hero if I just developed some cool mutation. I waited and waiting, but nothing every happened. Laser beans from my eyes? Nope. Telepathy? Uh-uh. I can't even parallel park! I thought for sure that my dreams of being a Super Hero were dashed. that is until I discovered Storm Force Accelatron, the best kept secret at Universal's Islands of Adventure.

The Story

Tucked away by the entrance to The Incredible Hulk Coaster, Storm Force Accelatron is a spinning ride that was added to Marvel Super Hero Island in the summer of 2000 and has been delighting guests of all ages ever since.

It turns out that the evil Magneto is up to his usual tricks of plotting to take over the world using his magnetic powers, and it's up to Storm, Professor X and ME to shop him. Storm is a veteran member of the X-Men with ability to feel and control the elements of weather. For this mission, however, she needs our help. You see, Professor X has built a generator that harnesses the energy of ordinary park guests to enhance Storm's mutant ability. Together, we're the only thing that stands between Magneto and an all-out attack against non-mutants. Don't they know I can't even parallel park?

The Queue

When it comes to the ride queue, I've got good news and I've got good news. The good news is that there are big, beautiful comic book panels explaining the ride's story to guests while they wait in line. The great news is that you might not have time to read them because the line moves so quickly. When I was there, the sign said it would be a five-minute wait, but I was able to walk right up and get into my vehicle. This attraction is truly the best kept secret in the entire park. In fact, I've probably already said too much!

The Ride

It's a Super Hero twist to the classic theme park spinning ride. Guests step inside circular purple or yellow vehicles with a large wheel in the center. Storm and Professor X then make an announcement, informing guests of their goal to stop Magneto using power generated by our Accelatrons. The faster guests turn their respective wheels, the more collective power they produce to theoretically defeat Magneto and put an end to his plan for world domination. As your vehicle rotates and revolves around a spinning track, thunder booms and lighting flashes from the overhead power generator. At the ride's conclusion, Professor X lets guests know if they were successful at defeating Magneto. I won't spoil it, you'll just have to find out for yourself. If you get motion sickness easily, this might not be the ideal ride for you. But don't worry about it; Magneto will just take over the world and destroy all of humanity..but you do you.

Pro Tip: If you get the chance, try to ride at night when the lightning is especially vivid.

Ride Details

There is no minimum height to ride, but riders under 48" require a supervising companion.

This ride does have a Universal Express Pass line

The ride is covered making it one you can enjoy rain or shine

Storage for your items is available in nearby free lockers for up to 30 minutes.

Explore Marvel Super Hero Island

While Storm Force Acceletron has no gift shop, it is conveniently located near Marvel Alterniverse Store. Here you can load up on Marvel merchandise, including clothing, toys and collectible featuring some of your favorite Marvel Characters. If you're looking for a munificent meal, Cafe 4 is located right next to the ride and features Italian favorites. If I may offer some unsolicited advice, you might want to eat after the ride.

You may not think that a theme park ride can change your life, but I'm proof that it can. I still may not be able to fire laser beams from my eyes, I'll never move objects with my mind, I don't think I can even do one chin-up... But for 90 gloriously dizzying seconds, my dream came true. I got to be a Super Hero.

Is Storm Force Accelatron your favorite ride, too?! Tell us if you'd rather ride it during the day or at night in the comments!

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taiturner · 2 years

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5, 26, 37 for gif questions 💛

What is your favorite movie/TV show to gif?

TUA inspires me the most, probably, because I'm most invested in so many of those characters and despite only being three seasons, there's just a lot of content there to work with. I can go through those episodes a thousand times and still find something I haven't giffed yet or want to or some totally new take on a thought I had previously.

I also really love to gif TWD: World Beyond, it's my all time favorite show, and the tags are soooo bare. Those gifs barely get any traction because most people don't care about the show but it's special to ME and I will gif it forever. There are just so many good moments, so many beautiful dynamics (especially in the realm of adoptive + found families), so many good lessons that encompass the show, and I just don't think I'll ever run out of ideas for it. It's also one of the rare shows that I love every single character in, so it's not like I have to avoid certain scenes/dynamics/etc. It's just my comfort show in every sense, so I love giffing it.

In general, I really like post-apocalyptic aesthetics + horror, and I tend to want to gif that kind of stuff more than anything. I watch a lot of lighter shows but I don't ever have the same inspo for that kind of thing.

How many unposted sets are in your drafts right now?

I currently have a few of my sets for TUA appreciation week done (Favorite superpower, 1/2 favorite quotes, & a free choice... I won't spoil any of those but I'm very content with those right now 😌), and I've got quite a few half finished sets that I'm either not ready to go back to or am not sure about going back to... a Viktor/Sissy set that the quote I was using for just doesn't work anymore but it's pretty so I am determined to find a way to make it work, a FTWD ship set that I kind of lost my direction on, a typography set for usergif's back to cool event, and a Klaus/Luther set that kind of evolved into 3 other different sets I've already posted so I'm not sure I'll go back to it. BUT - my queue usually has 10+ things in it and I change how many things post a day depending on how I feel. Right now, there are currently 11 random gifs there.

What sets if any do you have planned to make in the future?

The rest of my TUA appreciation week gifsets are my priority right now. I've got a few of them done, but I have plans for multiple each day so it's really just .... whether or not I have the time/inspiration for all of them.

But I haven't been giffing for very long, so I recently did a rewatch of a few of my favorite shows and saved the clips of everything I want to gif, so I kind of have a never ending supply of things I want to get to.

As for bigger projects, I'm working on a few "this character in every episode" sets for some of my favorite characters in TWD, a few dif TWD parallels I want to get to, and I've got a long list of quotes/lyrics/etc for my favorite characters that I eventually want to get to (that's why there's been so many random Luther quote sets these past few months... my list for him is so long with 3 years of things I've saved, I will never tire of giffing him).

#answered #thank you for sending!!!#wish i could shut up ever

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renaerys · 3 years

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I think I like the idea of 31 for the greens 💚

31. “You can bite me. I like it.”

Okay I admit this one toes the line with the innuendos, but I'm completely fine with that.

Send me a prompt and some characters! Reminder that the challenge is to make everything SFW, so we're getting creative here.

List of prompts

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Buttercup had always known she had merch. As one-third of a former Superhero team, she was bound to accumulate fans over the years. Even now, with her crime-fighting days long behind her and her focus on making a living like any other normal adult, she occasionally encountered echoes of the past: a Girl Power! T-shirt tie-dyed in pink, blue, and green; a set of refrigerator magnets that spelled out her and her sisters’ names; even an old coloring book series full of cartoonish monsters and Superpowered little girls. It was all a little weird, a little cringe, but totally harmless.

Until Butch found out.

“Oh my god, I found your horcrux.”

The popsicle had melted and warped in freezer storage. The face belonged in an acid trip or a Silent Hill movie. Buttercup was sure some demon must have siphoned the ass-end of her soul to make this abomination. “That is the scariest thing I have ever seen.”

“Dude, this thing is amazing.” He licked Buttercup’s frozen popsicle likeness. “Oh my god, it’s cherry flavored.”

“Wow, what are you, fourteen?” Buttercup tried to leave, but Butch chased after her.

“Hey, hey Buttercup.”

“What?”

“Can you feel this?” He gave the popsicle a long lick up the length of its face.

“You are a crime against humanity, you know that?”

“C’mon, just try her!”

“Her? We’re not gendering the ice cream, Butch.”

“She didn’t mean that,” Butch soothed the melting treat.

Buttercup cut through the park on the way back to her office. Butch followed her.

“Okay, okay, but seriously, just try it. It’s kinda sweet, but it’s pretty decent.”

Buttercup eyed the popsicle. Perhaps it had once resembled her, if she were a cartoon, but now it was a mess of green and black and lumpy, bubble gum eyes. A bit of the face dribbled onto the grass.

This was a decision. Someone of sound mind woke up one day and the best idea they had was to make a popsicle inspired by her face. Someone said to themselves hey, I could sell this to some dumb kids or horny dudes and make a killing.

“You know, I should be getting royalties for that.”

Butch chewed on the chunk of hair-shaped popsicle he’d bitten off and his eyes went wide. “Oh shit, you’re totally right! We should sue the manufacturer!”

Or at least get them to discontinue the line so I never have to see this again.

Her phone buzzed. “It’s Ty. I have to get back to work.”

“I’m texting Blossom. I bet there’s someone we can sue.” The remainder of Butch’s popsicle melted into the grass as he typed out a message on his phone.

“Okay, whatever. See you later.”

Buttercup forgot all about her bizarre popsicle likeness as she buried herself in a case for work. Later that evening at the apartment she shared with Butch, she sank into the living room sofa ready to kick back. Butch came at her from behind and wrapped his arms around her shoulders. “Hey, you wanna Netflix and chill?”

Buttercup grinned. “Yeah. Grab me a beer?” She scrolled through her Netflix queue until Butch returned.

“Got you something special,” he said.

“What?”

It was another demented popsicle. This one’s eyes were completely uneven, and the mouth was too wide, and the hair line had run down into the face due to melting or demonic infestation. Buttercup stared at the face of her frosty doppelgänger and wondered what Dorian Gray had thought when he saw his painting, grotesque from years of absorbing his hedonism: bitch, I lived.

“Wanna try it? Blossom said she can file for an injunction against the manufacturer, so this might be your only chance before they discontinue the line.” Butch wagged the popsicle like a cat’s toy.

“You’re so weird, you know that?”

“Dude, you’re the one not freaking out about how you’re so famous and beloved that they made your face into candy! How cool is that? You’re like the Mona Lisa.”

“If a five-year-old drew her.”

“Hey, don’t go shitting on five-year-olds. I knew a few who punched major dick back in the day.”

Buttercup laughed. “This has to be in the top ten dumbest conversations we’ve ever had.”

“So you want some of this? What’s it gonna be? Please eat me, Buttercup!”

“Oh, come on. Don’t make that voice.”

“I’m so creamy going down.”

She wheezed. “Butch, Jesus Christ.”

“You can bite me. I like it.”

“I’m going to bite you if you don’t knock it off.”

“Bite down on my juicy, cherry center—”

Buttercup shoved a cushion at his face, and he fell onto the floor laughing.

“Noooo, Popsicle-Buttercup! She could’ve been worth millions one day!” he lamented the popsicle now on the floor and collecting rug fibers.

“Popsicle-Buttercup isn’t going to Netflix and chill with you, moron. Clean that up and I’ll get the beers.”

She went to the kitchen to get their drinks while Butch saw to the rug. When she tossed the bottle caps in the trash, however, she saw a bright, blue box crumpled at the top and grew suspicious. Setting the beers aside, she opened the freezer and found eleven more Powerpuff Pops chilling with the frozen french fries and ice cube trays. Misshapen versions of her sisters and herself stared back at her, their runny mouths smiling wide and black.

Buttercup closed the freezer door. “Goddamnit, Butch!”

He cackled like a lunatic when she tackled him on the sofa.

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If you enjoy my writing, check out more of my fics on AO3, link in my profile. I’m currently updating Trinity House and The Alchemy of Us. Thanks for reading!

#powerpuff girls #powerpuff girls fanfic #butchercup #ppg greens #ppg buttercup #ppg butch #september fic prompts

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themollyjay · 3 years

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On the Necessity of Making Our Own Myths

So, I’m writing this on what is technically the day after I finished Transistor. That is, it’s after midnight, even if I haven’t gone to bed yet. The reason I mention that is because it won’t get posted for a couple of weeks since it’s going in the queue for the Monday blog posts, but the timing in relevant. You see, the same day I finished Transistor, I saw a Tumblr post talking about Harry Potter and JK Rowling and in one of the responses to the original post, a trans person talked about how Rowling betrayed a whole swath of her fan base.

The comment stuck with me for a number of reasons. First, because it really does feel that way. My childhood wasn’t great. In fact, it kind of fucking sucked in a lot of ways, and I missed out on a lot of the experiences other kids got to have. When I discovered Harry Potter, I latched onto in a big way, because it filled a huge void I hadn’t even realized existed. I loved those books so much, I can’t even put it into words. When Order of the Phoenix came out, my girlfriend at the time and I ended up with four copies, because Amazon didn’t deliver the two copies we had on preorder on release day, so we went down to borders and bought two copies. We went to the midnight release for Half-Blood Prince. Harry Potter was a huge part of my life for years, and now I flinch every time someone makes a Harry Potter reference, or Rowling’s name comes up because it’s an instant reminder that someone who created something I loved deeply doesn’t believe I have the right to exist.

But I think the second reason it stuck with me is a lot more important. ��It stuck with me because it made me realize that far to often, as queer people, and especially as trans people, we look to people outside our community to create our myths for us. It’s not something that’s really our fault, because for a long time, we didn’t have a lot of choice in the matter. For a long time, queer people, and especially trans people, were silenced by systematic censorship and oppression. Queer narratives just weren’t allowed, or if they were allowed, they had to end in pain, misery and tragedy. Those were the rules imposed by the gatekeepers.

Those rules have slowly but surely faded away. First through queer people bypassing the system by setting up our own publishing houses, and making our own movies, but then, when the mainstream media realizes that queer people had money, they rushed in, trying to get those queer dollars. First my queerbaiting, then by safely neutered queers who never dated or had relationships, then with the gay secondary characters, and only very recently, with the very occasional, heavily sanitized queer lead.

But the problem is, we as a queer community, and more specifically, we trans people, are looking outside of our selves for the mythology we need to nourish our souls. That’s not healthy for us for any number of reasons. First, because if we rely on straight people to create our myths, or to approve our myths, we never really get to see ourselves. Not really. We get to see what cishet people consider acceptable queers.

This leaves us with myths that are cut off from our culture. When was the last time Alex Danvers made a horrible gay joke about herself? When was the last time Batwoman attended Pride? When was the last time you saw a group of queer characters sitting around bitching about straight bullshit? When we let outsides create or approve our myths, we only ever see versions or ourselves that are acceptable to those outsiders.

Which brings me back around to Transistor. Transistor is the fourth novel I’ve finished this year, and I don’t want to give the impression that I’m not incredibly proud of the other three, because I am. It’s just that Transistor holds a special place in my heart, because of what it is. The first piece I’ve ever written with a Transgender protagonist. It’s a myth intended to speak to people like me, to people who have had the same sort of experiences as me. It speaks to the shame and insecurities trans women feel about our own bodies. It speaks to the imposter syndrome that’s an inevitable result of transphobia and TERF rhetoric. It’s speaks to the religious alienation we feel because of the way the church rejects and demonizes queer people, to the way our families reject us or ignore us when we need their help. It speaks to our often traumatizing relationship with our own bodies. It speaks to the way law enforcement neglects, abandons and abuses us. It speaks to found family, and the lengths we’ll go to in order to protect the people we love.

Transistor is, on the surface, a story about a woman who accidently gets Superpowers, and ends up having to fight an angel to protect her girlfriend, but scratch the surface, and you’ll find a diary of my experiences as a trans woman.

I think the queer community, and especially the trans community needs more of that. We need more storytelling, more mythology, that comes from within. We need to raise our own voices and tell our own stories, because at the end of the day, no one else can tell those stories the way we can. No one else can tell our stories honestly and authentically. And as long as we rely on people outside of our community for the stories and myths that inspire us and give us hope, we will always be waiting for the next betrayal, the next person to come along and give us something we love, only to snatch it away and tell us how vile and disgusting we are.

I wish I had something cleaver to say, or some words of wisdom to wrap this up, but honestly, after what I wrote today, I’m spent. All I can really say is that a culture without its own mythology is not a culture which lasts. We need to give voice to our stories, to give birth to our own mythology so that it’s there for those who come after us to find and absorb so that they don’t just know what came before, but they can feel it and understand it. Otherwise, who and what we are will be lost.

#writing #self promotion #original fiction #queer fiction #transistor #the hearts of heroes

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anastkantdhangar · 3 years

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How And What India Has Been Coping With During The Deadly Covid Second Wave

Last rites being performed by a family, like many, at the Seemapuri Crematorium Center in Delhi

The second wave of the coronavirus pandemic has been nothing less than that of one wreaking havoc and chaos for India - social media full of SOS messages asking for hospital beds, oxygen cylinders, medicines; crematorium centers had never witnessed such large amount of deceased being cremated, crematorium centers even had to be expanded with increased number of pyre-platforms at various parts of the country, and now the abandoned lifeless being found in rivers - simply nothing less than a catastrophe.

Heartbreaking visuals of people gasping for breath, lined outside hospitals unable to find beds, heavy shortage of important medicines like Remedesivir, lifeless bodies waiting for multiple hours at the crematorium centers for their turn to be cremated - this surely has been one of the worst health crisis India has ever seen. Exhausted frontline workers and workers at crematorium centers say they have never seen such huge crisis before. Woods have come to be short in numbers to cremate the dead. How have the authorities dealt with this?

There’s possibly not a single person in India who has not lost at least one of their relative, friend or a known one in last two months.

The centre alone did not fall well short and caught ill-prepared, states are equal culprits in their jurisdiction.

India has been under criticism by global media continuously for under-reporting of numbers of the deceased, and its lack of testing, with many reports from journalists on ground suggesting that the actual numbers of those deceased is actually at least 10-15 times more than the official numbers. A report showed that as the official data shows that in the capital of Madhya Pradesh, Bhopal, had seen only around 1,000 deaths due to covid since the pandemic began last year, whereas the data kept at crematorium centers shows that around 3,700 funerals have been done according to covid protocols in the city in the month of April alone in 2021. Such is the scale of under reporting of numbers in the official data, be it Delhi, Rajasthan, Uttar Pradesh, Bihar, and a majority of the Indian states.

From VIP treatments to the well-off even during these hard times, a classic case of Delhi government’s attempt to book Ashoka Hotel for safety measures for Delhi HC Judges with no inputs from the latter raising many eyebrows recently, states too have had their own bit of criticisms of handling of things during the pandemic.

When urban parts, despite having all the infrastructure and facilities, have seen such destruction, things in rural India have slowly started to catch headlines. With lack of information amongst the people about the virus and vaccines, multiple people in villages have been dying everyday lately complaining of fever, fatigue and shortness of breath, with no oxygen and testing facilities in most of the rural parts of the country despite being 15 months into the pandemic. How cruel things could unleash in the rural areas is a dangerous thought having seen the recent peak in urban ones.

Almost all of the country have been either in a lockdown or strict curfew with almost all states imposing the same, and this has shown some positive results in the last week with positivity rate coming down in various urban areas. The issue of oxygen crisis, after weeks long deliberation by the Supreme Court and various High Courts, have been dealt with to an extent in some manner only after the apex court made a separate National Oxygen Monitoring body.

The true figures lay not in the official data, but the crematorium centers of this country.

People waiting in queues at vaccination centers to get their jabs

Vaccination drive in many states have come to a halt owing to shortage of vaccines, with even those who are due for their second doses having difficulties finding a slot in many parts of the country. When the second wave started to wreak havoc, the widely demanded move by the opposition to open the vaccination drive for not only 45+ but for all adults was being considered by the government and given a nod, only to open big loopholes in the world’s largest vaccination drive, with one being heavy shortage of jabs.

The gap between the two doses of Covishield vaccine has been increased to 12-16 weeks on the basis of scientific data to show for it, surely there must be data now to show for it, but if this is so, then why the same expert’s panel earlier in February 2021 had advised states that the second dose of covishield should not be administered after 8 weeks in any case as it may not work then, and why Union I&B Minister also tweeted this very advisory on the same day? We cannot possibly answer this question just like we cannot estimate that actually how many people have died due to covid in this country. But for the record, The Lancet and WHO have themselves clarified way before that the gap between two doses for AstraZeneca vaccine, or Covishield should be 12-16 weeks; The UK follows 12 weeks gap and Canada follows 16 weeks gap, and India will follow the same to tackle the heavy shortage of jabs. The gap between two doses of Covaxin, on the other hand, stands the same as before.

When The USA and the European Union gave vaccination orders of millions of dollars last year, India did not order a single jab. Should not have we placed such orders last year itself? Did or did not the experts gave this input at that time? Have we even been doing it till as late as earlier this month? If not, then this itself is a much larger issue, but there's no transparency. State governments have been left with no other alternative than to issue global tenders to buy vaccines, which actually the centre should do in the global market, and as a result, not India, but its states are competing each other in the global market to purchase vaccines. Starting with Uttar Pradesh, then Maharashtra, followed by Orissa, Delhi and Karnataka have issued global tenders already to purchase vaccines.

Not a single Indian media outlet is now projecting Atmanirbhar slogans anymore, which was literally served by the same media to its viewers for months, confining them in a whole different world altogether. And it's only a matter of time that a new slogan arrives, and literally the same channels project it again for months, confining its viewers to another new world altogether, yet again.

Surely, superpower India of 2021 would not have wanted itself to be projected in such a manner in the foreign media. The majority of domestic mainstream media would not show you this, and would continuously keep you distracted with bogus narratives and side of things, killing your ability to question the status quo and to sustain a healthy democratic India.

Indian media back in January widely publicised about the ‘World’s Largest Vaccination Drive’, which holds true given our population, but no questions were asked about procurement of vaccines. Frontline covid workers were the first priority to be vaccinated, rightfully, and plan was to vaccinate 30 crore frontline workers inside 3-4 months in first phase of vaccination drive; and 5 months into the drive not even all of the frontline workers could be vaccinated. By numbers, India is amongst fastest vaccinating countries, but when it comes to ratio of its population, it fares poorly with not even 3% people been fully vaccinated yet. It is important to look into the matter and understand how much India has spent on research and production of vaccines.

A report from The Guardian, issued on 2nd April, 2021, claimed that as the US and European Union nations have been spending billions of dollars as aids for companies for research, development and production of vaccines, there is no concrete evidence of India spending on research and production of vaccines. Before the coronavirus pandemic struck, India was the largest vaccine producer in the world, but when the pandemic struck, soon the US and China surpassed India as largest vaccine manufacturers. Indian media had to go from taking pride in largest vaccination drive to reporting of mass shutting down of vaccinating centers owing to lack of jabs, such has been the vast hallucination we have been served for some years now. Owing to this very pride of Indian media, which not only confuses its people between Indian companies and the Indian government, it also reminds its people everyday that their very ability to question to sustain the world’s largest democracy is being massacred everyday.

After this report from The Guardian on 2nd April, 2021, the Indian government submitted an affidavit in the Supreme Court on 11th May, 2021 in which the government has clearly and specifically stated that the Indian government has not issued any grant or aid to the Serum Institute of India or Bharat Biotech, which implies no funds on research or development even for domestically developed Covaxin. Only 46 crores were funded to Bharat Biotech for clinical trials of Covaxin, that too by ICMR. Which means Indian media has been taking pride in vaccines made by AstraZeneca and a domestic company Bharat Biotech, and did not question for even once that why we have not been helping at least domestic companies for vaccine research.

If the affidavit submitted in Supreme Court by the government stands firm on authentic data and information, then what about the announcement made on 13th May, 2020 about 100 crores being allotted as aids for domestic candidates developing vaccines? Around same time last year, the US was investing 15 million dollars in various vaccine developing candidates, and was advancing vaccine orders worth 300 million dollars even before vaccines were developed. On 12th December, 2020, Union Finance Minister announced 900 crores aid for vaccine production, but the affidavit submitted by the government itself in SC claims no such grants were ever made. 20th April, 2021, news came in that Finance Ministry is advancing loans worth 3,000 crores to SII and 1,500 crores to Bharat Biotech for vaccine production, the affidavit holds advancement of these loans valid, though the money is yet to reach the companies. Adar Poonawalla of SII said last month while talking to a media outlet that he has been expecting these loans on the basis of media reports, thus he too believes in the Indian media, and on the same expectations his company has taken heavy loans from banks to continue vaccine production of Covishield. By the way Adar Poonawalla has field away from the country citing pressure from "influential" people and has been shying away from answering to what might have led to such huge covid surge in India during its second wave.

Thus, there was no Indian penny involved thus far in the production of vaccines by both these companies according to the Indian government.

With how we have been coping with the pandemic, various experts have been giving their ideas and views to deal with issues, and “revolutions” in Indian healthcare system are urgently required in post covid-era.

When the UK and many members of the European Union were witnessing devastating second wave earlier this year, Union Ministers in India were claiming that India has defeated covid and that India is in the ‘endgame’ of the pandemic, in fact the numbers were actually very low during the same period, and India was starting to return to normal just when the second wave started to unleash around mid-March, exposing lack of plans to tackle a potential second wave. Lack of preparedness on health infrastructure was visibly evident, when every political party was busy campaigning in states assembly elections and large crowd gatherings were seen at Kumbh. Could not these two super spreader events have been avoided temporarily to control covid surge, just like Nizamuddin Markaz could have been avoided last year, which again acted like a spreader event in the last wave, and was presented as such a heated topic by the Indian media for months last year?

In order to cope with heavy shortage of jabs, many health experts have been demanding government intervention in expanding vaccine production by involving other vaccine manufacturers as well by providing them vaccine formula and advancing tenders for vaccine production, for which steps are being taken only in this last week. The pace of the vaccination process also has been under heavy criticism as to why door to door vaccination proposals by several states has been turned down by the centre citing the latter has no such policy, given that polio vaccination process was a great success with minimum volunteers.

If both, SII and Bharat Biotech, are providing vaccines to the centre, states and private hospitals at different prices, with lowest price being for the centre and highest for private hospitals, could not the centre itself buy vaccines and provide them to state itself given that if states buy them on their own then they will have to pay double the price compared to the centre.

The money of 22,000 crore rupees Central Vista project, if used to buy covid jabs, would buy a whopping 146.66 crore jabs, potentially enough to fully vaccinate around 70-72 crore Indian citizens, which again is potentially enough to create herd immunity throughout the country, just a mere statistic based on facts.

It is important to keep current feedbacks in mind in order for the work to be done. No person in this country would have ever thought that private hospitals one day would run out of their capabilities to treat them, and potentially exposing that bulk of them are mere money making firms. It is high time India start to spend more on its healthcare and education, and the possibility of government taking complete control of healthcare and education, like successful western countries, should not be ruled out even after it being a slow process to come true.

Recent lockdowns and curfews by states have shown a dip in covid numbers and positivity rate, oxygen crisis seem to be in some control in the recent week, and vaccine production is being increased after government stepped in. Surely next few weeks are very critical to control the new surge of B.1.617 Indian mutant strain, with people hoping that they will overcome this health crisis soon.

But history will remember that India’s numbers ascribed not in the official data, but at the crematorium centers.

#india #indian government #Indian Media #coronavirus #covid #pandemic #india fights corona #vaccine #measures #politics #social

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akitokihojo · 4 years

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Everything’s Okay

Sometimes, it was hard to be okay. Stresses weigh you down, your mind goes into overdrive, cruel thoughts break through whatever barrier you had standing, and everything seems just a little too bleak to trudge through. It would be better if you could just shut the world down for a while; quiet the nonsense, stop time, prevent everything that threatened to contribute to the lowness you already felt. If only. Getting a grip over toxic thinking was difficult enough, even for the healthy-minded. How could a single person halt the universe just for a moment's worth of peace?

Aside from the loud ticking of the clock on the wall, the apartment was silent. His car wasn't parked in its designated spot, so she must have beat him home from work. Usually, she would spend the time getting comfortable and starting dinner, but the longer she stood in the entryway, the thicker and stiffer the air became. It was like the abnormal sensations of her cramped mind were overflowing throughout their home, and nothing in the world could keep her busy enough to stop it from running free. Was this her breaking point? It couldn't be, she'd handled much more than this before without throwing in the towel. Then, there were occasions where it seemed she'd balanced even less and she snapped. Where was her median?

There was a hollowness in the cavity of her chest, leaving her feeling like if she swallowed a marble right then and there, she'd feel it scale down her ribcage. It was weird. It was foreign. If she moved, maybe she could leave the empty hole at the door, so she waded through the sludge of the room, skipping the option to change out of her work clothes because the task seemed too difficult at the moment, and pushed through to the kitchen to see if cooking would make her feel a little better. If she didn't get started, it may be the queue that something was wrong, and the last thing she wanted was to tip Inuyasha off. He didn't need to worry about anything other than the full plate he was already juggling. She could handle this. The feeling would fade. Hopefully another good night's sleep would finally do the trick.

But then she just ended up standing in front of the open fridge, the cold air wafting over her bare legs. Focusing was growing harder and harder as she pulled herself inward to prevent herself from crumbling. There was nothing in the fridge that seemed appetizing to whip up. She wasn't hungry. She'd had about a half a bottle of water all day. Spaghetti was easy enough, but shutting the fridge and moving to the cupboards was a chore on its own.

Why? She was home. This was where she was supposed to feel safe and warm and better. Instead, she was progressively getting worse, her fingers trembling, her eyes growing blurry as she blinked away the tears that burned behind her lids. It was all she could do to take out a package of noodles, a can of sauce, and put a pot of water on to boil. She found herself lifting her bottom to sit on the counter opposite the stove, her lungs no longer allowing full and deep breaths of air, her chin crinkling, her lids overflowing, her nose sniffling and a huff leaving her lips as she cursed herself for caving to nothing. It was nothing. And yet it felt like everything was against her. Her brain threw unheard insults at her, piercing her through because they were so, so believable. Her heart ached like it was empty and broken. All rational thought was out the window, and she was the victim of her own sorrowful negativity.

And if there was one thing a person could ever wish to control, it was that. Screw shutting the world down, and preventing an onslaught of more needless turmoil. Being able to tell yourself that everything's okay and you aren't as worthless as you currently feel, and then actually believing it would be the true superpower to behold.

He'd seen her car, smelled her fresh scent leading up the hall and to their door. She hadn't been fully herself lately. He'd noticed the shimmer in her deep, brown eyes dull and grow lackluster. It was hard to determine on his own, but he assumed the long week wore on her. A long week she hadn't really vented about, but he could visibly see the toll it was taking. For the most part, he'd stayed out of her way. He didn't want to say something wrong and spark an argument, and he definitely didn't want to push her into talking if she wasn't ready to open up. She was normally very talkative, but sometimes - rarely, but sometimes - she shut down. Who was he, of all people, to tell her that was the wrong way to go about things? It was uncommon, and it was truly rough to see her the way she'd been, and he could always tell when she was swallowing her feelings for the sake of anyone around her. Each day since he noticed her melancholic shift, he'd hoped she'd recovered from whatever was exhausting her, but no such luck. She was feigning her relief. She was holding back.

He walked through the door, the soft hiss of the fire burning mildly on the stove welcoming him in. "I'm home."

No answer other than the clock giving a loud tick.

"Babe?" He walked through the living room, following his nose, curving around the arched wall where he spotted her sitting on the counter in the kitchen. Her back was slightly hunched, defeat artistically splaying over the weakness in her muscles. Her cheeks were brushed red, eyes puffy, smile warm but forced. She'd been crying. "Kagome."

Just the concern in his tone had her chipping away, little-by-little, like a sculpture being molded but the artist was hammering too aggressively for smooth beauty. It was almost as bad as being asked, "Are you okay?" Because everyone could attest that that one question was powerful enough to bring the mightiest being to their knees to cry. Her lips fell into a deep frown, and her chin quivered, and she couldn't talk because the rock in her throat was too hard to swallow, but she communicated to him by holding her arms out.

And immediately, Inuyasha dropped everything in his hands and closed the gap between them. Her legs opened so he could press perfectly against her and he took her in his arms, wrapping her in the most tight and comforting hug he could conjure. She shook in his hold, her entire body quaking against him, almost bringing him to sway, himself. Her pain was his pain. Her tears were his downfall. Small fingers gripped the shirt over his back, sobs and gasps breaking through her clenched throat, and the liquid soaking his shoulder seared like boiling water being poured over that singular spot. His thoughts raced as he desperately tried to figure out what plagued her. Stress? Quarrels? Illness? Bad news?

"What happened?" He softly asked, kissing her hair. Kagome shook her head, firming her grasp and sniffling heartbreakingly. "Is this something I can fix?"

Again, she shook her head, crying just a little harder. Her reactions were all so uncontrollable, her body and mind aching for an ounce of relief from the invisible shelf of weight she'd been carrying. She didn't expect to fold so easily, thinking she could swallow it all in the presence of Inuyasha for the third day in a row. Yet, here she was, her upper body being completely supported by this man who loved her so much; something she could see but just couldn't feasibly wrap her head around with the dense toxicity convincing her the opposite. A beacon of light in her tunnel of nightmares. Arms warm and strong and never faltering around her unsteady frame. There wasn't a lick of irritation in his tone, even though she expected it when she couldn't give him an answer. He was so patient when she couldn't stand to be patient with herself. He was so tender when she hadn't even been able to bring herself to look in the mirror for more than five seconds at a time.

For as long as she needed, he stood there, holding her, breathing deeply to try and moderate her own lungs, only parting briefly to turn off the stove and silence the bubbling water before inching her chin up to look at him. Gently, he wiped the stains from her cheeks, new streaks taking over that he carefully smoothed away thereafter. He kissed the center of her forehead, long and lingering, wishing to convey just how much he adored her with the single gesture. He'd repeat himself as many times as needed.

"Was it me?"

Kagome shook her head fervently.

"Was it someone else?"

A mellow shake of her head.

"Are you just sad?"

She swallowed thickly, her expression of sorrow deepening as she nodded.

"About what, baby?"

And she shrugged. Surprisingly, he understood exactly what that meant. Inuyasha knew the complexities of the human mind and heart, and how it sometimes seemed like everything was as shitty as it could possibly get. No matter how hard you tried, or how positive you stayed, it was impossible to be perfectly okay all the time.

The stone cold truth was, it was perfectly okay to not be okay.

You don't always need a reason.

And believe it or not, no reason was reason enough.

Helping her down from the counter, he took her hands, both of them, and guided her towards their bedroom. She'd stopped weeping, but the tears still glided down her face. He knew that with so much stress, and hiccups, and trembling, and sadness came exhaustion and a headache straight from hell. So he got out a shirt of his own for her to don and tucked her within the heaviness of their comforter. He grabbed a glass of water, the bottle of ibuprofen, set them on the bedside table, and turned on the tv for background noise.

He refrained from asking anymore questions for the time being. He knew she wasn't hungry, and forcing food down her throat while her chest still slightly heaved would only make her sick. He'd wait her out a little while, until she calmed and stilled, and he'd order a pizza with her favorite toppings - because there was no way he was leaving her side long enough to make her a meal, himself. Absolute not. He'd have her sip her water, and if her head began to throb, the meds were inches away. And as he kicked off his shoes and crawled into bed with her, the frail woman curled into him so quickly; speaking volumes of what she wanted. To be held. To be soothed. To feel the sturdiness of someone's unfaltering support.

Inuyasha caressed back her hair before tucking himself closer so she would mold against his body, his fingers trailing in and out of her dark strands of untidy waves, up and down the arch of her spine. "You're okay." He whispered. "Everything's okay."

He felt her shudder, her breath hot against his chest.

She needed to hear that.

She'd probably been desperate to hear it.

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unnursvanablog · 4 years

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Peninsula: Movie Review.

Spoiler free.

Train to Busan is one of the most enjoyable movies that have seen come out of South Korea the last few years, and one of the best zombie movies ever. The story is so simple and so straightforward and tight, the pacing is just excellent, the action and the horror works well together with the more emotional scenes. It just seems to be able to strike a good balance.

The story in Train to Busan has a good heart with the father-daughter thing at its core. You really do care about those characters while also just being amazing action-horror with a really simple yet effective story that is incredibly fun to watch. And it is really re-watchable.

It was always going to be hard topping that movie and I knew the sequel would never truly manage to live up to it. But I was very hopeful and when I went to the cinemas to see it I was just hoping to have a really fun time.

Peninsula is not Train to Busan in any sense. It does not even come close. It has none of the charms of the first movie and it just feels like it's trying too hard to seem bigger and better, when the simplicity of Train to Busan and the whole movie just taking place in a very limited space was what really made the movie work and gave it that charm and this urge to survive that was really earnest and intense. Peninsula just wanted to much, with the action and the CGI but it totally lacked the story for me. As well as the characters.

The story, what is supposed to be the driving force of the movie and the thing that hook us (and not just people shooting zombies), just wasn't strong enough. Or really that good. It almost didn't feel like it was about anything as we follow so many characters that don't get a chance to shine in an over bloated story as they get limited screen time due to everything else that's also happening, or get that much depth so we actually care about them.

And sure, the movie tries super hard to queue up those emotional scenes that it had and did well in the first movie. But the problem is that none of it really feels earned because we have not spent enough time with a lot of these characters and therefor it just all falls flat. It feels like the movie is telling me to feel sad, while not actually putting in the work of making me sad.

There were some actions scenes that I really thought were cool and fun to watch. But after a while they just feel a bit too much or just the same. It is just people driving cars fast at zombies or shooting them with guns. And my issue with that sort of action might just be that I really do not like guns and I find it really boring to watch people just relentlessly shooting people (or undead people) with them.

People trying to kill each other with swords, magic, or some sort of superpowers? yes, can watch that again and again. But something about people shooting each other like they did here in Peninsula gives me no thrill. I just feel bored.

Train to Busan really made it all about survival and people just being desperate to survive and using whatever they could on that train to do so. This one does not manage that at all. Possibly because the scope of it all was too big. The action to felt so empty. And I know that there is only so much you can do with zombies, but Train to Busan showed us how it could be done. I have seen other movies were people really make that work, while also telling human stories along the way, while Peninsula was just a big blockbuster action-horror and nothing else. It was just made to make money.

#Movie Reviews #movie review #peninsula #I have been thinking about doing more movie reviews #but I also am not a huge movie person

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shipaholic · 4 years

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Omens Universe, Chapter 2 Part 2

Link to next part at the end.

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(last part)

(chrono)

Chapter 2, cont.

Where am I?

White. Nothing but a clean, white void.

Aziraphale blinked, slowly. He was standing, which meant he had legs. Good to know.

Infinite whiteness stretched in every direction. He looked up. No ceiling. He stood on something solid, but suspected if he looked down, he would only see blank white space.

He had a vague sense that everything was fine, and a nagging underlying fear that it wasn’t. He peered over his shoulder. He got the dim impression of a pack of bodies behind him, all human-sized, more or less, but blurry as shadows.

He turned back around, and saw he had arrived at a desk. A stack of forms was in front of him, filled out already in his handwriting.

Nearly done, a bored voice said. No-one spoke the words aloud. They were projected straight into his head. It felt like his brain was vibrating at an uncomfortable frequency.

He looked down again and saw a pen in his hand. He signed his name on the form at the top of the stack. It gave a gentle chime and disappeared. He assumed he should keep going, so he signed the next one down. Each fresh page recorded his name and vanished to the aether.

That was a long queue, wasn’t it? he said. It seemed rude not to make conversation.

Forty days and forty nights, said the bored voice.

Aziraphale had somehow already reached the bottom of the pile of forms. When he signed the last one, his signature glowed white before vanishing, leaving an afterimage on his retinas.

The desk melted away. The sterile white bubble around him faded.

Sudden panic gripped him. Where am I? he tried again, but the room shrunk to nothing, and he ascended

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He opened his eyes. It was painfully bright. He realised it was his own body, glowing like metal in a mold before it cooled and settled into its new form.

The light faded. He touched down gently on something solid.

He was on a flat, wide plain. It smelled of ozone and mud, and was squishy underfoot. It was the floodplain, he realised - only it wasn’t flooded any more. Just a bit damp. Piles of driftwood and debris littered the landscape. A nagging wind sighed among the dunes, doing a feeble job of drying them out.

Aziraphale’s gaze drifted to his right and took in an unwelcome sight.

“Ah,” he said, guiltily.

“Aziraphale.” The Archangel Gabriel gave him a once-over. “You’re back.”

“Yes.” Aziraphale patted himself down. His clothing had updated itself. The turban was a bit daring. As he took inventory, he remembered selecting each article of clothing as if from a dream. “Sorry, everything’s a bit fuzzy…”

Despite his brand new body, he still felt as though he were turning up late for a staff meeting covered in a patina of sand. Gabriel seemed even taller and squarer-jawed than when Aziraphale last saw him. His gem was in his right eye. It regarded Aziraphale with a blank, unsettling scrutiny. The iris was opaque, lavender, and cut in the shape of a diamond.

“You didn’t make it back to the ark,” Gabriel said.

“No. I was discorporated.”

Everything returned to Aziraphale in one cold jolt. The humans. Crawly. The unspeakable thing they did. He pasted on a smile. Gabriel returned one that was equally fake.

“Well, not to worry. We reassigned the others to cover your duties. I’m sure you’ll make it up to them somehow.”

Aziraphale winced. “Right. Good-o.”

“Just be a little more careful next time? Remember, your corporation is a gift from the Almighty.”

Gabriel’s even teeth gleamed in the wan sunlight. They were the whitest, cleanest thing on the floodplain. They gave Aziraphale a headache.

“It seemed to take a long time - my reformation,” he blurted. “Any reason for that?”

There was a barely noticeable pause.

“We were busy with admin,” Gabriel said, smoothly. “For the Flood? Your application must have got pushed to the back of the queue.”

“I see,” Aziraphale said, stonily.

Gabriel smiled once more, with the bored quality that meant this conversation would draw to a close now. “OK, keep up the good work! Bye.”

He put his hands together in prayer. A choir sang out a rising chord, and with a flash of light, he ascended to Heaven.

Aziraphale did not flip him off. He wiped some gunk off his gem instead.

He looked around at the mostly dried-out desert and tried to get his bearings. Everywhere was damp stretches of sand as far as the eye could see.

He picked a direction at random and started walking.

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He didn’t get far before someone called out to him. “Hey! Angel!”

Aziraphale stopped. He had kept trying to think where the nearest settlement was, then remembering they were all gone. He was in no mood for a confrontation. He let Crawly catch up to him, anyway.

The demon looked the same as when Aziraphale last saw him. He hadn’t been discorporated, then.

“Found you!” Crawly tried to fall into step beside Aziraphale. He had to awkwardly jog in place instead when Aziraphale didn’t move.

“Well-spotted,” Aziraphale replied, flatly.

If Crawly noticed the lack of friendliness, he bulldozed on, regardless. “I must have flown over the same bit of ocean fifty times. At least, I assume it was the same bit. Not a lot of landmarks. Where have you been? I only came back this way because some idiot beamed down with the whole trumpets and bolts of fire routine. Should have known it was Gabriel, he wouldn’t know inconspicuous if it threw him a parade. Which it wouldn’t, that’s the whole point of being inconspicuous...”

He trailed off. A frosty silence settled upon them.

Crawly coughed. “Something wrong?”

Aziraphale felt suddenly furious. He rounded on Crawly. “What the hell was that back there?”

Crawly blinked. “Back -? You mean…?” He did an impression with his hands of two supernatural beings combining into a single larger one. [1]

“What else would I mean?”

Crawly blinked again, slower. [2] “And… you’re… upset?”

“I’m angry!”

Crawly squinted at him, like he was genuinely trying to comprehend. “So you are. Doesn’t suit you.”

“You have no idea what suits me. We hardly know each other.” This was surely true. Aziraphale had acquaintances in Heaven from before time officially began. Not that their interactions had ever been deep. Crawly was nothing to him.

Crawly just scoffed. “I spent six hours riding to head office with you while you moaned about your head falling off, I think I know you pretty well. OK, fine,” he said quickly, as Aziraphale turned to leave. “Let’s start again. Angel. I’m glad to see you. I’ve been looking all over for you. We need to talk. Or get drunk, or something.”

“I will not get drunk with you, Crawly. You’re the enemy. I’m not suicidal.”

“Wow. Fine then, we can talk sober.”

“There’s nothing to talk about!”

“Are you joking?” Crawly gestured with both arms, as if the amount of disbelief in his body needed to be physically ejected. “Back there, in the Flood, we - we fused!”

Aziraphale whipped around, half-expecting one of his supervisors to descend from on high to smite them both. “Keep your voice down!” he hissed.

Crawly ignored him. “We turned into a giant superpowered thing with a shield and wings everywhere and amazing hair. And you don’t want to talk about it?”

Sense memory rolled over Aziraphale. For a moment he was huge and powerful and streaking through raindrops over a roiling sea. Crawly was right, their hair was amazing.

He shook himself. “You’ve gone mad. Fusing? We’re supposed to be on opposite sides!”

“But don’t you see what this means? If angels and demons can fuse, it changes everything. Maybe there shouldn’t even be sides!”

Aziraphale looked into the demon’s gleaming eyes. He shivered.

“Of course there needs to be sides,” he said, automatically.

Crawly glared at him. The anger rose in the angel again. How dare Crawly do this? When the Earth was only a thousand years old, and needed him, needed Heaven’s guidance?

“You chose a side.” Aziraphale’s voice got stronger. “You rebelled. You tempt people. You’re tempting me. If I can fuse with you, I must be doing something very wrong.”

Hurt flashed on Crawly’s face. Aziraphale hardened his heart.

“I think it best we avoid each other for the rest of our time on Earth,” he said.

Crawly made a noise of disbelief. “Avoid each other? How? We’re on assignment to thwart each other.”

The bitterness in Crawly’s voice was painful. Aziraphale soldiered on. “Consider it a non-interference policy. Keep to our assignments and mind our own business.”

“So I sow infernal wiles while you spread peace and light on the other side of the river?” Crawly gave a hollow laugh. “Hell of an arrangement.”

“Call it whatever you like.” Aziraphale pulled his freshly altered robes around himself and brushed off imaginary particles of grit. “Just stay away from me.”

Crawly fell back. Aziraphale looked everywhere but at his face. He turned on his heel and marched [3] away across the soggy plain.

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[1] It was quite impressive.

[2] For him, this was a lot of blinking.

[3] Squelched, really, but that undermined the solemnity of the moment.

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(Chapter 3, Part 1)

#omens universe fic #omens universe #good omens fic #good omens #steven universe

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taggedmemes · 5 years

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SENTENCE MEME ⟶ THE GOOD PLACE / 3.01 –– 3.03 always feel free to tweak the sentence to fit your muse.

“I believe that they would have become good people if they’d just gotten a push in the right direction.”

“I reserve the right to change my mind at any point.”

“If you want to get around, you’ll just have to take a bus or something.”

“It was everything I ever imagined.”

“Now we just sit back and watch as they become better people.”

“What’s one thing people don’t know about you?”

“If we’re married, legally you can’t arrest me.”

“Our biggest exports are racist sheriffs and HPV.”

“I fell back into my old trash bag ways.”

“Don’t flatter yourself, pal.”

“I’m just some hot rando that walked in off he street.”

“I was frozen, unable to make a single decision, andI almost got crushed by an air conditioner.”

“[Name], your brain is broken.”

“This is where the magic happens.”

“I argue that we choose to be good because of our bonds with other people.”

“I haven’t been this happy since.. Oh, wow. I’ve never been happy.”

“I was using the leg press at the gym, and you know how your legs bend a certain way? My legs bend the other way now.”

“Sometimes, when you’re feeling helpless, the secret is to help someone else.”

“The next time someone asks for help, say yes.”

“Whenever anyone tells me a story about their life, I always imagine all the people as being super hot.”

“Goodness isn’t something that a person just inherently has.”

“Choose something deeply terrible to inspire us.”

“When I first read ‘Aristotle’ I thought it was like ‘Chipotle’.”

“Knowing the two of your nerds, your first kiss is going to be while reading Plato in an MRI machine.”

“You once told me that your greatest accomplishment was breaking into [name’s] house.”

“I wanted to kiss you last night, but I chickened out, so I’m going to kiss you now.”

“You really have all these idiots fooled.”

“How dare you insinuate that I’m not authentic.”

“I have to change my life.”

“Remember that thing I said about no more crime? That’s over now.”

“I’m only saying this because I love you.”

“I know exactly what you mean.”

“How’s [name]? Are they still cute?”

“Everything is going according to plan, and nothing is going differently from the plan, so it’s good.”

“Kinda reminds me of the tanning booth I lost my virginity in.”

“This is something bad. Something very dark and evil.”

“He is a diabolical, sadistic agent of evil.”

“He might just be the single most dangerous creature in the universe.”

“Alright, new guy coming in strong with free dessert.”

“What a grim death that would have been.”

“You haven’t responded to any of the dank memes I sent.”

“Do you think taking a spider in an MRI machine will give you superpowers?”

“I’m currently formulating a better comeback to your burn and it’s gonna devastate you.”

“I think I’m gonna find the nearest bar and have one or eight drinks.”

“I will go physically pick them up, I guess, and then walk back here with my feet.”

“Humans only live 80 years and they spend so much of it just waiting for things to be over.”

“I’m bad at lying now! That used to be my thing.”

“Every part of my body is either too dry or too wet.”

“That’s such a good point that I’m gonna go think about how good a point that is over there by myself for several minutes.”

“You should go home and never come back.”

“I could kick him with my soft feet.”

“I kind of thought that you and I were becoming actual friends.”

“I’m going to get you a hot tea, or a regular temperature xanax.”

“The closest thing I could find to herbal tea was a root beer and I had them throw it in the microwave.”

“This morning, you bit into a raw egg like it was an apple.”

“I wouldn’t blame you should you ostracize me for my boorish behavior.”

“I forgot where I lived, but then I looked across the street and there was a motel, and behind that there was a dumpster. I slept in a dumpster.”

“My whole life has been a torture chamber of indecision.”

“Do you know how much weird stuff has happened because of your little experiment?”

“Whatever it is, it’s your fault!”

“I’m like a printer when the print queue suddenly starts processing all the unprinted documents.”

#rp meme #roleplay meme #sentence meme #sentence starters #starter sentences #KIND / SENTENCE.#BASED ON / TV SHOW.#KIND / IN CHARACTER.

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violetsmoak · 5 years

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maybe this is how it starts [2/?]

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Author’s Note: Sorry it took so long since the last update. I ended up deciding not to pants this thing and just do whatever with the chapters, but I went and found an honest-to-goodness plot. Go me! So, to further said plot, have some Jason and Roy Bromance. Because as far as I’m concerned, the best jaytim fics I’ve read always have Roy and Jason doing their girl-talk thing.

The Red Hood’s base of operations is in a bomb shelter beneath the One Police Plaza in Gotham. It’s chilly inside, which doesn’t bother Jason under normal circumstances, but then everything is pissing him off today.

There are a lot of things Jason has learned to endure over the years—torture, death, total mental and physical exhaustion, unending moral dilemmas…

All of them are just more of what life has to throw at him and what he responds to with a smirk and the middle finger. Physical limitations are something for lesser men—men who were never trained by Batman or the League of Assassins.

And yet…

If there’s anything that might drive him almost to the point of Lazarus-Pit-crazy, it’s itching.

“It’s decided. I’m going to kill Ivy,” he growls, slopping another handful of aloe vera over the expanse of his arm, leaning back so as not to drip the green gel onto his keyboard.

Whatever was in the venom from the vampire-plant hybrids, the rash has lingered for the whole week without a sign of improving. He has a peevish hope that Tim is having a worse time of it, since it’s his fault Jason is even in this situation to begin with.

Can’t even fucking go on patrol without wanting to tear my skin off every goddamn minute.

He’s been trying to fill the time doing the whole research schtick for a few of his ongoing cases but has barely even been able to focus on that. It’s irritating and leaves him alone with his thoughts much more than he’s comfortable with.

It’s been three months of pushing down any acknowledgement of what happened. That for the first time in his life, Dick Grayson is dead. Not somewhere being Nightwing or filling in as Batman, but dead. His predecessor-mentor-not-brother-but-yeah-sorta-brother got himself unmasked and killed.

Jason is not entirely sure how to deal with the new reality, and it’s possible he’s been more adrift than he would ever admit. But the cure to that is denial and distraction, which is why when the giant screen in front of him fills up with a picture of Roy making finger guns, he accepts the vid call.

“I swear to God, Roy, if you’re calling to tell me you’ve been evicted again and need money,” he trails off, feigning annoyance despite being glad for the interruption.

“Hello to you too, sweetheart,” his best friend replies dryly, fiddling with something metallic and sprouting wires. He squints at Jason. “Dude, what’s with your arm? That rash is fugly.”

“Compliments of a soon-to-be-dead Poison Ivy and an idiot in a cape.”

“Heh. Which idiot?”

“The one who’s supposed to be the smart one.”

Roy raises an eyebrow, but doesn’t ask for clarification, either because he knows who Jason is talking about or because he knows he won’t get an answer. “That’s more polite than you’d usually put it. You feelin’ okay?”

“No, I’m not feeling okay, I’ve spent the last week scratching my nuts off!”

“Man, come on! TMI!”

“You know what I mean.” Jason rubs his back against his chair, seeking relief from a spot he can’t reach to scratch. “Fuck Ivy…”

“I thought you liked Ivy.”

“Respect. I respect Ivy. I don’t like her.”

“How did you even end up running into her? I mean, greenspaces aren’t exactly your thing.”

“I told you already, I was saving the moron in the cape. Who’s damn lucky I did, because I wasn’t even going to take that route last night.”

All because he’d (not that he’d admit it) been thinking about Dick. Which he had been for months now, a fact which he’s pretty sure influenced him to help Bruce and the rest of them go on that suicide mission to get back Damian Wayne’s body. He’s still a little in shock that the whole thing ended in the kid’s resurrection and not a second explosive and painful death. But then, he’s living proof that it’s possible, so maybe he shouldn’t be.

Roy must sense the direction of his thoughts, because he changes the subject. “So, have you given anymore thought to that idea I had?”

Jason gives himself a mental shake.

“No. Because going after Kori reeks of desperation, and you’re better than that.”

“Am I? Am I really?” Jason exchanges looks with Roy, who then sighs. “Fine. So how long are you hanging around Gotham? Because, by my count, this is the longest consecutive amount of time you’ve spent there since before you died. Family hasn’t grounded you, have they?”

Jason scowls. “They’re not my family.”

“Right, okay, sure. That’s why whenever there’s a fart jammed out that way, you go running—shit!” One of the devices he’s working on emits a minor explosion.

“I go back because it’s my city and I have stuff to take care of.”

Rapists and human traffickers won’t break their own kneecaps.

“And because the Bats are your family.”

“I’m going to shoot you.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time.”

“That was an accident, and you know it. This time it would be on purpose,” Jason grunts, using the heel of his hand against his arm. He winces when the action brings on equal parts of relief and pain, since his skin’s already been clawed almost raw.

Roy snorts in disbelief.

Jason pauses for another moment, considering his best friend, and then decides what the hell, they aren’t the type to keep secrets from each other.

“Demon brat’s alive,” he says at last.

Roy startles, dropping his soldering iron. “Whoa. No shit?”

He was the one who showed up to drag Jason out of the bars he’d practically destroyed in the days directly following the kid’s death. He knows the exact depths to which Jason was or wasn’t affected.

“No shit. It was this whole…thing. Ninjas and boom tubes and a Chaos Shard.” He doesn’t mention the overly-sentimental team-up with the Bats, or the surreal “birthday” dinner afterward. Damian and Tim had been almost pleasant to each other, and Jason had caught Bruce watching him with such overwhelming gratitude in his eyes he’d had to duck out early.

It’s still weird to him when he sees anything other than judgement in the older man’s eyes.

Roy whistles. “Damn. He okay?”

“I didn’t really stick around for the group therapy session. I’d say so—the little shit got superpowers when he woke up. I figured I should make myself scarce before he took it into his head to throw me like a javelin.”

“Didn’t we do that once with Kori?”

“Kori’s end goal wouldn’t be for me to go splat.”

“Not unless you left the toilet seat up again.”

“That was you.”

“Can’t prove it.”

“Of the two of us, who was practically raised by a British butler that wields guilt and disapproval like the Lasso of Truth? You think I will ever in my life dare to leave a toilet seat up?”

Roy sniggers and Jason smirks, and the tension hanging in the wake of their conversation fades somewhat. Humor is how they have always dealt with this kind of stuff.

“Still, that’s pretty heavy,” Roy says after a beat, reaching for a pair of wire strippers and electric tape. “I get why you’ve been hanging around there. I mean, what is this, three out of four now? Four out of five?”

“Huh?”

“Dead Robins. You should start a club.”

“Who says we haven’t?” Jason grumbles. “I’m the goddamn president.”

“I’m just saying, I see why you’re staying. Going by the balance of probability, the moron in the cape is probably next. It’s, like, his turn or something. So I get it—you want to keep an eye out.”

Jason narrows his eyes. “Drake’s not going to die if I have anything to say about it. No one gets to kill my replacement except me. When I feel like it.”

If I feel like it.

He and Tim have sort of come to an understanding of sorts in the past few years, if only in a professional sort of way. Exchanging information or giving the heads-up on a rogue showing up in each other’s territory. Occasionally sharing a bite to eat.

And saving each other’s lives, apparently.

The idea that a grisly death awaits Tim just because he had the misfortune of being a Robin bothers Jason more than he likes.

“When you feel like it?” Roy prompts. “You’re just trying to sound tough to cover up the other thing.”

“What other thing?”

“The thing where you feel like you have to step into big brother’s shoes now,” Roy informs him. “With Dick gone, that’s you, man.”

Jason physically jerks away from the screen, staring at Roy. “Fuck no. That’s not my deal.”

“If you say so.”

And just…no.

He jokes about it, sure. Calls them ‘bro’ or makes pointed remarks related to family or siblings, but it’s always tongue-in-cheek and more mocking than serious. It’s just to get a rise out of them, to remind them how he really doesn’t fit in with Bruce’s messed up idea of a ‘family’.

Besides, he’s pretty sure even if he wanted it, he’d be a shit older brother—he doesn’t have any of Dick’s likeability or sense of responsibility or general concern for everyone’s welfare. And Bruce’s kids all have their own level of fucked-up that, coupled with his own many and varied list of issues, could very well land them all in Arkham.

No way he’s going back there.

“Sorry, you’re breaking up,” Jason says flatly, and terminates the call before Roy can get too smug or think he’s actually on to something. He glares at the blank screen for a few minutes, and then queues up all the overseas cases he’s been flagging the past week.

Time to get the hell out of dodge. Before I get called to babysit or something…

Tim is not keeping tabs on anyone.

At least, no more than usual.

The myriad of windows open on his workplace computer screen, showing several different sources of surveillance footage, is simply his method for remaining prepared for whatever crisis is inevitably coming.

(There’s always a crisis coming.)

And he’s definitely not watching out for Jason, even if his eyes keep drifting toward the grainy image of the Red Hood followed by traffic cams in Montreal, where he’s infiltrated a human-trafficking operation.

Tim justifies it as pre-emptive damage control, in case he needs to send someone to save Jason from himself.

(Never mind that Tim never did this before three months ago, never mind that Jason’s mellowed out a lot in the past two years and has developed something almost in the realm of good judgement, never mind that—)

As if to make the point to himself, Tim focusses his attention on the other windows. Damian at Wayne Manor, singlehandedly lifting the roof onto what appears to be a new pet enclosure while Alfred watches, bemused. The kid still has superpowers, which is another mark against the existence of a higher power—what kind of benevolent force would give the brat heat vision?

Bruce isn’t in Gotham; last Tim heard, he’s gone to the Hall of Justice, probably to figure out how to drain off Damian’s powers. There are no camera there (and if there were, Bruce would probably have disabled them by now), but the tracer Tim slipped into the cowl the last time they met is still going strong.

Tim pretends he doesn’t know that Bruce knows he put it there; he hates feeling like he’s being humored.

Steph is in class, Cass is out of the country, Barbara is at a information management conference in Metropolis.

They’re all fine.

And he’s not keeping tabs.

He just has to be ready. In case he needs to shut down the power for a city block or remotely cut camera feed, if it looks like someone is about to die or be unmasked.

Not again. Never again. Not like Dick, won’t let it happen—

The speaker on his office phone trills. “Mr. Wayne? Your eight o’clock is here.”

Tim shakes off his disjointed thoughts and reaches for the intercom button. “Send him in.”

Warrick Powers has a face Tim would very much like to punch.

Maybe if he was in uniform, he would find an excuse, but at the moment, he is fully immersed in his Timothy Drake-Wayne persona. Any attack on the CEO of Powers Technology would not only bring a few dozen lawyers down on him and Wayne Enterprises, but it would also wreak havoc on Tim’s image as a feeble, recovering cripple.

Which would be a waste, since he’s been cultivating that image for over two years.

His crutches are long gone, but he still carries a cane with him everywhere for ‘bad days’. It’s not even really a lie, since there are mornings after he hasn’t slept in thirty-six hours where he needs something to fidget with. Some kind of prop to offer a believable reason for his pauses. It’s better if people think he’s reliving the shooting that supposedly injured him, rather than pay attention to the obvious sleep deprivation or concealed injuries.

“Tim! Great to see you again,” Powers declares in a false voice that would do even Brucie Wayne proud. “Glad you could fit me in this morning.”

“It just so happened I needed to speak to you about something,” Tim replies with an insubstantial smile.

“Excellent, excellent,” Powers says vaguely, by-passing the usual polite handshake and sprawling in one of the chairs across from Tim. He hasn’t said so out loud, but it clearly bothers him having to do business with a teenager. “I just wanted to come by and tell you that our little project is right on schedule. Ahead of it, in fact…”

Out of the corner of his eye he watches the footage of Jason outside a restaurant in Chinatown and he suppresses the urge to swear.

The idiot had better not be messing with the Ghost Dragons, because I cannot deal with that right now.

Though, the older man is in civvies, so it’s entirely possible he’s just grabbing lunch.

And…nope. Wishful thinking. Damn it, Jason.

If his suspicions about what’s about to happen onscreen are correct, Tim’s going to have to put an end to this meeting faster than he expected.

Powers is still rambling.

“…we could move up the launch by a month or two without sacrificing quality. Maybe even release it as a limited-edition prototype. For a higher price, of course, but people have been waiting on this model for five years now, they’d pay for it.”

The older man chuckles; it doesn’t reach his eyes, which remain cold and calculating as a snake’s. The overall effect makes Tim’s skin crawl, in a different way from the lingering phantom itch of Ivy’s toxin.

(Stupid mistake. Shouldn’t have been anywhere near Robinson Park without backup, even if it was recon. Another stupid mistake—)

“Thank you for the progress report, Mr. Powers,” Tim says, cutting his thoughts off before they can become too rambling, “but that was not the reason I agreed to see you today.”

“Oh?” Powers looks politely interested.

“I received a tip two weeks ago from a concerned individual that Powers Tech has been dumping toxic waste,” Tim tells him, careful to keep his inflection mild. The term ‘concerned individual’ is loose, but it was Ivy that mentioned it to him and told him to fix it or she would. He doesn’t remember if that was before or after she let her plants have their fun, though. “We take that kind of accusation very seriously. The entire reason Wayne Enterprises agreed to collaborate with your company was because you’ve boasted about your eco-friendly containment practices.”

Powers expression doesn’t betray anything; in fact, the way his eyebrows raise, and his mouth turns downward in confusion, anyone else might consider him legitimately affronted.

“And you believed it? Come on, Tim, I’m sure WE gets half a dozen similar accusations a week. It’s just the granola movement trying to shut down our operations. They’d be happy if we still did things the Amish way.”

“Maybe. But those accusations don’t usually come with evidence to back them up.” Tim slides several folders across the desk. “Only a percentage of your industrial waste is being disposed of responsibly, I imagine for publicity’s sake; the rest, you’re burying in the sublevels of your main facility.”

Powers lips thin ever so slightly. “Hearsay.”

“We do our due diligence in these matters. Some of your employees were willing to confirm the report—anonymous now, but willing to come forward in the event of a formal investigation,” Tim says. “There was also an undercover investigation commissioned by…outside parties.”

No need to admit he was the outside party.

“The results indicate that not only are your containment measures insufficient, but the run-off from that waste is close to entering the groundwater, which could jeopardize Gotham’s entire water supply. Possibly even on a global scale if it gets to the ocean and reacts with the salt water.” He holds his hands in front of him. “I’ve held back on having this released to the public as a curtesy to you to get your affairs in order today.”

“What?” Powers growls and there’s not even an attempt to keep his charming mask on.

“I’ve asked you here so that we can finalize the dissolution of Wayne Enterprises partnership with Powers Tech,” Tim continues. “It’s a fairly cut and dried situation, so there was no need to call in the board.”

“That isn’t going to happen—”

“In exchange for an uncontested dissolution of our agreement and a clear plan to fix the problem, I continue to keep this information from going public—along with several other discrepancies I’ve discovered in your company, many of which are such blatant health-code violations that if they’re made public, you’ll be declaring bankruptcy by nine o’clock tonight. Personally, that isn’t the path I’d choose; your recent indiscretions aside, Powers Tech has the potential to do great things—if it’s being run by someone with half a conscience.”

Which you clearly don’t possess.

“You’d do well to watch your tone, boy,” Powers growls. “Does your father know the career suicide you’re committing right now?”

“He trusts my judgement or I wouldn’t be sitting at this desk,” Tim shrugs, unconcerned, and slides two more folders across. “These are to dissolve our partnership. Feel free to have your lawyers look it over, but I am serious about the nine o’clock deadline. If you intend to keep your company operating for the foreseeable future, you will sign it and send it over before then. You’ll also make an announcement that you intend to step down from your position as CEO, since you are taking full blame for your company’s blatant disrespect for environmental laws.”

“I will do no such thing! That’s tantamount to an admission of guilt—and I have no intention of going to jail over these…these fabricated accusations.”

“The choice is yours, of course. And you are pretty well-off, so even though this is an open-shut case, I’m sure you’ll land in a white-collar institution that’s nicer than most of Gotham’s criminals enjoy. But make no mistake—either you come forward on your own, which will be helpful in negotiating a lesser sentence, or you wait for the evening edition of the Gotham Gazette, which I know won’t paint you in a very favorable light.”

“This is blackmail.”

“Actually, it’s extortion,” Tim corrects him, reaching for his half-filled coffee cup. As Powers eyes gleam at him, a small smirk forming, Tim continues, “Oh, and just so you know, anything we’ve said in this meeting is completely confidential. I took the liberty of installing a scrambler in this office, which knocks out all mechanical devices. Your phone and the recorder in your pocket won’t have caught any of our conversation. To ensure neither of us chooses to play any unfortunate quotes out of context, of course.”

“Of course,” Power grunts tightly.

“I would go with the first option,” Tim says, switching back to the previous conversation with ease. “This way your company’s stocks won’t fall too badly. And this way your son has a chance of being a better man and better CEO than you. I look forward to discussing the changes with Derek at the Green Energy Expo in Hong Kong next week.”

Powers looks as if he’s about to jump across the table and throttle Tim, who casually reaches for his intercom, “Mr. Powers will be leaving early, please ensure someone can escort him down to the lobby.”

“I can find my own way,” Powers snaps, shoving his chair back and grabbing the folders Tim gave him. “And this isn’t over, you jumped-up little brat. You’re going to regret this.”

“I can’t tell you how many times I’ve heard that before,” Tim replies, adopting the cold, distant smile of Janet Drake. “Have a nice day, Mr. Powers.”

As soon as the older man has stormed from the office, Tim lets out a breath he hadn’t even noticed he was holding. It only occurs to him when the tight feeling in his chest dissipates. He leans back heavily in his chair, feeling like he’s run a marathon, which makes no sense. It’s not the first time he’s had to strongarm a partner or competitor.

He notices he has been bouncing his knee up and down under the desk, and scowls. Good thing Powers didn’t notice that, or he might have taken it as a weakness.

He’s hungry, but the effort involved in procuring food is too much. The stupid cane is not worth it, and despite his stomach complaining, he has no appetite. Not worth it.

On screen, Jason flips a table through the restaurant window.

Damage control, Tim decides, relegating his hunger to the back of his mind and preparing to scrub any footage of Jason’s activities. It’s not keeping tabs.

So, yeah, Tim’s in denial and Jason doesn’t do warm and fuzzy family feelings. And Roy is way more observant than he would like heehee.

Sorry there was a lack of direct jaytim interaction this chapter, but I’d kind of like this fic to be more than boy-broods-about-other-boy-every-chapter. I find it makes for a more authentic slow-build relationship if they also have other stuff going on in their lives. But next chapter, we shall have dialogue once more!

TBC

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#jaytim #jason todd #red hood #jaytim fanfic #roy harper #jaytim fic #fanfiction #batman fanfiction #bromance #witty repartee #snark #humor #banter #jason and roy are twisted sisters #slow build

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pink-chevalier · 5 years

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GET TO KNOW ME TAG

Thank you @omiscanking for tagging me! <3 (Sorry I did this so late, hunny!)

RULES: Post a pic of your simself with your traits and answer the questions! PS: My simself is so damn pretty while I’m here looking like trash.

Tags: @cosmic-espie @purplesimmer455 @stucksimming @cloud-9-sims @enniewritesathing @99simproblems @aboxfullofocs (If you were tagged and already did this I am so sorry!)

If you want read about me, all a&q before the cut!

1. WHAT IS YOUR FULL NAME? Chanel

2. WHAT IS YOUR NICKNAME? None

3. BIRTHDAY? October 12

4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE BOOK SERIES? I regret reading more fanfictions then books now. I don’t think it was a series, but I could be wrong. I read something called Evermore.

5. DO YOU BELIEVE IN ALIENS OR GHOSTS? Both.

6. WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE AUTHOR? I don’t have one. I tend to just read books.

7. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE RADIO STATION? Don't have any.

8. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FLAVOR OF ANYTHING? Strawberry or Chocolate.

9. WHAT WORD WOULD YOU USE OFTEN TO DESCRIBE SOMETHING GREAT OR WONDERFUL? “This is fucking amazing!”

10. WHAT IS YOUR CURRENT FAVORITE SONG? One Hundred Sleepless Nights by Pierce the Veil.

11. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE WORD? Goddamn it.

12. WHAT WAS THE LAST SONG YOU LISTENED TO? The opening song to season one of Tokyo Ghoul.

13. WHAT TV SHOW WOULD YOU RECOMMEND FOR EVERYBODY TO WATCH? I don’t really watch TV as much as I used to.

14. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE MOVIE TO WATCH WHEN YOU’RE FEELING DOWN? Hercules and Mulan.

15. DO YOU PLAY VIDEO GAMES? I play tons of video games.

16. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR? That something could be lurking in the dark. It gets super dark in my apartment, and I'm scared that something or someone could be in here without my knowledge.

17. WHAT IS YOUR BEST QUALITY, IN YOUR OPINION? How nice I am.

18. WHAT IS YOUR WORST QUALITY, IN YOUR OPINION? I can't make a damn decision to save my life.

19. DO YOU LIKE CATS OR DOGS BETTER? I lean towards the dog side.

20. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SEASON? Fall. It's not too cold, and it's not too hot.

21. ARE YOU IN A RELATIONSHIP? I'm single as all hell.

22. WHAT IS SOMETHING YOU MISS FROM YOUR CHILDHOOD? Not having to worry about the future as much and stressing over debt. I miss just playing with my friends and thinking that long division was hard.

23. WHO IS YOUR BEST FRIEND? Stuffy (nickname). We met in high school, and we stuck together like glue.

24. WHAT IS YOUR EYE COLOR? Dark Brown.

25. WHAT IS YOUR HAIR COLOR? Very dark brown, almost black.

26. WHO IS SOMEONE YOU LOVE? I love my family, my friends, the simblr community.

27. WHO IS SOMEONE YOU TRUST? My best friend.

28. WHO IS SOMEONE YOU THINK ABOUT OFTEN? now, a good friend who passed away this year…

29. ARE YOU CURRENTLY EXCITED ABOUT/FOR SOMETHING? For one of my French classes, we're going to take a trip to Canada so I'm super excited about that.

30. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST OBSESSION? Tumblr!

31. WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE TV SHOW AS A CHILD? I have two: Courage the Cowardly Dog and TMNT.

32. WHO OF THE OPPOSITE GENDER CAN YOU TELL ANYTHING TO, IF ANYONE? One of my cousins.

33. ARE YOU SUPERSTITIOUS? Just a tiny little bit.

34. DO YOU HAVE ANY UNUSUAL PHOBIAS? Roaches. I will set my whole damn apartment on fire if I ever find big ass roach just crawling around like it owns the damn place.

35. DO YOU PREFER TO BE IN FRONT OF THE CAMERA OR BEHIND IT? Behind it.

36. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE HOBBY? Writing and working on my queue.

37. WHAT WAS THE LAST BOOK YOU READ? The Odyssey

38. WHAT WAS THE LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? Aquaman!

39. WHAT MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS DO YOU PLAY, IF ANY? Snare drum.

40. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ANIMAL? Wolves.

41. WHAT ARE YOUR TOP 5 FAVORITE TUMBLR BLOGS THAT YOU FOLLOW? I have too many that I follow (stalk).

42. WHAT SUPERPOWER DO YOU WISH YOU HAD? Time Travel.

43. WHEN AND WHERE DO YOU FEEL MOST AT PEACE? In the shower or just laying down in bed under a ton of blankets.

44. WHAT MAKES YOU SMILE? A lot of things. If my baby cousin does something cute, my dog being silly, or something stupid my best friend and I did while playing a game.

45. WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY, IF ANY? I'm not good at sports.

46. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE DRINK? Strawberry Soda.

47. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WROTE A HAND-WRITTEN LETTER OR NOTE TO SOMEBODY? Before the winter vacation, my friend and I were passing notes to each other.

48. ARE YOU AFRAID OF HEIGHTS? Depends on how high up I am.

49. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST PET PEEVE? When people are in my damn way even when I said excuse me.

50. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN TO A CONCERT? Nope.

51. ARE YOU VEGAN/VEGETARIAN? Nope.

52. WHEN YOU WERE LITTLE, WHAT DID YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GREW UP? I think I wanted to be either a fireman or president.

53. WHAT FICTIONAL WORLD WOULD YOU LIKE TO LIVE IN? I can’t think of any off of the top of my head.

54. WHAT IS SOMETHING YOU WORRY ABOUT? I worry about a lot of things.

55. ARE YOU SCARED OF THE DARK? I'm scared of what's inside the dark.

56. DO YOU LIKE TO SING? Yup.

57. HAVE YOU EVER SKIPPED SCHOOL? Yup.

58. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PLACE ON THE PLANET? My bedroom.

59. WHERE WOULD YOU LIKE TO LIVE? Somewhere in France, England, California, Greece, Italy or Japan.

60. DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS? Just a sassy little dog.

61. ARE YOU MORE OF AN EARLY BIRD OR A NIGHT OWL? Night owl.

62. DO YOU LIKE SUNRISES OR SUNSETS BETTER? Both are so pretty.

63. DO YOU KNOW HOW TO DRIVE? Nope.

64. DO YOU PREFER EARBUDS OR HEADPHONES? Headphones.

65. HAVE YOU EVER HAD BRACES? Nope.

66. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE GENRE OF MUSIC? Anything rock.

67. WHO IS YOUR HERO? My mother.

68. DO YOU READ COMIC BOOKS? Sometimes.

69. WHAT MAKES YOU THE MOST ANGRY? How stupid some people can be.

70. DO YOU PREFER TO READ ON AN ELECTRONIC DEVICE OR WITH A REAL BOOK? Both are fine. But, I tend to spend more time on my phone, so I guess an electronic device.

71. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL? English Class. (Mostly for the books)

72. DO YOU HAVE ANY SIBLINGS? I am an only child.

73. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU BOUGHT? A jacket.

74. HOW TALL ARE YOU? 5′5

75. CAN YOU COOK? I'm okay at cooking, but if you want me to bake you something I'm your girl!

76. WHAT ARE THREE THINGS THAT YOU LOVE? My dog, my sims, and my friends/family.

77. WHAT ARE THREE THINGS THAT YOU HATE? Stupid/rude people, roaches, and killers on dead by daylight that rage quit.

78. DO YOU HAVE MORE FEMALE FRIENDS OR MORE MALE FRIENDS? I have more female friends.

79. WHAT IS YOUR SEXUAL ORIENTATION? Straight

80. WHERE DO YOU CURRENTLY LIVE? New York City.

81. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TEXTED? My best friend.

82. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? I think it was during finals.

83. WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE YOUTUBER? I have too many.

84. DO YOU LIKE TO TAKE SELFIES? Depends.

85. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE APP? YouTube.

86. WHAT IS YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH YOUR PARENT(S) LIKE? It's amazing.

87. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FOREIGN ACCENT? British.

88. WHAT IS A PLACE THAT YOU’VE NEVER BEEN TO, BUT YOU WANT TO VISIT? Japan, Greece, England, France, Italy, and Cuba.

89. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE NUMBER? 12

90. CAN YOU JUGGLE? I wish!

91. ARE YOU RELIGIOUS? Nope.

92. DO YOU FIND OUTER SPACE OF THE DEEP OCEAN TO BE MORE INTERESTING? The Deep Ocean. Not going to lie I won't be surprised if we find some damn alien species in the ocean.

93. DO YOU CONSIDER YOURSELF TO BE A DAREDEVIL? Meh.

94. ARE YOU ALLERGIC TO ANYTHING? Yeah. Octopus.

95. CAN YOU CURL YOUR TONGUE? Yeah.

96. CAN YOU WIGGLE YOUR EARS? Nope.

97. HOW OFTEN DO YOU ADMIT THAT YOU WERE WRONG ABOUT SOMETHING? A lot, but I don't say oh I was wrong, I always say "Wait, no, I'm a fucking liar, I lied to you."

98. DO YOU PREFER THE FOREST OR THE BEACH? Forest. I'm not a beach person.

99. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PIECE OF ADVICE THAT ANYONE HAS EVER GIVEN YOU? Focus on being happy.

100. ARE YOU A GOOD LIAR? I don't really know. God, I hope not.

101. WHAT IS YOUR HOGWARTS HOUSE? I don't have one... I'm sorry.

102. DO YOU TALK TO YOURSELF? Yup.

103. ARE YOU AN INTROVERT OR AN EXTROVERT? Introvert.

104. DO YOU KEEP A JOURNAL/DIARY? I used to when I was younger.

105. DO YOU BELIEVE IN SECOND CHANCES? Yeah, but it depends on what was done.

106. IF YOU FOUND A WALLET FULL OF MONEY ON THE GROUND, WHAT WOULD YOU DO? This actually happened to me once, and I ended up returning it to the person.

107. DO YOU BELIEVE THAT PEOPLE ARE CAPABLE OF CHANGE? If someone really wants to change then, they can change, so in a sense, yes, I believe people can change.

108. ARE YOU TICKLISH? Too ticklish.

109. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN ON A PLANE? Yup.

110. DO YOU HAVE ANY PIERCINGS? Yeah, my ears are pierced, my grandmother actually did them when I was a baby.

111. WHAT FICTIONAL CHARACTER DO YOU WISH WAS REAL? Caleb Vatore hehe

112. DO YOU HAVE ANY TATTOOS? Not really.

113. WHAT IS THE BEST DECISION THAT YOU’VE MADE IN YOUR LIFE SO FAR? First is making this simblr because I met some pretty nice people here even though I’m too shy for my own good. And second becoming a French minor, I love it so much.

114. DO YOU BELIEVE IN KARMA? Hell yeah

115. DO YOU WEAR GLASSES OR CONTACTS? Glasses all day every day. (I have an intense fear of sticking things in my eyes)

116. DO YOU WANT CHILDREN? Yeah, but in the future.

117. WHO IS THE SMARTEST PERSON YOU KNOW? My mother

118. WHAT IS YOUR MOST EMBARRASSING MEMORY?

119. HAVE YOU EVER PULLED AN ALL-NIGHTER? Too many times.

120. WHAT COLOR ARE MOST OF YOUR CLOTHES? Black, White, Pink, Yellow, Grey, Red, and Blue.

121. DO YOU LIKE ADVENTURES? Depends on the adventure.

122. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN ON TV? Nope

123. HOW OLD ARE YOU? 24

124. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE QUOTE? “Don't abuse someone's kindness. Remember, even in every angel, a demon hides."

125. DO YOU PREFER SWEET OR SAVORY FOODS? Sweet.

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itsbuckysworld · 6 years

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Together - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Request: @typicalgeekgoddess asked :A imagine with Bucky Barnes based off the song “Us Against the World” by Westlife?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader. (Enhanced!Reader : Very accurate sixth sense) Guest Appearance: The Avengers.

Warning: UH I’m new and I’m dumb so maybe all the Avengers/Marvel Lore isn’t like.. ya know... canon, but bare with me? Also, Language. ?

A/N: This was the first request I got and the song was so cute, i had never listened to it before! It was fun to write based on a song, I don’t think I’ve ever done it before. Thank you for leaving a request!! Smooches! xoxo, - L

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You and I, we've been at it so long I still got the strongest fire You and I, we still know how to talk Know how to walk that wire

You and Bucky joined The Avengers around the same time. The first day he was introduced to everyone by Steve, you were being introduced by Fury. Sure, he had his eye on you for a while, because when wasn’t Nick Fury seven hundred steps ahead of the world’s plans, but he didn’t bring you into the mix until then, and you never thought you’d know why.

Except now, almost a year after it made perfect sense to everyone.

Despite Bucky being “The Winter Soldier” and his whole history being a sour topic in between the heroes at the compound, you had hit it off fairly well. Tony was quick to make you feel at home and how sneaky, spry and quirky you were immediately earned you the nickname ‘slick’ from the man. You couldn’t believe it, the Iron Man had given you a nickname, a not so wonderful one, but one nonetheless. Maybe it was the fact that you were both fresh meat, so to speak, but Bucky didn’t mind having you around. He either stuck to Steve or to you, and you both had similar expertise, so obviously Fury had a plan after all.

Bucky was a trained assassin, meaning that his combat skills were through the roof, possibly the best in the tower, and were only matched by your own and maybe Romanoff’s, which Steve realized during the first week of training the newbies, both men’s bright blue eyes colored every shade of impressed when you skillfully dove right under Bucky’s frame, and took his trusty knife from him. “Woah” Steve murmured when you stopped just centimeters away from the metal armed man’s neck. “You’re dead, tin-can” You flipped the knife between your fingers as you stepped back, handing it over to Bucky. “Not bad, slick” He gave you a smile. Steve didn’t know if he could handle any more surprises in the day. Bucky smiling? Truly a miracle.

And that was pretty much how your history had started. Bucky felt more comfortable around you knowing that most of the things that were new to him were also new to you, and he didn’t feel like an outcast, and there was something about the way you were so bubbly and smile-y that he enjoyed, even when you two looked like complete opposites, and he’s almost sure that your super sixth sense, that he found fascinating despite you not considering that anything like a superpower, was so good you could hear his thoughts because you always knew what to say.

It was exactly that, that made him like you so much, to the point where he couldn’t help liking you as more than just another teammate.

It took him a while to say anything, always flirty but nervous, but Steve kept mocking him and pushing him to talk to you about it “You have nothing to lose, you guys get along so well” “Yeah, but what if it makes it awkward, in missions and stuff?” “I don’t see how you guys finally talking about how you clearly feel about each other wouldn’t help your dynamic” Steve says, shaking his head and looking at Bucky with those piercing blue eyes that give him a surge of confidence along with a little fear.

And Bucky found out sooner rather than later that Steve was right. There was no way you two together could do any harm. In fact he’s sure Fury planned it all, even him liking you this much. So when he finally says something, you’re giving him the biggest smile as your cheeks flush red. “I like you too, Bucky” and you don’t even get to say much before Tony steps in, calling you over to the meeting room to brief you on the next mission. Bucky feels at ease as he sits by you, your hand in his giving him butterflies and kissing you on the lips whenever there was silence. “Sorry are we writing a shitty rom-com or are we infiltrating this damn base?” Tony said looking around, happy that he was getting a lot of material to mock you and Bucky for the rest of forever. “Language” you joked, pulling away from you and causing the room to laugh.

When we're together I feel so invincible

You were paired with him in missions all the time, your skills put together always adding up to great assets, especially when it was crucial to stay undercover.

Bucky barrel-rolled form cover to cover on the roof of the facility you were infiltrating one windy night. His knife safely tucked away in his utility belt along with guns and ammo. “Shhh!” you said barely above a whispered “I’m not making a sound!” he replied back looking at you in disbelief. He was a trained assassin, he knew how to blend into the night. “No, someone’s coming” you mouthed, running to take cover right next to him, and before he could refute that he heard nothing, there it was, the indisputable sound of footsteps. With a quick nod you both prepared to take out the enemy stealthily, almost like a silent dance.

You took down the two men that approached from a door to the roof, in tandem. You and Bucky had been doing this for long enough to know little signals and sounds that sprung you into action. “Piece of cake, Y/L/N” Barnes mumbles with a grin and you scoff. “You only knew they were coming cause I’m here, Barnes” you smirked “I don’t want to know what you would have done without me” “But I am with you, don’t have to worry about that, do I?” he gave you a small wink and you chuckled “Nah, we’re in this together” “Mission now, flirting later” You heard Tony say through your ear, immediately making both you and Bucky roll your eyes and knocking you back into work mode. On your way there you’d been super quiet, sitting next to each other and talking loved-up nonsense, fingers intertwined and silly lovesick smiles on both your faces. You tried to keep it down when the comms were turned on but it was hard for Bucky to keep himself from kissing your temple and your cheeks, and just to annoy Clint and Tony, he pressed a very wet kiss on your lips right before you had to jump into action.

With another quick movement you had walked into the base while your partner stayed and guarded behind you. Surely more guards would show up at some point, and it was best to be ready.

“I’m in, Stark” you whisper, the comms surely picking it up. Bucky catches the silhouette of Stark’s suit over him, going over the building to the other side to take care of his part in the mission as you picked a lock and stumbled upon a room which walls consisted upon towers and towers of high tech. It was time to collect some data.

The download was almost full when you felt it. They knew. They knew you were there. Tony’s voice came in through your ear piece with distress. “Uh, slick, tin-can...” he didn’t need to say more. “We have company, Barnes” “I have the one up front” that was Tony, the sound of engines taking off rang through your ears as you could imagine him taking flight and fending off enemies by the other side of the building. “Fuck, I see them” the soldier announced and then you heard the shots. It took you a second to jump over desks and cables, rushing to help Bucky “Stay with the data! I’ve got this” he yelled. You doubted for a moment, your body midway between the computer that needed you to check up on all the codes and encryption popping up randomly – it was a very strong firewall – and the door that lead out to where Bucky was currently punching his way through guards armored till their last breath. “Bucky” “Stay, Y/N” you heard more shots and grunting.

The computer beeped and you took that as your sign to rush out and help him, quickly snatching the USB away and placing small EMP mines that would clear out the data in the room along with normal detonators to leave no trace of the facility behind, a clear message that the avengers had won.

Us against the world You and me against them all

You run, quickly jumping into the air and landing a kick on a guy that was about to stab Bucky in the shoulder. “Hey, I had him” the dark haired man says, running his metal fingers through the falling strands. “Sure thing” you winked, getting into a crouched pose, ready to attack on whoever came next, and much like a choreography, with smiles on your faces, you took down bad guys with swift moves and expert knife-handling, sliding under them between their legs and combining throws and punches with Bucky and his always handy arm.

It didn’t take long to clear out enough of them to let Tony know you had the data and it was time to leave, and on queue, there was Clint with the Quinjet ready to pick you up. “Uber’s here, Barnes” you joked twisting a guys neck and hearing the disgusting yet satisfactory crack and pop of bones. “Call me Uber one more time, kid, I’ll leave you in the middle of the desert” “Aww, uncle Barton don’t be mean” you say through the comms and Bucky bursts out laughing.

The laughter is cut short when the enemies start rushing in, making it impossible for you two to escape the roof for the time being, and bringing in the heavy artillery. There’s gun’s of bigger weight and even grenades being lunched on every surface of the building, knocking you and Bucky into a panicked frenzy.

Aided by Barton on the jet with all of it’s high tech guns, and Tony who comes flying around to put in his two cents. “I see we’re throwing parties without inviting me over here” is the first thing he says when he lets out a blast from his hand, clearing a chunk of the men away from yours and Bucky’s struggling frames.

Bodies are flying left and right as Bucky uses his metal arm to chuck them away. “Barnes!” you call out when you see a clear path that will allow you to leave this fruitless fight behind. If your calculations were correct the detonators would set off any second now, and you needed to get off the building ASAP. “We gotta go!” “I got this!” “No! This place is gonna blow we need to go!” and with that he’s nodding at you, snatching a riffle from a guards hand and using it to cover you. “Go!”

I don't ever see the day that I won't catch you when you fall

Your feet guide you at an incredibly speed towards the Quinjet that Clint is turning around, the back of it dropped open ready for you as Tony covers from above. It’s when you’re at the edge that you stop and call for Bucky. You needed to get out of there now, and had to stop wasting bullets on these idiots. His enhanced body kicks in and he’s rushing to you faster than humanly possible. He jumps into the jet along with you, smiling when you seem to be in the safety of the metal bird, a relief. ”We did it, huh” he murmurs, and you’re reminded of why you enjoy missions with Barnes. He’s a team player despite what anyone may think, and he always insists his wins are shared with you. You win together or you don’t win at all. “That was-” you can’t finish the sentence when a grenade lands at your feet, both you and Bucky stepping up to kick it away before it blows, and with a quick misstep you’re sliding back down from the jet, about to face an incredibly dangerous drop. “Y/N!”

The scene goes almost in slow motion for him, you slipping away from his grasp and through the open backdoor of the jet, the beginnings of an explosion you’d set up yourself a harsh irony that mocks both of you. There’s something feral and almost animalistic to his instincts as he grabs a stray rope that’s still tied to the inside of the Quinjet from last time when Steve, Sam and Natasha had to secure a big load inside it, and he’s fast to wrap it around his metal arm for more security, his body diving right after yours, and in mid air as red and orange flames burst behind you in a big boom, giving you a glow, one he hates because it screams how close he was to losing you, his flesh hand reaches out and grabs you just in time, before you could slip past his fingers once more. “I got you!” His breathing is erratic, along with his heartbeat that is out of control. No mission made his heart rush as fast as the scene in front of him. His face is covered by his hair, drooping down thanks to the gravity and his eyes are glazed over with pure fear, one he hasn’t known since the 40′s.

Then you hold me close And you make it better When I'm with you I can feel so unbreakable

You’re having trouble calming your breaths as well, the whole scene had gone a lot differently in your mind, and the moment you saw him jump after you, you worried and feared for both your lives, but now you’re swaying in the wind behind the Quinjet as Clint screams that you’re both insane and “Barnes you better hold on to her!” as he swerves around trees and tries to put distance between the flames and the plane. You can’t help but laugh at the situation, eliciting a chuckle from your partner as well. “For fuck’s sake, Buck” “Hey. We’re in this together, aren’t we?” he gives you a smile despite still having to focus on keeping a death grip on you and the rope as Tony swoops down from even higher above to help you two back inside the cabin.

When you’re in the safety of the jet you hand Tony the usb and lay down on the floor of the cabin, wanting to take a much needed break. That was insane. “Can’t believe not even your freaky sixth sense saved us from this” The Winter Soldier says as he lays down beside you, his body heat giving you warmth with how close he presses his body to yours. You’re comfortable with it, wanting the ease that it filled you with. “Shut up Barnes. I had it under control” “Sure you did. Not sure what you’d do without me here” “Guess I’ll never have to find out huh? you say before turning over and laying your head on his chest. You’re thankful for Bucky and the strong connection that has built up between you two. His cheeks are a little red but he lets himself hold your hand tight. “Nope. We’re in this together” he whispers to your ear before closing his eyes.

You can hear Tony scoff in the distance and direct himself to Clint. “Can’t the finish a mission without flirting all the time?” “Young love, Stark. Young love” “He’s a hundred years old, Barton” “But my hearing’s pretty good!” Bucky yells causing you to burst out laughing.

A/N: frankly the song is wonderful and I’ve just realized that I suck at writing based on a song. It’s my first time doing so, so maybe that’s why this isn’t as good as I pictured it in my mind. There’s not a lot of romance and I know that’s what the song’s all about, but I think that it also worked for their dynamic this way. I would love to write more on these two and their actual romance and maybe give more backstory on the first few months of them meeting how that was, so maybe this a little sandbox you guys can ask drabbles for? Aaaah I don’t know.

Requests are open! Have a good day lovelies! HERES MY ASK ||| Studious xoxo L.

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HSHQ Task #5

001. bree / 25 (26 on the 5th aka tomorrow!!) / she/her & they/them

002. i play: adrian ardeleanu, sofia valentina, & sorcha mac alistair

003. american / polar bear lost in a snow storm white / PST (west coast of the US)

004. what is there to say about the US that hasn’t already been said? so we’ll skip that and talk about how the city I live in, Portland, is the hipster capital of the nation. we put birds on everything, if you’ve ever seen Portlandia it’s not even a joke anymore that’s exactly what it’s like here, people will queue for hours in the rain just to get some doughnuts, and the public transit in the city is great but in the suburbs I think they personally hate me because they never run to time. vegan/vegetarian restaurants are plentiful, there are actually trees everywhere, and while I gripe about it to plenty of people, it’s actually a pretty good city to live in.

005. favourite color: dark red, although really it’s a tie with like 4 other colors / fruit: mango / season: fall/autumn

006. favourite books + writer whose writing style you admire the most: Hunchback of Notre Dame, Frankenstein, Dracula, Dante’s Divine Comedy, Lord of the Rings... basically classics for days. I love Tolkien’s writing, but more his world building. That world building game thooo.

007. what kinda music do you listen to + any fave bands / musicians: mostly classical/instrumental, but I love a lot of different genres. pop, punk, rock, metal, jazz, honestly just about anything. my fave bands are probably Panic! At the Disco and Imagine Dragons, love me some Lady Gaga... seriously I could just keep going.

008. what are you doing for a living / what are you studying?: I studied theater in college, hoping to act professionally. sadly, almost a year ago I got hit with a major illness and had to leave work, so I’ve been unemployed, but I’m trying to get back on my feet. 👍

009. what’s your dream occupation?: acting fo sho, especially if I can move away from theater and do film. I’d also love to be a full-time writer/novelist and artist.

010. relationship status: single 5eva

011. coffee, tea or hot chocolate?: all of them, but I basically run on coffee so mostly that.

012. dream holiday destination?: I’d actually love to do a tour of Europe at some point, that would be so cool.

013. the thing you’re most proud about yourself: I did a year of study abroad in England my 3rd year of uni, and was alone with no one else from my school for half that time. it was a big adjustment but it was also the best year of my life.

014. tell us a bit about your family!: they’re wild. I’m the baby of the family by 15+ years (big accident). I have siblings but I basically grew up an only child? so that’s been interesting lol. my sisters both have kids who are now in their teens and it’s bizarre for me. my dad and my stepmom are pretty crunchy-granola people but they’re awesome and very supportive.

015. how long have you known your closest friend?: good grief it’s been like... 5 years? almost 6? if you’re only counting how long we’ve actually been friends. the first time we met was like 7-8 years ago, but we didn’t spend a lot of time together until we were roommates senior year of college. and then we just became inseparable. she’s my platonic soulmate. <3

016. superpower you’d like to have?: flying for sure, it would make the fact that I can’t drive to save my life a lot more bearable XD

017. celebrity you’d like to meet?: basically anyone from the MCU, especially Chis Evans, he seems like an awesome human being.

018. guilty pleasures: I don’t really have any anymore, at some point I just stopped caring if other people thought the stuff I liked was weird. I suppose I do feel a little guilty that even though my Netflix watch list is full of stuff I’ve never seen, I just keep rewatching The Good Place over and over lol.

019. pet peeves: chewing with your mouth open drives me insane in like less than 2 seconds. anything repetitive. you know how on mac computers the icons at the bottom of the screen will jump repeatedly? that makes me see red, idk why exactly it just does.

020. do you have any hobbies?: video gaming and writing are the big ones these days. I hate how adult life makes it hard to focus on reading, but I’m hoping I can pick that up again.

021. where would you like to live in the future?: a big house in the highlands of scotland, far away from all the nearest neighbors, with a room dedicated to a custom pipe organ that I’ll just play randomly at 3am so people in the closest village awaken to Phantom of the Opera in the cold night and wonder what the hell is happening. #liveyourextralife lmao

022. tell us a story about a thing that recently happened to you!: I think I mentioned this, but I was getting ready to leave the house on Christmas and fell down the stairs. my foot just went right out from under me and I landed hard on my butt. the bruise was the size of a hand and super dark for days. also ended up breaking a little cubby our cats like to hide in. so that was fun XD

#hshqtask005 #; out of the country #continuing last night's trend of going through the tasks and doing some of the less involved ones #here you go more info on me than you probably ever wanted lol #I didn't use his header for this since... you know... it's not actually about him lmao

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